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Friday, February 27, 2004

So, with my money problems cleared up (in a way), I could attend club last night. It was as intense a workout as I've had in awhile. I've had more excruciating, but my arms felt like lead after all the punching techniques we did.

Last session was basically a Bando seminar given by a guest instructor. This guy was the quintessential mix of humility and expertise. The way he moves reminds me very much of the head instructor of my old TKD club. And, he was funny, too, especially when it came to discussing the more practical applications of the techniques he was demonstrating. "Here's something you can do when you have your opponent against the ropes in the ring... or against the bar... or a wall, whatever." Or, "If he tries to run, you can try this move and that move... and for good measure, just punch him right in the face." My favorite was learning that elbow strikes, if thrown the right way, can actually serve to cut someone -- as in bleed.

No, check that. My favorite was the "tornado punch" -- basically a combo followed up by a quick spinning backfist. The instructor noted the amount of power I was generating with it. Of course, the power generation was easy. I performed the move enough times in the TKD form Do San. The footwork is from even more elementary forms, which is for me, the first three Pinan kata. It's funny just how much I've been able to connect between MMA moves and traditional moves. I should write a paper or something, although I'm sure it's already been written 100 times over.

The best part was a compliment I was payed on my technique. The instructor, who has about 10 pounds on me, said that if I were to connect with the spinning backfist, I'd probably knock him out. That's my favorite part of training. Not necessarily praise from people (even instructors) -- simply the acknowledgement that I learned what I was supposed to learn.

Thursday, February 26, 2004

It's freakin' banks nowadays. There was some glitch with my account and I couldn't go to MMAC on Tuesday. But, it's all good now, so I'll get to go tonight. Maybe I should post a b!+ch slap to them.

My biggest gripe isn't necessarily the account glitch, as much as the fact that I can't afford the pittance being asked for this one vintage (it "out-Shaft's" Shaft's coat) leather coat that fits perfectly.
I got told that a comment I made about his blog wasn't appreciated. I didn't mean it all like that, but I guess it could've been the ennui I was suffering from that day. Oh, well. I'll go on the record and say check out the blog. You can actually learn a thing or two.

Tuesday, February 24, 2004

If anyone out there knows where to find a decent quality sound file, preferably .wav or .mp3, of Jet Li's final line in "The One"... you know it: I am Yu Law... I'm nobody's b!+ch..." etc. etc., tack a comment on here or on my tagboard and let me know where I can get it.

Monday, February 23, 2004

Yankee or Dixie?

47% (Yankee). Barely into the Yankee category.
All right! I guess I get to hang out with Ted Nugent, Tommy Shaw and that dude from Night Ranger, now.

Ed. note: I apologize if that was too obscure a reference for some of you.
E's torn miniscus is giving her problems again; it hit last night without warning, as usual. She gets so depressed over it, and I can't blame her. E struggles a lot to be active, especially through the busy-ness of her grad program, but at this point, even tai chi is giving her problems. I know it's not easy watching me staying trim and fit, doing all sorts of stuff, when all she wants to do is walk without fear of her knee giving out.

She's got an MRI scheduled for this Wednesday, thank goodness, and the docs will see where to go from there. She's got a tentative surgery scheduled for a few weeks from now during her spring break, but we'll see what happens.

If you're of the praying persuasion, and I know some (but not all) of you are, this'd be a good cause. As for the rest of you, I'm sure warm fuzzy thoughts would be appreciated, too.
Slow weekend, slow week, slow life. So, I went and did something I haven't done in awhile, just crawled through random blogs off of Blogger's home page.

Let's see how long this new blog lasts: Bloggin For Your Noggin

Friday, February 20, 2004

Oooh, yeah... finally getting into some interesting techniques! Real useful stuff, like some of the simplest takedowns I've ever been taught. Not to mention cimande limb destructions. Although, I wonder how many feathers I'd ruffle if I mentioned just how many of those "time-wasting, useless, dead forms" I learned between tkd and kung-fu actually have similar movements. Eh, I've got enough troubles ;).

I felt bad that SPEAKMAN was not there yesterday. Hopefully, his toe is ok. Though, I have to say that it was nice working with many different partners, especially though the muay Thai drills. Cooperative partners trying to work the techniques as dictated by the style as opposed to trying to sneak in his own old style. Although, I have to say that once I was able to connect a particular cimande's movement with a movement right out of the songmookwan tkd/shotokan karate form bassai sho, things clicked for me.

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

I claimed my first casualty last night. Well, my second if you count the fact that I shredded my own knuckles my second night of pad drills. I'm glad I took the advice to start wearing shoes to club. I stepped on a partner's big toe and bent part of his toenail back while doing pekiti-tirsia knife drills.

Y'know, I hate to say it, but he's -- let's give him a name, howabout SPEAKMAN (as in "Jeff") -- one of those guys who 1) is still too caught up in their original martial arts style and 2) always hogs me. Eh, maybe he'll think twice this Thursday. The problem was I was having a hard time coping with a #5 angle attack, and couldn't get it with SPEAKMAN. The funny thing was, after he got hurt and I switched partners, I was lucky enough to find a partner who immediately spotted what I was doing wrong.

