Lunch with the French.

Yesterday Michael Kudus, Aemad, and I got out of Human Genetics Class and Aemad randomly asked us if we would like to join him in having lunch with an, "old french guy". I'm someone who loves going with the flow to the point where it's borderline dangerous, and with that being said we embarked on our journey to King Dong's Restaurant for some inexpensive lunch. It turns out that Aemad had met this fellow in his Earth and Planetary Science 80 class during session A, and they had met because they were in the same group for some kind of presentation they had to do for the class. They also both agreed that the textbook for the class was complete B.S. and both enjoying frequently challenging the professor. The French fellow's name was Jean-Pierre, a now retired man born in Lyon, raised in Paris, ex-head honcho of Total, a French oil company, with 3 kids from 2 wives, a chauvinistic sexist who made some hella out of pocket comments about womyn (ie "I've learned to stop listening cause' all they do is blablabla"), who was also someone who had a lot of life wisdom. Our lunch was a mutualistic Q and A session, we would ask him questions such as about French social culture, the medical school system there, his thoughts on the changes in dynamics between husband and wife once a child is born, etc. He would ask us questions about the US such as what the average salary of a college graduate was for an entry level position working somewhere, and other casual questions. You could tell that this guy had a good heart, and really had an investment in continuing to keep his mind sharp being that he did happen to be half way across the globe taking summer school classes for fun, the same summer classes that I mope about and wish that I wasn't taking and instead house dancing or going on a photoshoot all day while eating cold ass watermelon slices. The thing that I appreciate about Cal is the fact that things like this lunch that we ate, random quirky, unique, special, magical, momentous stuff like that happens on an almost daily basis to me, and I realize that it's my responsibility to myself to engrave them into this digital stone so that I may decipher its hieroglyphics at the ripe age of tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. On another note, Nhi and I are progressing at learning the guitar quite well, John Campbell from BSP has been teaching free classes since session C started and it has been bloody brilliant. We sat in memorial glade yesterday and jammed out for 2 hours while every once in a while I'd sip some jamba juice she got me or try a butterfly twist. She also got a job at Asian Health Services which made it all the more sweet as we practiced bar chords and finger picking. Right after guitar class I swooped up Cristina to go to dwinelle and I couldn't have been happier watching her out there enjoying herself. I didn't necessarily mean for her to keep breaking necessarily, but rather give her a dance to start with if she wanted to branch out to something else, but she says that she's really taking a liking to it, so I really hope that she doesn't stop. I feel like I'm getting better as well. My legs are straight when I do flares now, I can coin drop mill, and my flow with footwork is getting more silk-like. I must now just work on relearning my left are stab and work on chairs and eventually air chairs so that one day I can hit an illustrious halo. I landed a butterfly twist for the first time on solid ground in dwinelle that night too. I hope to keep pushing it for me. Breakers at war is coming up soon in daly city (july 24th) and jae, me, nivay, jon mike, and arthur are getting down. Lucid is going to be one of the judges. One night after session a few weeks back Emily, Arthur and I were coming back from practice when we spotted Lucid and his girl Sha-boogie's car had broken down right next to durant food court. We proceeded to help get them some duct tape to help them seal something inside the hood and over a ~1 hour period lucid told us stories of how he broke out of his shell and started dancing his own way, when he went to toronto for a bit, came back and his landlord told him he had to move out out of nowhere and iron monkey took him in and he would take him to clubs and stuff every night and get down and he'd get inspired and just started doing his own thing. He called me funky, and that alone makes me want to keep going. One day I want to train alongside him. Everytime I dance I remind myself of that moment and use it to motivate myself to keep training. Everytime there is someone that has impacted me in my dance and influenced and inspired me, when they go away for a while and I don't see them, in between the time that I don't see them and the next time I do I want them to see the love I have for the dance by the degree to which I improved. This blog started out being about the french guy and now I am here. that's what this blog sheeit is allll about. circle of tangents flow is rampant.