Nearly three years, 333 classes, 512 hours on the mat, countless tap-outs, one elbow injury, one legit confrontation, and now I’ve earned my blue belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. This is way more difficult than Taekwondo. Thanks to my teachers, Doug and Roosevelt Barros.
The Smithsonian Asian Pacific American Center this past Saturday unveiled an exhibit, presented at the Smithsonian American Art Museum, which highlights the impact of Asian Americans in Washington D.C. Continue reading “Smithsonian’s Sightlines: Chinatown and Beyond Exhibit”
I’m not sure why I’m writing this because it’s something I would rather forget. But maybe it’s important for someone to know and understand how misunderstandings mixed with certain circumstances can spiral into something very ugly.
I got my third degree black belt this past Monday. This was my first rank promotion in 12 years, so it’s been a while. Monday just happened to be one of the hottest days of the year, and the gym wasn’t air conditioned. Only four of us were testing – myself, two who got their black belts, and one who got his yellow belt. As I type this, the knuckles on my right hand are bruised, but it’s not that bad. I think it happened on the speed break punch during my three-stationed break.