I could rant more, but I have to go to work. Maybe more tomorrow.
ITEM ONE
The song that's been inundating my thoughts since I first saw the movie Office Space last week -- Damn It Feels Good to Be a Gangster by the Geto Boys.
Damn it feels good to be a gangster
A real gangster @$$ n**ga plays his cards right
A real gangster @$$ n**ga never runs his f**king mouth
'Cause real gangster @$$ n**gas don't start fights
Hell, yeah!

ITEM TWO
Valentine's Day: Had to work all day, but came home with a flower and a couple of lil' gifts for E and was greeted with a cornish hen dinner and the movie In the Mood For Love directed by Wong Kar Wai.

ITEM THREE
Saw a nice Japanese movie the other night, Shall We Dance. Who would've guessed Japanese (non-Anime) movies could be so funny?

ITEM FOUR
Sam Adam Cherry Wheat is now my second-favorite beer.

ITEM FIVE
One of the eternal truths I've learned in my three-decade existence is "You always become what you hate the most." In my case, I'm now suffering the effects of seeing too much of Jay and Silent Bob in such a short period of time.

Friday, February 13, 2004

ITEM ONE
Hehe... yeah... heh heh... hm... heh heh heh... knife drills are cool...

ITEM TWO
Additions to my Non-Amazon Wish List
  • One 24"-26" iron pipe
  • One axe handleITEM THREE
    Once again, I ask myself the age old training hall question, applicable regardless of art: You don't wanna kill the buzz of your fellow students who want to learn and seek out training partners who they feel will stretch them during training drills. At the same time, you wanna work on your own $hi+, and you try to work with them in return, but somehow they end up putting you back in teacher-mode. What do you do?

    This'd be fine if I was back at my old TKD club -- it comes with the 1st gup. But at MMAC, I'm the equivalent of a white belt. The problem is that while there are other martial artists from other systems there, I'm the only one whose done FMA outside of club, even though it was relatively miniscule. I've learned more in the past 5 weeks than I have in the two years I dallied with Modern Arnis/Sinawali. As they say, "In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king."
  • Thursday, February 12, 2004

    • A used laptop off of EBay for no more than $200, incl. shipping. Yes, my standards are pretty low. I'll take something as low as a Pentium II. I just want something functional that was made in this century (i.e. the 21st). My half-decade old machine, for as well as it's served me, is truly on its last legs.
    • A new bo-staff to replace one that was stolen awhile back. I haven't practiced my kung fu staff forms in waaaaaay too long.
    • A new Edges2 training knife (also stolen)

    Anyone wanna help out? Just rustle up some o' your spare change and shove it over this way (via the PayPal donate link on your left there). You know, the stuff you had slated for "Feed the Children" or somesuch. Come on -- if you haven't sponsored a child by now, you know you're not going to. If I had just a nickel for every reader... well, I might have a whole quarter! I'm gonna (re-)start graduate school soon -- I need my mobility!
    E and I watched Clerks last night, as Mallrats was unavailable. While I enjoyed the movie slightly more than I did the last time I watched it, E seemed to hate it a little more.
    E would say that I need to be kinder to myself. I did, after all, slightly injure myself at work three days ago, twisting some ligament that connects the left thigh bone to the hip bone, I believe. What do I know? I'm not a doctor nor do I play one on TV. All I know is muay Thai drills didn't seem the thing to be doing. Heck, my 30-year-old @$$ is still feeling the after-effects of repeated takedown drills from two weeks ago.

    So needless to say I didn't attend MMAC last Tuesday. Instead, I relaxed (sort of) at a coffee shop and was just about to get up and leave when they started the open mike poetry. Ah, yes, as you can imagine in a town such as Athens, OH you had just about one of every open mike poetry stereotype you know. The black-clad beatnik, head to toe. Only in traditional Athens-non-comformist style, her beret was a shade of deep purple. A couple of high-schoolers, one an "old pro" of sorts. You could tell she'd been here before, reciting tales of love with stylistic cliches. And I don't mean that to be harsh at all. Hell, she was up there reading -- props to her. She brought a friend, a nervous fellow up there for the first time. He sounded just as you'd expect for someone doing this for the first time.

    All in all, some were good, some were bad. I admit to being far from qualified to give a deeper assessment. All I know is that while I certainly wouldn't go out of my way to avoid that again, I probably won't be rushing back there every Tuesday night. Hell, this time next week when I'm (hopefully) at Club again, I won't even remember the open-mike-night exists.

    I suppose that makes me sound like a bit of a troglodyte choosing martial arts over poetry. But then again, martial arts are arts, too, right? I'm just pissed that I missed the knife fighting. I'll be there tonight and there'll be two straight hours of it, so that'll be cool.

