Eight Drunken Immortals: The Blog

September 24, 2006

Last Night at the Rose Garden

Last night, I worked a concert at the Rose Garden. The performer was a man named Juan Gabriel. I've never heard of him before last night. To say his music and voice was underwhelming is to not describe it accurately. His backup musicians and his band drowned out his voice every time they got even halfway loud.

Gabriel is a very popular Mexican pop singer. If he is as popular as he is described, then the state of Mexican music is pretty bad. Watching him onstage, I could tell he is so Gay. My Gaydar started giving me major signals.

It's funny that last night, we have a major Mexican performer and tonight we have a major English performer who are both gigantic Queens, Juan Gabriel and Elton John. Is this a gay weekend at the Rose Garden.

Watching the audience which was totally Mexican, I kept thinking where is the INS when you need them. I'm sure they could have rounded up a whole bunch of people if they had wanted to. It's a shame the US Government or the City of Portland or the State of Oregon, will not take do their job. When I walked out of the building, I almost wanted to shout that I was glad to be back in the United States and not in Mexico anymore.

I think the Rose Garden may have hidden the US flag. I looked for where it usually hangs from the rafters and I couldn't see it. I don't know if they deliberately hid it or it was just behind the drapes they hung to close off the 300 level. I did see flags of Mexico. If they want their music so badly, then they should go back to Mexico to listen to it.

September 18, 2006

I got my Black Belt

I went to Boise this weekend for my Black Belt test. I was the only person from Portland Chinese Shao-lin Center to test. We met in the park on Saturday morning. The day started cold and overcast but the sun came out as we were starting testing. Out of maybe 20 people testing, only three of us were double testing from 2nd Brown Belt to 1st Black Belt.

I passed but I feel like I just did okay. I didn't get the score I was hoping for. I knew I screwed up some of the forms I did but I don't know ones. It wasn't the fault of the testing panel, it was mine. I knew I'd screw up someway, somehow. I can't help but feel that they just passed me because they felt sorry for me.

After the testing, there was a black belt demonstration. It was enjoyable. I was kind of feeling sorry for myself but I did enjoy the demonstration. One of the forms demonstrated was Drunken Beggars Bowl and Stick. I saw this demonstrated in Denver and I really want to learn this. I'm glad that it will be the form taught in Boise next year.

After lunch, we went back to the school to learn the form. The form was Dragon Pa Kua. I want to practice it and try to remember it. It wasn't a hard form but it will take a lot of practice to remember.

Sunday we tried to go to the Sawtooth Mountains but forest fires in the area kept us from going. We ended up spending some time in the small town of Idaho City. I bought a nice antique medicine bottle from an antique store. We left Boise this morning and made it back here around 3 pm.

Right now, I'm suffering from a cold, sore throat, monstrous headache and I'm really tired. I'm now going to take some Zicam and go to bed. If I didn't need the hours so badly, I'd skip work tomorrow.

September 11, 2006

More thoughts on Mr. Miller

I've been thinking about Mr. Miller all day.

I wonder what he was thinking about in the moments before the planes hit. Was he thinking that he didn't really want to be at work, that it was just too beautiful a day and he was wanting to go out and enjoy the day. Was he thinking about his family and the coming weekend. Was he thinking about college football games or pro football he was planning on watching on TV.

How can someone even begin to comprehend what was about to happen to him. I hope he is at peace. I know that God is up there. I am sure that Mr. Miller is up there with Him and that one day I can meet Mr. Miller and be his friend, if not in this life, then in the life after death.

I am not good with words. I am frightened that these last two entries could never express what I feel and that I am doing a disservice to Mr. Miller and am dishonoring his memory. Forgive my poor thoughts and writings. I can never adequately give honor to the memory of a good man, Mr. Robert Alan Miller, 46, of Matawan, NJ. May God be with you.

September 10, 2006

Robert Alan Miller

I am writing this post to honor Mr. Robert Alan Miller, 46, of Matawan, NJ. Mr. Miller was one of the 2,996 people who were so unjustly taken away from us on September 11. I have seen a picture of Mr. Miller. He seems like a nice man. He was only a few years older than I am now when he died on that horrible day. I wonder what he was like? What did he like to do in his free time? What was his job? Did he have a family? What movies did he like, or books did he read, or music he enjoyed listening to? I don't know if this memorial to him could ever do justice to his life or to his memory but I do hope that he knows that he shall never be forgotten. I don't want to think about the way he died but I will try to remember that he lived and that even though he did not know me, I know him now and I will always count him as a friend.

September 11, 2001

Tomorrow is the five year anniversary of 9/11. How can anyone in this country ever forget what they were doing on that horrible day. I remember what I was doing on that morning,

I woke up after sleeping late. I didn't have class that day so I was going to take it easy. I had rented two movies from Movie Madness, Princess Mononoke and Chutney Popcorn. I had stayed up late on Monday to watch Princess Mononoke. It was a good movie. Tuesday, I went directly from my bed to watching Chutney Popcorn. This movie was good also. I had originally seen it when I volunteered to be an usher at Sensory Perceptions, the annual Gay and Lesbian Film Festival here in Portland. I later bought a copy for myself but from now on this movie will remind me of that day. I was planning on returning the movies later that afternoon and I wanted to finish watching them before I left. After finishing the movie I remember thinking I wonder what else was on TV. It is strange how changing one channel can change your life. I won't describe what I saw. We've all seen the images. We've all seen the smoke, the fires, the people jumping out of the buildings and ultimately the buildings crashing down and the smoke over lower Manhattan. This entry just tells what I was doing before that day. This is all I wanted to say.


Sorry

I'm sorry, I keep disappearing like I do. Things around here have been extremely busy lately. Working full time, getting ready to test to Black Belt on Saturday in Boise and getting ready for my mom to visit next month have severely limited my time. I also can't promise that I'll be able to write a whole lot in the near future. I will at least try to write when I can and about what I can. I won't be able to write about all the issues that come up but I will write about the one's that really interest me.