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This is a real question. If someone is cross-eyed, how do you pick whick eye to look at when you are talking to them? I know it would be rude to look away awkwardly so....anyone?

zum zum zum capoeira mata um

Capoeira kills one!!! That it does. I have been practicing the martial art for a little over 2 months now and I love it, LOVE it. The brazilian martial brings out the same feeling in me as when I am in a good relationship. I am obsessed. I think about it all day. Watch videos constantly. Playfight with a shadow opponent whenever I can. If I don't do a negativa or gira de cabeca (headspin) constantly I go thru withdrawal. This is the first time in years that I have felt this happy during the loathed fall season. Capoeira for me is release of all kinds. When I am in the roda time slows down. I don't hear or feel anything except for the beat of the drum and the rythm of my opponent. It is a beautiful deadly dance. The rush of a well-placed kick, the joy of landing a beautiful cartwheel escape into a headspin, the cheer of the crowd after an acrobatic maneuver. It makes me happy. Each day I practice or think about it I grow stronger just a little. One day I will become very good and it shall be known. Its also in my blood as it seems some of the founders/creators of capoeira are of the yoruba tribe. And there is a large yoruba lineage living in Brasil. Call it fate but I knew I belonged in Brasil but now I know how I am connected to it. And no its just not just because of my liking of big round brazillian butts. Thats just a bonus. So watch out next time you see me I might be giving someone a mariposa to their multi fidus (cudos to whoever knows what that is...I am a nerd haha). o capoeira é vida

Winter go away

Gone are the days of hot summer nights
I miss the long days, with all the light.
Here now is the fall
With these times I cannot stand tall.

I am a winter baby but a summer child
Miss the days of being naked and running wild.
Life was a gentle breeze
Now brown and almost dead are the leaves.

So time will pass and that is true
But for now I am a bit blue.
Damn you seasonal depression
I am now going to sleep untill the next session.

From 20 feet away no one can tell you have a sense of humor...

...but they can see you have a nice rack or awesome gluteals, I am a fan of tight round gluteals. So that was the message in an old ad from Washington Sports Clubs. Coincidentally thats where I will be working very soon. To say the least I am moving on up in the world. At least I am now getting paid to have a degree (and maybe nice gluteals also). So I quit my "gym" job that I have been at for close to 3 years. No bad blood between me and the company just felt I need to learn more and develop myself professionally. Ok really I wanted to make more money and I wasn't working enough. Now I have the power to generate my own business. Rest assured I will be slutting myself (myself = my immense knowledge of fitness, not my body) to every person that works out in the gym soon as I start.
Anyway thats the major change in grand scheme of things at the moment, on the never-ending journey to greatness. Tune in next time...

Bring your gun to school week

When I was younger and going to school I remember things like show and tell, bring your parent to school day. Things have changed. Now in the 2000's (doesn't sound as good as saying the 80's or 90's) we have such crazy things as MySpace.com (which is a breeding ground for stalkers) and as of last week "Bring your Gat (gun) to school" week. What is it with the recent outbursts of school shootings and the craze. Its not even localized its across states and grades up to college (even I can't make fun of the one in Canada). People are crazy!!! actually I am gonna add one more ! to emphasize crazy. I guess the summer heat wave kept all the crazy people inside and now that its getting cooler they are coming out of the woodworks. I know one thing though, when I have kids we are not moving to Colorado and attending their public school system. Something about cornfields and nothing to do all day (and MySpace) must make people go crazy out there.
What bugs me is why would someone go shoot up an Amish school. The Amish don't do anything to anyone, they probably don't even pay taxes. There is no reason that I can think of on an average day to start a fight with or even start shooting at them. Well maybe if they lived close to me and didn't scoop up the horse poop from their carriages. Hmmm, unless maybe the guy that went out shooting met a "hot sexy girl" on MySpace.com and arranged a meeting only to find out it was some long, black bearded guy that looked like Wierd Al Yankovic. I guess that would make anyone go crazy. But he could have done something more tame like cut the rope during one of those barn building activities. Oh well...people are crazy!!!!

Its been a long time...

Well to my loyal fans, I have returned, like that itchy feeling crack addicts get. Except I think I am a good addiction. Its been a while and a lot has changed in the last 3 or so months. Well number one I am now living in the city, good ole Washington DC. So that scratches off one thing on my "to do" list, if only getting a date with Tyra Banks were this easy. The housing search in the city is a five letter word that is usually used to describe a female dog. It took me a long 2 months of constant house searching to try to find a place and compatible people. Apparently being a person of color brings you down a couple of points as I found out. There was one place I checkout and I thought I had walked into a scene from Friday because of how ghetto it was. I walked into the room (after a couple jiggles with the door knob) to see plaster falling out of the walls, oh and the 400 degree heat didn't help along with the fish tank that look like it was last cleaned in 1979. Needless to say I did not move into that place.
The new digs is none too shabby for this old chap. Its got nice brick walls and a great location. The roomies are cool also. We have delightful discussions about random topics ranging from politics, relationships, to the realness of boobs at bars (the more fun ones are also with my female roomie). Still need to make the place homy but its not bad for now. Got a few VanGogh paintings for the walls (apparently theres a point when the Tyra Banks poster I got freshman year of college is not considered chic...sigh). The best part is that I have a nice kitchen (sadly with one broken stove top) and a fireplace. Yes I have already imagined having physical "discussions" with the opposite sex while the logs are burning, with a glass of wine and some Barry White (or Usher since I already look like him and might let me score faster).
To other things I am becoming a wino if that is the term. My 30something neighbors are schooling me in the fine art of wine. Who would imagine I would move on from 2 dollar rail tuesdays at Bentleys? But I am planning on going to a wine festival with some of them in a month so we shall see. PS: red sangria is awesome...like totally omigosh
Thats about it for now I guess. The gre is the next big thing in my life (just one more month) and I think I am gonna get my masters in exercise sciences and health promotion before heading to physical therapy school (oh the old women still love me at the clinic but sadly no proposals by a sugarmama yet). Till I write again (which I will from now on) stay tuned...

....oh yeah I saw my very first real life prostitute the other week and she had the hhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugeesssssssssssssst butt and tiny waist I have ever seen. I don't know if I was imagining this on my drunk walk back home at 4 a.m. but it was crazy and I walked real fast away when she came towards me blowing a kiss and saying "hey sweet". Haha no thanks I don't want my "discussion tool" to fall off.

Update

Been a while since I posted. So much going on hard to find time to type. So I think I finally found a place to move to downtown D.C. and its like a 5 minute walk to my gym, which is great. Only thing is its also a 5 minute walk to U st/ 15 minute walk to Adams Morgan which bodes bad news (depending on how you see it) for my crazy alter ego, Joe, who likes to go out. But should be interesting to live in the city. Besides that life is good. Been doing interesting things, this weekend was a drive in movie in Pennsylvania next weekend is a night at the Opera to see Romeo and Juliet (one of my favorite plays) performed with the National Symphony Orchestra. At least my shopping craze has ended, I think my entire wardrobe has changed, I just need a bigger closet to put it all in. Till my next post...live well.