    Tuesday, February 10, 2004

    This week has sort of turned into an unofficial Kevin Smith filmfest at our house. Between Saturday and last night we've seen Dogma, Chasing Amy, and Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. For some reason, I enjoyed Strike Back waay more last night than I ever did. E felt the same way about Chasing Amy.

    I'm guessing it was the company.

    Next on the agenda: Mallrats.

    Monday, February 09, 2004

    A gem from 1965 -- that's 39 years ago, for those of you who don't cotton ta none o' that fancy book learnin'.
    Send The Marines
    words/music by Tom Lehrer

    What with President Johnson practicing escalatio on the Vietnamese and then the Dominican crisis on top of that it has been a nervous year and people have begun to feel like a Christian scientist with appendicitis. Fortunately in times of crisis just like this America always has this number one instrument of diplomacy to fall back on. Here's a song about it.

    When someone makes a move
    Of which we don't approve,
    Who is it that always intervenes?
    U.N. and O.A.S.,
    They have their place, I guess,
    But first send the Marines!

    We'll send them all we've got,
    John Wayne and Randolph Scott,
    Remember those exciting fighting scenes?
    To the shores of Tripoli,
    But not to Mississippoli,
    What do we do? We send the Marines!

    For might makes right,
    And till they've seen the light,
    They've got to be protected,
    All their rights respected,
    'Till somebody we like can be elected.

    Members of the corps
    All hate the thought of war,
    They'd rather kill them off by peaceful means.
    Stop calling it aggression,
    O we hate that expression.
    We only want the world to know
    That we support the status quo.
    They love us everywhere we go,
    So when in doubt,
    Send the Marines!
    Tom Lehrer: funny songwriter or prophet of Nostradamus-ian proportions?

    Sunday, February 08, 2004

    Courtesy of site meter:

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    How on earth does someone get to this blog doing this?

    Friday, February 06, 2004

    The eating habits of American kids are widely considered a good example of what other countries must avoid.
    E. Schlosser, Fast Food Nation, 2001.

    Thursday, February 05, 2004

    Schedule's full once again tomorrow, so here it is.

    I hate you so bad
    you are the "I hate you so bad" happy
    bunny. You hate everyone and eveything and your
    not ashamed of it.


    which happy bunny are you?
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    Tuesday, February 03, 2004

    It's amazing how the dated views (c. 2001) of a comedian, in this case my favorite, Dennis Miller, can be relevant today. For instance...
    I get cross-eyed with rage when I hear that there are thirty-five students in a third-grade inner-city public-school class sharing one textbook while the AV-squad jerkoffs at NASA have lost contact with yet another billion-dollar piece-of-shit Radio Shack transmitter that was supposed to land on the surface of Mars and broadcast back pictures that I could take in Barstow in July. Hey, NASA. The space race is over. We won. We know all about space. It's full of black holes that relentlessly suck in all matter around them. Kind of like what you do with our f**king money. There might be water on Mars? Call me when you find oil on Mars, okay?
    It's a nice warm feeling when someone else can eloquently crystallize your thoughts.
    It's nice to know there are things in this world you can count on. For instance, I didn't watch the Super Bowl last weekend. I was working, and didn't care much in any case. But, I heard about "the incident" -- you know the one I mean -- and I wanted a picture.

    Somehow, I just knew Mr. Ellis wouldn't let me down.
    First off, let me say that Chapter 8 of Fast Food Nation is not for the faint-of-heart.

    Secondly, I added a Creative Commons License -- just because I could.

    Sunday, February 01, 2004

    What's a guy to do when he spends an evening at home on a Friday night, surrounded by his girlfriend and three nubile Asian women from different exotic cultures, with dishes of fruits and cheeses, sipping fine beer and red wine?

    Sit around and discuss the socio-historical-political-linguistic attitudes of Japan, Korea, China and the Philippines, of course. Get those fantasies based on Full Metal Jacket out of your mind.

    One of the young ladies was describing her attitude toward her country of origin, Japan -- an attitude she felt was typical (with the usual caveats) of the young people of her generation. She basically said that although there are many elements of Japanese culture to be proud of, there just isn't (in her observations, anyway) that sense of nationalism and patriotism that she observes in the United States. She was sort of amazed to see flags flying all over the place -- US flags, state flags, and even in the deep south where she spent some time, "stars and bars."

    Apparently, you don't see a lot of flag-waving in Japan. I didn't state it then, but I wondered how much of that is just the culture of modern-day Japan, and how much of that might have been the doing of post-WWII American policy for the region?

    Things that make me go "hmmm..."
    ... is now my favorite beer.

    Friday, January 30, 2004

    There's something inherently liberating about deciding for a brief period of time, a day perhaps, to just be an absolute waste of space and precious O2. That's what I did today. I slept in late, idly practiced some kali and bit of kung-fu, listened to NPR in the late morning. Afterward, I left the house, checked out a bookstore that just moved locations, sat at a coffee-shop while leeching off their Wi-Fi connection all afternoon and now I'm about to head to a bar where there's (hopefully) some decent live jazz playing.

