My, it's been awhile.

I guess I wanted this to be a writing journal, but I'm not writing, so I haven't been posting. I want somebody to come and drag me out of my house, blindfold me, drive me to a crappy, anonymous hotel room, and shut me in with shitloads of coffee and a laptop until I produce a draft of a short story. A writing intervention. That's what I need.

But I like this "Ten Things" thing, so I wanted to play too. (Plus I've now asked for my intervention.)

1. Performed a lion dance not once, but twice during a Grateful Dead Chinese New Year concert. Geeze louise. One of them was during a rooster year, so I guess it was twelve years ago.
2. Took a seminar from a Living Treasure (my sifu's sifu).
3. Ate french fried scorpions.
4. Blew glass. (One of my favorite ego-boo mantras: If I can deal with 2200 degree glass, much else of life is piddling. Or should be.)
5. Jumped out of a perfectly good airplane somewhere in the neighborhood of forty times.
6. Taken (taking) a whacked-out physics class from a semi-famous theoretical physicist. (Makes quite the romantic Valentine's Day date.)
7. Put the tip of a Kwando into my own leg, requiring four stitches.
8. Lit incense to Boddhidharma in the very cave where he meditated for nine years. (Funny how I can not believe in god but still believe in holy places.)
9. Watched someone die.
10. Survived Idaho with my liberal ideas intact. (The Shrub is another matter.)

The stupidities associated with alcohol are too numerous and too trite to include, but they are there.