Last night I returned to krav maga after a break of nearly a month (due to school wrapping up, sickness, holidays). It was good to get back to a real workout after so much time off: working some strong kicks and groundwork was satisfying. And then this unsettling thing happened. I was the only woman… Continue reading this is not love but close
Category: identity
on jealousy and freedom
I want to remind you of the shock and fear that God felt when he realized he was not the only god of the world. How do we know he knew? “I am a jealous God and there is no other God beside me”, he told the angels, and by so doing indicated that there… Continue reading on jealousy and freedom
la frontera
"As a mestiza, I have no country, my homeland cast me out, yet all countries are mine because I am every woman's sister or potential lover. (As a lesbian I have no race, my own people disclaim me; but I am all races because there is the queer of me in all races.) I am… Continue reading la frontera
because they make true observations about human nature
Today my new boss asked me why we are made to read the really depressing stories as part of our education--Steinbeck, Orwell, Melville, Hemingway. Last night I was reading Melville for homework--why else would I read him? I had to read Moby Dick for a class and it turned me off Melville. I swear they… Continue reading because they make true observations about human nature
the heart is hard to translate
I went back for my second Krav Maga class last night. Really, it's quite a workout: I was sweating and breathing heavily after just a few minutes of warm up exercises, which is not generally something that happens in kickboxing. We covered a number of drills last night, all of which were excellent and invigorating.… Continue reading the heart is hard to translate
waking to find himself transformed
from the Oxford Dictionaries Online: empower /ɪmˈpaʊə, ɛm-/ v. give (someone) the authority or power to do something Last night I took my first Krav Maga class. Taking inventory of my body's reaction to the class: left foot arch is sore and tight, making walking a little painful the tops of my right and left… Continue reading waking to find himself transformed
je te plumerai les mains
In the summer of 2011, I climbed that huge hill up from Precita Park to Bernal Heights Park in San Francisco. It was awesome. at the summit of Bernal Heights Park, July 2011This moment (and later, this picture) made me want to change everything. I upped my kickboxing attendance to 3 classes each week, including… Continue reading je te plumerai les mains