    Thursday, January 29, 2004

    Wednesday, January 28, 2004

    By Jove, I think I've completed my personal manifesto/mission statement. Maybe I'll even post it if I decide it isn't too personal.
    Finally, after months of (sporadic) searching, I found an mp3 of the theme to Once Upon a Time in China in Cantonese. It's one of the final pieces to my workout mp3 playlist.

    Tuesday, January 27, 2004

    *Edited excerpts from my journal

    *E's right about my rigid expectations about my time. My expectations for today were to get up, sip coffee and work on some things at a leisurely pace before work at 8 PM. In the middle of it all, I'd relocate to the coffee shop and soak up some atmosphere.

    Unfortunately, it didn't work out that way.
    I'm accustomed to bolting out of bed when I feel it's time (or when my alarm goes off, whichever comes last) and getting down to it. I wake up with some things on my mind that I have to act on, or at least write down, before I do anything else. Instead, I get stopped at every turn by something or other. It didn't take a full hour before my vision of the day had completely collapsed, and I had to come up with a way to adapt.
    *Adaptation isn't my problem. It's the inner resentment that develops, usually toward myself. That's got to end. After all, most of the time I "wasted" was spent taking care of E. Her knee acted up big time last night and it's still not right.
    I've never had trouble concocting a "Plan B" on the fly. The trouble is I turn into Winston Wolf from Pulp Fiction, who expressed this attitude:
    If I'm curt with you, it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast, and I need you guys to act fast if you want to get out of this. So pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the fuckin' car.
    The bottom line is that I need to do two things: First, I need to return to practicing genuine solitude. Second, I need to be better and more ruthless about cutting out things that don't need done at a particular time. This is a problem for people with my brain style (read View From the Cliff) -- the feeling that if an idea isn't acted on immediately to the exclusion of all else, it'll be lost forever.
    This song [Secret Lovers by Atlantic Starr] is all about "creepin' on hoez" and "creepin' on fools."
    -E

    Monday, January 26, 2004

    The Bush Conspiracy Theory Generator

    And people wonder why I like this site so much.
    I've been toying around with a new personal mission statement for 2004 for the past 2 or 3 months now, and it's still not done. Sure, I've got lots of goals and am taking steps to securing them. But, I feel like I'm in a spot that I was in a few years ago -- lots of activity, but little direction.

    I did come to one conclusion that's brought me a step closer to constructing one for this year. I overheard a group of young women at a coffee shop discussing their mission statement for some enterprise, some sort of publication if I gathered right. Now, this bit that I heard may or may not have been connected to their proposed mission, but someone read aloud something that contained the phrase "b@$tard love child." Then, it hit me. If it was part of their mission, then I realized that whatever I construct for this year has to not only be on my TERMS but in my LANGUAGE. That is, something reflective of the new ways -- and a few of the old ways -- I've been thinking and speaking as of late.
    Sometimes, I refer to E as "my Lil' Crusader." She has these "revolutionary" tendencies. She sees something that's not right, whether in her grad school department, on the street, or life in general, her first instinct is to do something to correct it. Sometimes, it gets her in some warm water. But, that doesn't even enter into the calculations for her. And at times, I'm jealous.

    I can be such a tool of the system sometimes. Sure, I rail against it when it doesn't suit me. There have even been those rare occassions when I've used the little bit of "da juice" to try and fix things. But, in general, I'll sit and bite my tongue. And, I even go one step further sometimes -- I take the "flawed system," whatever it is, and find a way to manipulate it and play it to my advantage.

    I find a disturbing resemblence between myself and the character of Avon from the cult sci-fi show Blake's 7. In the second episode of the series, called "Space Fall," three of the main characters debate their escape from a ship on its way to a penal colony.
    JENNA
    Back to Earth?

    BLAKE
    Yes. That's where the heart of the Federation is. I intend to see that heart torn out.

    AVON
    I thought you were probably insane.

    BLAKE
    That's possible! They butchered my family, my friends. They murdered my past and gave me tranquilized dreams.

    JENNA
    At least you're still alive.

    BLAKE
    No! Not until free men can think and speak. Not until power is back with the honest man.

    AVON
    Have you ever met an honest man?

    JENNA [Glances at Blake]
    Perhaps.

    AVON
    Listen to me. Wealth is the only reality. And the only way to obtain wealth is to take it away from somebody else. Wake up, Blake! You may not be tranquilized any longer, but you're still dreaming.

    JENNA
    Maybe some dreams are worth having.

    AVON
    You don't really believe that.

    JENNA
    No, but I'd like to.

    BLAKE
    Yes, well, you asked me what I was going to do and I've told you. What you do is up to yourselves.

    AVON
    Right. A new identity, a job in the Federation Banking System. Three months with their computers, I could lift a hundred million credits and nobody would know where they went. Then let anyone try and touch me.

