Underneath my yellow skin

Category Archives: Bagua

More about the anger inside, part five

Let’s talk one more time about anger. I had my private lesson today, and I mentioned the argument with my mother that I recently had to my teacher. I was still upset with myself for letting it get as far as it did, but I totally did not see the trap in time. That’s what… Continue Reading

More musing about martial arts

Let’s talk about martial arts some more. Why? Because I’ve been thinking about the obsessions I have in my life. I have the type of personality neuroatypical brain that latches onto something and won’t let go–for a given amount of time. It can be a few months like black “diamonds”, jigsaw puzzles, musical soundtracks (like… Continue Reading

Taking the high road when others aren’t

Life is still rough here in Minnesota. Very rough. So very fucking rough. The Federal DOJ opened an investigation into Gov. Walz and Mayor Frey for exceedingly bogus reasons. I’m not going to name them because my god. It doesrn’t matter at this point. None of this matters at any point. I included the video… Continue Reading