# no tai chi today oh weekend diary we decided to 'play at tai chi' on early saturday down at the local park another beautiful autumn day; the leaves and sky reminding one of an imaginary new endland that never visited not an amerikan one but a new impossibly ancient new endland of albion - hidden beneath the wilfully decaying modem ruins of its present dire state awoke to make a mug of green tea body telling itself to get some exercise flatboy so one threaded ir way through busy streets of saturday shoppers and took cobbled back roads to the local park upon arriving however one notices several players of the activity known as football 'no tai chi today then' one immediately says to oneself instead one strolls up a small nearby small hill to sit on the bench realising that to perform or play at 'tai chi' in this sunny leafy public park right now would be to provoke the footballers to come over laugh and scoff before beating one up so sit quietly alone imagining close quarters chinese internal martial combat scenarios instead example kicker of plastic sphere and team believer: hey jackie chan what's that ghey shit you're doing researcher henry swanson merely stares through them with intense internal chinese martial arts voidness: '37 step cheng man ching style tai chi chuan-fa' kicker of plastic sphere and team believer: wait what the - why's my nose suddenly bleeding as mentioned elsewhere in the mass group mindset is first and foremost the default stupid fall back mode of almost everyone on island most ancient lizard response of amazingly unevolved humalien beings this mode is often far stronger however in team sports enthusiasts; those who too often imagine that if it doesn't already exist in one's massively-limited playing field of experience then it must be ridiculed hated and destroyed - less one's fragile realty evaporate to the nothingness it is hopefully then ir idiot supporter head casually flowers in a gore power-shower only a single peanut sized lump of wriggling idiot gray matter emerging before the rest of ir terrified tribe of fellow wits urinate off somewhere else pronto - leaving this researcher in peaceful contemplation of the silent eternal tao or other lite newage-sewage bs in which one too often talks to oneself as though somehow more spiritually advanced than one's fellow idiot space apes when it's obvious one is only more advanced in talking right out of one's arts up till now in life one has only ever quote 'done' tai chi - something forced hard deliberate and external (oh the ironies) - yet more psychological armouring against a world wilfully misperceived as a constant threat and little else when in fact tai chi if anything appears a formless form of non doing not doing tai chi to a profound degree as its more actual living vital essence one should march right down there among them and start practising; after all this is a public park to be shared by everyone one might even soften such hearts by slowly moving in a deliberately non offensive and non threatening manner acclimatising bovine minds previously dulled by western entertrainment to new more profoundly ancient ways of cognitive world-engagement it doesn't work like that of course and it's western pink-skinned practice is already more than problematic so one makes a quick and easy judgement call and decide nobody needs more hassles from bunches of the neurally challenged heavily into team sports who regularly shout at large display screens in pubs love cars hate women and enjoy casual bigotry so one sits there alone on a rough wooden bench admiring the trees while listening to idle leaves blow across large lawns of misplaced public recreation yet in which this simple state itself feels the realer tai chi more on this later // republic of bob