ita, no, really, come! I'll introduce you to soldiers who learn the Israeli-army krav, and, um, they're mostly between the ages of 18 and 21, and it's awefully hot and humid here. Oh, and we have those lemon cookies you liked so much last year!

And when you return, since most likely your plane will go through NYC, you can bring some cake to Jesse. And everybody will be happy.

This time, although it's all stuff I've learnt before, I've never demonstrated mastery even at the student level.

So you're learning to teach stuff that you yourself don't master yet? That sounds really complicated. [Edit: x-post, of course, with both Jesse's similar question and ita's quick answer. She has a krav teacher reflexes, after all.]

It makes the test a two-fer. I get my brown belt, but I have to demonstrate enough mastery to be able to teach it too.

Ah, that makes more sense, then.

I may have to go get some cake-like product, even though I already had chips.

I'll introduce you to soldiers who learn the Israeli-army krav, and, um, they're mostly between the ages of 18 and 21, and it's awefully hot and humid here. Oh, and we have those lemon cookies you liked so much last year!

Now, you really know how to pitch to me. I mean, you've hit on most everything there.

No cake for me, since I'm sweeted up with a chunk of the giant Nestle Crunch bar that wouldn't die. That should last me until about infinity.

I can't believe I have "Hooked On A Feeling" on my iPod. 82 songs from the 70s ranked three or more stars, and Blue Swede is one of them.

Here is how much I am avoiding doing work: I am currently involved in an email discussion with Jessica of Go Fug Yourself over some chick's outfit. I swear.

Cute shoes!

I have them in black, but they're painfully narrow for my feet, and I'm not sure they have any give.

ita, I was proselytizing to an LA-based kickboxing friend that he should try krav, because he's finding that kickboxing no longer provides much of a workout. But I wasn't sure that krav did, either.

The singlistas who like boys ought to be at my house watching the roofers.

It's very hot outside, so they are shirtless. Also, they have hooked our garden hose up to the roof somehow, to keep themselves cool. It's running continually.

Will that be OK?

Sure. Eat cake whenever.

Jesse, if you can be here by 7, you can have cake.

CAKE CAKE CAKE.

The word still holds all meaning for me.

Cindy lives next door to the Man Hole.

Before Napster went down (or pay, depending on how you look at it), we nabbed a whole bunch of 70s "guilty pleasures" songs, and "Hooked on a Feeling" is definitely one of them.

I just clicked on a random link elsewhere, and discovered that M&Ms come in designer expansion team colors now. It's shit like this that makes it so disorienting to come back to the US after being away for years...at least this time I won't be taken by surprise. And will know how to pronounce the car models.

And also, TomCruiseIsNuts.com. The internet, she is a strange place.

they're painfully narrow for my feet

Oh, thank god. Not for your pain, just that now I don't have to lust after them anymore.

I wasn't sure that krav did, either.

It usually does, and with 17 classes a week at level 1 (plus fighting and cardio tracks) it can provide almost as much of a workout as you want. How else could I maintain my boyish figure?

I am currently involved in an email discussion with Jessica of Go Fug Yourself over some chick's outfit.

Are you arguing for or against the fug? Oh, I learnt last week (playing Scrabble) that fug ("A heavy, stale atmosphere, especially the musty air of an overcrowded or poorly ventilated room") and izzard ("the letter Z") are real words.

So there you go.