    BLAKE
    And the rest?

    AVON
    Have the same chance as I have.

    BLAKE
    You don't really believe that.
    That last part could easily be an exchange between me and my Lil' Crusader.
    Since my recurrent bouts of chronic aging quickly cause photos of me to become dated, I've uploaded a picture of a common avatar that I use.

    Saturday, January 24, 2004

    The Lost Journals of Doogie Howser, M.D.
    by Pasha Maller and Mike Baker
    I love the NPR show Car Talk. It's part of my Saturday morning ritual. The Car Talk Guys end their show the same way every week. "Click" says "Don't drive like my brother" while "Clack" advises "Don't drive like MY brother." They're brothers -- get it? Hey, I think it's brilliant -- screw you, you didn't think of it :).

    Lately, I've come to enjoy the way they cut out for station ID breaks. Today's was pretty funny...
    And though Ira Glass prepares This American Resignation whenever he hears us say it... this is National Public Radio.
    My ultimate favorite has always been...
    And even though the Dalai Lama flings a handful of prayer beads at us whenever he hears us say it... this is National Public Radio.
    Some gags just don't get old.

    Friday, January 23, 2004

    Yesterday, I obtained my first, aside from the balisongs that my parents brought back from the PI, combat-grade martial arts weapons - hardened, rattan kali sticks. Not that stuff that you order from Inside Kung Fu magazine or get at the local martial arts shop that splinters and shatters. We're talking the stuff that fended off Toledo steel and Japanese katanas.

    I need to get in some martial arts movie this weekend. I'd really like to find Shaolin Soccer or 36th Chamber of Shaolin somewhere in this wretched town, but have so far been unable. At least, I need to rent The Hunted again, and despite what E says, I CAN use it as a training video :).
    I just can't get enough of the Glengarry Mix.

    Wednesday, January 21, 2004

    Yes, five days with nary an entry. So, what have I been doing?

    UNO
    Well, E and I watched Bulletproof Monk a few days ago. She didn't go off about the grossly inaccurate portrayals of Tibetan monastics as much as I thought she might. Me, I just won't pass up any chance to see Chow Yun-Fat whip around in "two-fisted gun mode" even if for but a second.

    OK, Yun-Fat, we know you can act in comedies and dramas. Anyone worth a damn knows you're far more than just some action star. Now, when am I gonna get to see you leap around and kill 20 people in one scene with glocks in both hands again?

    DOS
    I've seen evidence that my tolerance of idiocy and foolishness at work has greatly diminished. I've found myself showing righteous anger and contempt toward a couple of people who pissed me off last week.

    The first is FLASH GORDON. A dim-witted sort. He's the kind of guy who likes to make little racially-slanted jokes -- the sort-of-innocent kind that might tempt you to laugh if the joke was funny. Unfortunately, his jokes never are and people (myself, a minority person, included) are in fact more put off and offended by his sheer stupidity than by any racial comment he makes.

    Well, I tolerated all of that, and his slack-jawed troglodye nature that's so far inhibited him from doing his job effectively, until late last week when he proceeded to invade my personal space. I spoke to him in a private place where I fully intended to pummel his remaining IQ out of him, but instead reiterated rather forcefully that I didn't appreciate his antics.

    According to the consensus, I should've just beat him with a crowbar.

    The second "hall-of-famer" is THE RENNAISANCE MAN. (I don't know if I spelled that right -- I'll edit it later.) This person decides to interrupt my mental work groove by dinging me in the hand with one of those super-balls. Yes, harmless in and of itself. And, from anyone else (except for FLASH GORDON) I might've been able to laugh it off. But this guy wasn't even close to apologetic until I got loud, and finally told him to just "get the hell away from me."

    RM here is one of those people who always has some kind of story about something he knows that you don't. Or, something he did that thinks will automatically garner him some respect. Sorry, RM -- get your positive ego strokes somewhere else like from PCP or something. Anyway, why the name? Apparently, he's generated so many stories that some have taken to generating an annotated list of them.

    Oh, and the consensus as to how I should've reacted in this case? Same as the first -- a merciless beatdown.

    TRES
    Note to B -- the nickname's coming, I swear.

    Speaking of Club, I can feel that my sorry-@$$ Filipino martial arts skills are already a light-year ahead of where I was. It's so totally worth every overpriced penny I'm paying for it! And, Thursday I get new kali sticks!

    QUATRO
    Yes, today I'm going to let a day's worth of posts on the mailing list I'm on just sliiiide by. No need for me to comment today. Well, at least until after work 10 hours from now.
    When I'm more awake and I feel like it, I'll change the book listing in the sidebar. Until then, know that I'm 4 chapters into Fast Food Nation: The Dark Side of the All-American Meal by Eric Schlosser. I expected to be suprised, but not disturbed.

    Unlike most of the people I know who've read this book, I'm not swearing off any Happy Meals just yet. Yes, I'm a tool of the psychologically-marketed, chemically-enhanced, economically-vampiric, uniformly-mass-produced system.
    Take a gander at this.

