RedOvechkin1948

I got assaulted on the bus the other day. I was traveling from a work retreat to a work-related meeting in the mission. A disheveled man was pacing around the bus manically, but I didn't really pay much attention: just another day in San Francisco, I figured. Next thing I knew, a cup of water had been thrown in my face, and a flurry of punches were descending on my head. Thankfully, I had been taking some self defense classes which my friend in DSA offers, so I actually felt fairly prepared to handle the situation.  I covered my head with my forearms to keep my head safe. I remembered Volo telling us that forearms are strong for blocking punches, and I also remembered him telling us that if someone is trying to punch you you want to figure out where the punches are coming from and try to block the angle they are coming from well before they arrive on your skull. Once my head was covered, I made a point of pushing into my (lovely) assailant to close the angle between the two of...

"I'd tear like a wolf at bureaucracy / for mandates my respect's but the slightest / To the devil himself I'd chuck without mercy every red taped paper" - Vladimir Mayakovsky, My Soviet Passport, 1929 Reflections on the One-Month-iversary of my new job, and working full time again for the first time in two years Image of uncertain origin. Researchers believe it to be from Moscow, 1917 Last time I worked full time, I lasted five weeks before getting burnt out and quitting. By week three at the previous job, an immigration law center where I was helping undocumented immigrants file for legal status, I found myself regularly nauseous in the mornings before going to work, often puking or on the verge of puking as I contemplated another day ahead of me in the stuffed office in downtown San Francisco. The thought of one more day and one more day and one more day of bosses and supervisors stacking piles and piles of papers on my desk, spreadsheets without end highlighted...