Unlike yesterday, shooting the riot-support concert,
shooting a Chenjiagou Taijiquan session today is a Zen state of karma.
Yesterday's nervous buzz, constant fussing and loud arguments and music are
replaced, like turning a new page, by a completely wordless (I love wordless!),
completely timeless exercise of atonement of the body with the Lifestream. Or
something. I dunno what they are trying to find, I just know it looks awfully
peaceful and purposeful within a moment, within a muscle.
This suits me ideally. I am catching up on eight months
without a period, bleeding like a pig and cramping like a hedgehog in labor,
bent almost double from tension and that terrible knowing you're leaking
gallons of acidic red paint. So all I have to do today is sit in silence and
take photos of people doing elaborate forms with their limbs. It looks real
gentle. But it can take your esophagus out if you underestimate it, smoother
than a whisper. A tiny Chinese master of something is doing bizarre contortions
and the rest of normal humans are trying to mimic him. The hall is bright and
there's just the sound of clothes, parquet and outside traffic. Nobody really
expresses anything. Compared to yesterday, this is serenity.
Minus the leaking bit and minus the part I am so busy and
tired I actually can't sleep, the night was lovely, hot and humid, there was
some kissing and some sleeping entanglement and a fresh new dawn. Saturday
mornings, if they're sunny, have a certain kind of empowerment to it. General
and I made a small tour of the town to purchase some food for me in case the
weekend doesn't offer any and some batteries. My bag is really getting
annoyingly heavy to have to carry and maneuver with on a hot day. I need to
find a way to liberate my back without sacrificing agility of the gadgets.. Or
maybe I should just enchant them to be feather light. I really am going to have
to invest in something with wheels eventually. Small school children, old
ladies and me.
Haha, tiny Chinese guy is so bendy that any kind of
combat move made against him is a no-win. He is fast as a snake and unlike
Caucasians, who hate to bend and squat, is always doing just that. You really
have to pin him down to hit him, but of course by the time you stop hitting
air, he's putting his foot in your ear and having a moment. Really makes me
want to wonder how guys like that have sex. Do they have sex? There’s just
something too adorable about Asians. The age well. May we keep him? :P
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