    If I were Mr. Ellis, I'd be going "WTF?" too.

    Friday, January 16, 2004

    ITEM ONE
    I've been rather involved lately with responding to posts from a LRP mailing list I'm on. I almost forgot how the thrill of intellectual battle can be as good as from physical combat.

    ITEM TWO
    Looks like I've garnered at least one more reader here. Blogger has tutorials on What to do if your Mom discovers your blog and How Not to Get Fired Because of Your Blog. They need to include a tutorial on "How to Avoid Serious Injury In Case Someone From Your Martial Arts Club Discovers Your Blog" -- you know, just in case.

    Message to B: Don't worry -- you'll get your nickname soon enough.

    ITEM THREE
    I put a question on a ricebowljournals.com forum about handwraps - how essential were they when doing a lot of punching and hand work. Up until then (last Thursday), between my previous martial arts experience and the club sessions I've attended before, I never felt the need.

    Wouldn't you know that the night I attended Club after posting my question, two of the knuckles on my left hand get shredded? Story of my life, huh?

    More later. I gotta go. But, one last thing (see above).

    Wednesday, January 14, 2004

    Quick post about some MMAC cast member updates:

    ONE-ARMED BANDIT isn't a complete b@$tard after all. It turns out he'd actually like to be shown a couple of my kung-fu long forms. He also indicated that he knew some "pine tree cell" forms (whether from Song Moo Kwan TKD or Shotokan, I don't know); I'm always curious to see people from other schools do these forms.

    TRENCHCOAT MAFIOSO isn't a complete b@$tard either. Once I decided to step out and interact with him while disregarding his previous b@$tard-ness, I discovered a rather personable individual.

    More tomorrow, maybe.

    Tuesday, January 13, 2004

    Inspired by last night's viewing of Once Upon a Time in China II, I'm ready to head off once again into another session of the MMAC. I even have today off of work, so I'll get to go there a little early and maybe warm up a bit more. Maybe even practice some kung-fu.
    "Confidential to T-Mobile: NASA is downloading 36 MB TIFFs from Mars and I only get 2 bars of signal on my cell phone inside my house. Please look into upgrading."

    from diepunyhumans.com

    Regardless of provider, or whether it's cell service or TV reception, nowhere is this more true than in the fine town of Athens, OH.
    Yes, there have been a lot of these posts lately, haven't there?

    I finally got my hands on the Kama Sutra of metroeroticism, The Metrosexual Guide to Style: A Handbook for the Modern Man by Michael Flocker. It's sort of interesting seeing how much of this stuff I've known almost since birth, and how much I am totally clueless about.

    I thought it would be fun to see how I stack up to some of the various lists of standards scattered about the book. For instance, on page 86, we have "Ten Wardrobe Must-Haves." The items in bold are the ones I lack.
    • Three black T-shirts, three new white T-shirts
      I got more black tees than you can shake a stick at. I have a fair amount of white tees, fairly new, but if "pocket Ts" don't count, as the book states, I need a couple more white ones.

    • Two different pairs of flattering jeans
      Check.

    • One dark suit
      $400 charcoal gray from Brooks Brothers.

    • One leather or suede short coat (not a bomber jacket)
      I'm a child of the 80s/90s -- I got a bomber jacket, sue me.

    • Two rollneck or crewneck cable-knit sweaters
      Check.

    • Two pairs of dark, straight-leg, nonpleated pants
      All my pants are pleated -- damn, damn damn.

    • Three well-cut, solid-color, button-down shirts (one white)
      I technically have them -- they may need to be cut a little better though, because I got them 5 years and 25 pounds ago.

    • Quality sunglasses
      Both prescription, look good, and cost INXS of $200 USD each.

    • One expensive watch, one sports watch
      Check.

    • Flattering underwear
      Unfortuneately, most of my underwear was from that "one score and 5 pounds ago" era.
    Looks like I have a little bit of retooling to do.

    Sunday, January 11, 2004

    Lookee what I found...

    E and I are visiting friends in Columbus. A fun evening was had by all, but for the first time in a long time, the gallons (not really) of coffee I consumed left me a total insomniac. And, also for the first time in a long time, I've had immediate access to the internet to enable me to b!+ch about it. I'm dead serious here, it's 5:30 AM and I'm completely awake. I got a two-hour drive and an eight-hour work day ahead of me tomorrow

    What to do, what to do...

    Saturday, January 10, 2004

    The Glengarry Mix

    There's the clean version and the Ultimate Abuse Mix. Get your groove on!
    So, I go in for another round of punishment on Thursday night. For the first hour, I got off my cowardly @$$ and dove straight in to the group doing the muay Thai pad drills. My most gruesome day ever in tae kwon do class was nothing compared to this. The typical TKD class will also have you run drills gradually increasing the number of techniques in a single drill. I think I've only done, at most, three or four techniques in a single TKD drill. Thursday night, I was doing between three and seven techniques per drill. God, I felt like a yellow belt all over again. Once again, I felt that way you get when you push your body a single step too far, that nauseous feeling in your gut as your body cries out to stop.

