"Capoeira, the Brazil martial art of dance."  That's what Robert DeNiro called it in the movie, Meet the Fockers. 
Mr. Focker, Dustin Hoffman, Ben Stiller's Dad was an enthusiast of it.   That was the scene when DH commented
on DeNiro's physique and he said, "Well I do some calistenics, some medicine ball workout and I play a little
football."

To which DH replied, "Oh, footy footy ball."

Twas a laugh riot.

Well, tonight, I broke a glass, which is not an anamoly since I break dishes so often that my friend/neighbor from
Hamilton (Canada) said to me recently, 'you break so many dishes, you must be part Greek!"  It's true.  I do break
a lot of dishes

Not out of anger
Or joy but just carelessness, negligence, stupidity.  Tonight, I was washing dishes and stacking the dry dish bay
when "crash" a glass, made of glass hit the floor and splintered into many pieces.  My first thought was, hey
there's a broom downstairs that someone is throwing out.  My neighbor is trying to sell her old stuff, mostly
junk.  Actually, but I don't want to buy it.  I just wanted to use it. 
So in my bare feet and relaxed fitting house pants and teeshirt I mozzeed downstairs and what did I find in
the large public space of our 1st floor but a Capoeira class in action.  I joined instantly.

Oh, I'm going to be sore tomorrow.  So much stretching and kicking and low crouched movements.  It's a very
intensive workout.  The next session is Thursday night and I'm sure to be there.

Actually, I was first introduced to the sport 7 years ago by a Brazilian/American friend of mine whom I worked with for a short time at this kid's academy and they had this play room with foam floor and he showed me some things.  Mainly how to stand on my head and kick and back then I was in much better shape than now.

We got along well cuz we lived together for about 4 weeks and he liked to drink soju and smoke cigarettes,
almost as much as I do.  He used to buy soju in the 2 liter bottle so we got drunk nightly and then taught kids all
the next day and in our free time, he showed me Capoeira movements, but it wasn't really a workout, like today's
class was.

He was funny, cuz he was fluent in English, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, and French.  But he had nothing but
contempt for Korean culture.  He was one of those, I'm here for a year and not a day longer, type of people.  Make
some money, check out this culture and then off to somewhere else.  Wish I wouldv'e done that.

The funniest thing I can remember about him was stories from his roommate, who'd tell me, "You know Mike the other day was bitching, 'Fucking Korean cab drivers.  I'm standing for like 45 minutes trying to catch a cab and they
 just kept passing me by'  I say to him, 'were you wearing a shirt' and he looks at me.  I know the answer is 'no'.  Whaddyu expect!"  That was Mike.  He hated wearing shirts.  It was summertime.  He was 23.  He didn't need a
shirt.

I've been looking for an interesting sport to do lately.  I don't like weights.  Running is only so good,  I mean,
it's good exercise, but it is boring.  Plus it rains a lot here.  So I guess that is my new discipline.  Hopefully it will
get me motivated to do more exercise.

I can feel it already.  I'm going to be sore tomorrow.