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I have rug burn on my ankle from learning a White Crane form the other day. The Shaolin monks didn't have rugs in the temples, so they never got rug burn on the ankles when they learned White Crane. Ergo, I have it much harder than the Shaolin monks.

On the other hand, the temples weren't next to the 24-hour taco joint and the good pita place, so maybe there are a few advantages to learning Kung Fu in a 21st century strip mall.

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Had a very pleasant mostly-Day Off yesterday, catching the Rembrandt exhibit at the art museum and eating a really excellent salami sandwich.

Honestly, I have to say that the Rembrandts didn't really move me all that much. I mean, I can appreciate his lighting, but the images were of the sort that I appreciate in my head once someone tells me why and how I should appreciate them, rather than the kind that make me go, "Holy shit, will you look at that?" and make me want to cry or exalt or something.

There's probably something broken inside me.

I did encounter two pieces of contemporary art that moved me, each of which made me feel, for a brief instant, as though I had superpowers. One of them was made from the charred remains of a lightning-struck church, the pieces suspended from the ceiling in a gravity-defying cube. The other was a hall of mirrors and tiny lights that seemed infinite. It made me feel like a god, but then the docent shined her flashlight on me and rushed me out. I shoulda smote her.

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