IDgaf: (hurriedly) "Dad, I'm taking the car. Fred just called; he's feeling suicidal and needs taking to hospital as soon as possible. I'm going drive him there."
Father of IDgaf: (concerned) "Do you have to go through the congestion-charging zone?"
IDgaf on 09.16.04 @ 05:28 PM GMT [link]
Watching the Olympics, I'm reminded of one of my own brief forays into exercise: two years spent learning Tai Chi Chuan, a Chinese martial art I bought into physically, mentally and financially.
During my study I ended up buying soft-soled martial arts shoes, kickboxing trousers, metal and wooden sabres and books on the art's applications and concepts. The latter had diagrams explaining combat, photographs of women defending themselves with umbrellas and poems that gave practitioners insight into the art's strategies and spiritual aspects.
These books, which were not available in many shops, conferred a sense of legitimacy. Also, having a kit, using a set of items necessary for practice, made me feel I was preparing for something. That I was on a mission. As if I had a Job to do. I suppose it’s what Arnold Schwarzenegger’s character in Commando felt loading his guns and strapping a bandolier across his chest.
IDgaf on 09.16.04 @ 01:44 PM GMT [link]
