A friend asked me to be filmed for a Japanese TV show. I reacted to a Japanese animation. It turned out to Speed Racer. My post-viewing commentary included "I couldn't be happier that they decided to do an animated version of the movie." My friend said this will undoubtedly be translated into something entirely different. In fact, none of what I said may be translated at all. The voice over might simply say something else.
The friend who asked me to do the filming is a jitsu friend. He is one of my favorite training partners: my size, fast, and my skill level. The last time we rolled it was one submission attempt was followed by another, back and forth, fast, like two moths circling around lights. The invitation was the natural extension of our conversation about training together again at master teacher's new school. I've not said much about that here, but I unexpectedly added a specific measurable result to this year: create a new BJJ school.
Creating a new school was in turn the natural extension of taking private lessons with master teacher, even though he had left my old school in January, and I've been traveling great distances to see him every Saturday. Which had spawned a small community of people (including the three samurai) who are drawn to the power of his voice. Without this community, the school would have never happened.
A new community from fight relationships. I take them all in. Some are close friends, people who know as much about me as people I have know for a decade. Some are training friends. Some I avoid, but still respect. And all the mixing possible. I take them all in, again. To say more about this is to say less. Which has in turn strengthened all my other friendships, my love for my family. And I'm someone new in my new relationships. A supreme ease in everything.
Madison Square Park was sunny and beautiful today. The hydrangeas are blooming.
This was ages ago. January. And you asked me if I was dating anyone yet, and I said no, because I wasn't, but I was open to it, which I was, but the reality was that I wasn't up to it, having tested this thesis by actually attending dates. And you told me you were cool with that, and that you'd be a tad jealous, but more so happy that I'd found someone within walking distance.
And then I asked you if you were dating anyone, and you said no, and I said good, and you said why, and I said because I would kill the guy with my bare hands.
That's the beauty of love. Like any intense emotion it also comes up with all the other possible points on the spectrum of emotion. It's like a plant you pull out of the ground: the roots and a lot of dirt come up too. Utter joy, sadness, curiosity, generosity, rage. The power to create, the power to destroy.
All week, dreams. The farm in the future. Only the foundation walls remain. We live on the summer grass, both inside and outside the lines of the old house, barn, corn crib, chicken coop, and work shed. The weather is always summer shade cool beautiful. Kimble runs around. There are dozens of us. And lots of jiu jitsu. And love, the way I love a family.
Last night slightly different, one of the samurai came toward me on a horse, or maybe sailed in on a sloop, and when he unfolded his arms there was a sword in each hand. He was ready to hammer down any obstacle I had in my path. I gave him a map to you, just by smiling.
1. Utter the words "deaf vadge" when referring to deaf women in your sign-language class you are trying to hit on. 2. Wear capri pants so tight they give you moose knuckle. 3. Wear tevas.
Or, in contemporary usage, please take this example from my correspondence, yesterday: "Deaf vadge" and capri pants. The only way you could have more effectively killed this for me was to tell me he was also wearing tevas.
My jitsu friends got my back. They alerted me to some perceived deficiencies of my latest crush.