Jeet Kun Whoa!

Well lovely ladies and genteel gentlemen, our brains, built as they are can only house so much knowledge. You can only remember so many conical equations and Simpson's trivia before it all starts to become one massive algebraic Springfield.
On the 26th i leave via overnight train for the capital, and soon to be olympic (believe me, you can't not know this, 2008 is emblazoned everywhere, seriously: auto upholstry) city known as Beijing.
Here's some thoughts on Chinese Gong Fu:
1. Its rad.
2. Its super difficult.
3. If you wanna be sweet you gotta train for, like, ever.
4. If you train for, like, ever, you are gonna be really sweet.

For example, Sifu Wang, (thats pronounced Shu-fu) my Master at Chan Wu:


Yes, the end of that is sticking in his neck. He broke a thick chopstick on his neck for us, and i mean, this thing was thick. Next time you eat Asian with chopsticks, stick one of those things into that little place where your collarbone meets at the base of your neck. Then break it. He was all "this no problem." I was all "yeah." That guy with the bricks is gonna stack them on his back and then they're gonna break 'em with a big stick.

But that's not to say that i haven't learned some sweet stuff. Cause i came out knowing a bunch of different forms,

Tai Chi:



and how to work the "Guen" (staff):



and the "Dao" (broadsword):

And i got in raw shape and ate vegitarian and woke up at 5 every morning. Plus, i get to legitimately wear that outfit, which at least means i won't get Dick Cheney'd whilst im traipsin' through the woods.

Next Post Beijing. Much love to all y'all who read this.