    I loved every second of it.

    In the second hour, I got in some more kali. Unfortunately, being the sole minority in the room (and the only Filipino doing the Filipino martial arts work), I've got a pretty high visibility level over there. People, especially the instructors, noticed that I didn't take the advice fromt he first session, namely to try the Filipino kali during one of the sessions this week, and the next session to try a lesson in Western (Irish) stick fighting offered simultaneously at the other session.

    Hey, screw that. I chose to celebrate my cultural heritage.

    I'm meeting some very interesting people from the spectrum of university life at the MMA Club. In the tradition of some of the fiction I've been reading lately, as well as some blogs I frequent, I'm going to start assembling a rough cast list.* Here are a few to start with:

    *Ed. note: If anyone from the MMAC stumbles across this blog, and may potentially be offended by anything written here, I apologize in advance. The names I generate are to protect our mutual anonymity, and the opinions expressed are my own, so if you don't like them (and if you're not one of the instructors), well we can settle our differences the old fashioned way after any club session you want ;)
    TRENCHCOAT MAFIOSO - This is a guy I recognize from frequenting a certain coffee shop in town. He appears to be a student, and always wears a rather nice, long tan trenchcoat with a button or two on the lapels of a liberal nature. He seems to be a decent fighter - I watched him spar with someone after class.

    But, he ticked me off Thursday night while we were doing kali hand-sensitivity drills (to increase one's reaction-time in close quarter hand-to-hand situations). We were rotating partners, and while some were pleased at my speed and upped their game accordingly, this person twice requested that I slow down. Slow down?? F**k that -- I'm there to freakin' train. Hey, I got smacked myself by people going faster than me a couple of times. I don't have time for no pansy ass weekend warrior. Come to train, or don't freakin' come at all.... damn, I gotta calm down. Sorry, TM -- you know I still love you.

    GANGSTA OF NEW YORK - This is the main instructor of the Irish stick-fighting method, as seen in the movie Gangs of New York. He's a nice enough guy, very outgoing, very skilled. I get this wierd vibe off of him, though, as if he's disappointed or something that I haven't tried his system yet. Eh, don't worry, I'll get to it.

    ISSHIN - Freshman lady, a 1st dan in Isshyin Ryu (sp?) karate. She was my partner for the majority of the Filipino drills. I saw her practicing a couple of her kata. I wouldn't wanna go hand to hand with her. But, her weapon work needs, well, work. So far, though, she's been the only partner that it's been a pleasure to work with so far. Aside from instructors, my other partners, male and female, fall into one of two catagories: total newbies who really don't yet know what they're doing and people who've been training for a relatively short period of time who think they know what they're doing whose techniques are so sloppy that it ticks me off.

    ONE-ARMED BANDIT - Named because he recently broke his arm and has been attending club in a cast. Nice guy, seasoned martial artist, heart is 100% in the right place, but damned if he doesn't come off at times like some slack-jawed troglydyte. (Heh... gee, now why might anyone potentially be offended by what I write here, huh?) Why do I say that? Well, when I saw ISSHIN practice some of her kata, it inspired me to try and recall some of my kung fu forms. ONE-ARMED BANDIT saw this, and inquired:

    OAB: Hey, cool, what is that?
    ME: Kung fu... shippalgi. It's a Korean style
    OAB: I've never heard of it... is it something you rent, or something?
    ME: [feigned puzzled look on my face, because I knew where he was going with it] Huh?
    OAB: Like, on a video or something
    ME: [with a "wtf, you b@$tard" look on my face] Umm, no, I'm a brown sash...
    OAB: [slightly embarassed and apologetic]: Ohh, ohh... hey, cool...

    Now I know how most of those fights you see in 70s kung fu movies get started.

    Thursday, January 08, 2004

    My schedule looks rather full tomorrow, so I did my soul-searching today.

    I'm going to burn for posting this... I know I am. But what the heck?
    A Message from Pat Robertson and the "Vote No on Jesus" Campaign
    by Nathan McIntire
    Well, the Mixed Martial Arts club has started up again, and last Tuesday I got my first lesson in muay Thai basics! I also got some more kali in, and learned the first five angles of the Inosanto system.

    Dan Inosanto... the most famous martial artist you've probably never heard of. Everyone's heard of Bruce Lee, but most don't know about Mr. Inosanto, Bruce's #1 student/teacher.

    Anyway, I might go in for another round tonight! I gotta get my fighting skills back up. I've been inspired by all the videos E and I have been watching lately, namely:
    • Drunken Master - if my brain could handle another martial arts system, you're damned right I'd learn drunken boxing.
    • The Legend of Drunken Master - Jackie's no Yuen Wo-Ping, but he gets the job done.
    • The first 8 episodes of Dragonball GT
    • 4 random episodes of Dragonball
    • Once Upon a Time in China III
    I'm really glad the members of the club maintained their "righteous indignation" about me being "raped" at the door (i.e. paying $7.50, since I'm not yet officially affiliated with the University. I'm still a "townie" as far as they're concerned). But to me, it's worth it, because as I've said before, my fighting skills (such as they are) probably aren't worth a damn in the clinch (i.e. the short "up in my grill" range).

