Ummm, could ya'll do that in your homes?

Globalization is in full-effect in our hometown. It's a bit of a recent development, we'd say over the last five years, but our neighborhood has turned into quite the cultural melting-pot. We've got a little of this, and a little of that. During a quick trip to the neighborhood pool for some tan-errrr, we mean lap swimming, one will hear an auditory cornucopia of languages far from the traditional Texas twang.

From time-to-time we will hear members of the old guard, old guard being a euphemism for racist and xenophobic white people, ranting to each other about how this is a problem. We couldn't disagree more. Not only are our new neighbors pleasant members of the community who keep nice lawns, but with immigration always comes better ethnic restaurants. It's also a nice bonus that their hot first-generation daughters are usually chomping at the proverbial bit to break away from the shackles of their parents traditional customs. This of course is best done by getting drilled by witty/slightly-bohemian/self righteous Caucasian blog writers. However, all this being said, the crazy Thai Chi outside our house has got to stop.

Each morning there are legions of dudes meandering around the neighborhood Thai Chi'ing it up. At first we thought it was cool, but like anything , too much of a good thing is a bad thing. Especially when that thing involves ancient Asian dudes, all seemingly wearing a uniform of sorts (white sneakers, black socks, short shorts, Harry Carey glasses, and of course, the translucent baggy white v-neck) getting in the way of regular traffic flow.

There are so many of these Miyagi clones out doing their thing, and once they get into it -- we guess when they've channeled The Mantis, or some shit -- they forget that streets are filled with cars. We've seen a few recently come inches from getting clipped... And then there's this one dude, who we think is their leader. His routine, performed not 40 feet from our house, involves what looks like unmentionable sex acts to a light pole. He causes such a stir and mass of rubber-neckers, that oncoming cars often fail to realize when we're backing out of the driveway. This has become quite the nuisance.