    Tuesday, January 06, 2004

    I've included a link into each post to enable you, the instant gratification reader, to vote for my site on ricebowljournals.com. So don't playa hate, congratulate!
    Here's a conversation I had with a (male) friend where he works.
    Me: Do you know if you carry any papaya extract?
    B: Papaya extr... what the hell is.... are you hitting on me??
    I was at the laundromat last night for a couple of hours and left without realizing that I had left my day planner. It didn't even occur to me until well over three hours later when I found that I couldn't sleep at 1:30 AM. Poor E... she couldn't sleep as it was, and had to be up early, but on top of that, she (like me) is really sensitive to her partner's moods. I tried being as quiet as I could as I swore up and down, tossing things about trying to find it, then realizing what I did.

    I even drove out (it's all of 3 minutes away) to see if it was where I thought I may have left it, but it wasn't. I saw what time they opened up, and was there, disheveled, at 8 AM. Thank God it was still there. I thought for sure some scandalous mother had jacked it.

    Now you're probably thinking, "What's the big deal? You left your planner, so what?" Well, you have to realize that I'm one of those planner-junkies, that anal retentive breed that has every piece of information (within reason) organized, dated, coded and set in that single place.

    Man, I was in a bad space last night. But this morning, I got better.

    Monday, January 05, 2004

    I never ever thought I'd see the day when I'd get E to stay up through an episode of any anime. I tried, when we first met, to get her to watch some of my favorites on the Cartoon Network's Adult Swim lineup: InuYasha, Cowboy Bebop, Lupin III, etc. It never occurred to me to show her any episode of Dragonball Z.

    Well, at the local video store, they had the first two tapes of the series Dragonball GT, and I wanted to check them out. They kind of piqued E's interest, so I told her about random bits about both Dragonball Z and Dragonball.

    I thought she'd definitely like Dragonball, and they had a tape at the video store, so I picked one of those up. She may not admit it, but I think she's hooked! I almost forgot how much I liked Dragonball myself. It strikes me as very kid friendly, even with the martial arts violence in it. One of these days, I'm going to get that in order to have it to show to my kids.
    It occurred to me recently to look at my archives list, and sure enough I found a whole 52 weeks worth of entries. I actually did this blog thing for a whole year.

    Friday, January 02, 2004

    I rang in the New Year at a bobo $75-a-head fund-raiser for a local arts center with bobo people. E and I were to be volunteers at the complimentary beer/wine bar, but our services weren't really needed so we were told to go and have fun! There were lots of food, fun, alcohol and dancing to be had.

    E and I got to go thanks to two people who have basically become our "sponsors" down here in A-town. EK and SK are a really great couple with great kids. Bobos to the core, whether they realize it or not. Conservative, modestly wealthy with artistic bents, S has a band (which played the event) and E headed the committee that put the shindig together.

    We met all sorts of interesting people, not the least of which was EK's sister. I found her interesting because she's, by some estimations (not necessarily my own, though) typical of someone of my age range/generation. Damn, am I old enough to start "talkin' 'bout my gennnnneration"? Anyway, from what I gathered, R_ (I never got her last name) is a year younger than E, divorced, without a bachelor's degree, with some small business of her own that she left in the care of her sister's family while completing boot camp to enlist in the Army Reserves. No love of her life yet, but she's still looking. R, I think, reminded E of where she used to be before she took the time to do something radical in her life to find what she was looking for. It was interesting, but not surprising that R was listening to our (E's and my) story with rapt attention.

    I mention all of this to illustrate something, mostly to myself. It took a couple of months, and while it still has every chance of going south, my life plan is going along at a nice clip. I'm finally at a point where I can put away some of my meager pittance in the bank. Hopefully, I'll be enrolled at OU in the next month. And, I'm finally taking all the mental notes I've made about the success and failures of my various interpersonal relationships and putting them to good use. I'm surrounded by a cozy web of people who have the same attitudes as I do, and attributes I'd love to emulate. I'm also getting back in touch with personal attributes I once thought had been lost to me.

    Seeing these things helped me realize that there are a few things I need to accept about myself in 2004:
    • I need to chill about certain things, hold some of my beliefs, "oughts," and "shoulds" a bit less tightly.
    • I need to be OK with being 30 and still learning things that a lot of 25-year-olds already seem to know.
    • People can and do like me, and in a slightly more-than-superficial way! I can and should, like anyone else, use this to my emotional, intellectual, spiritual, and even physical benefit.
    • I still have problems. They no longer define me, but they are a part of me. They are real and need solved.
    • I need to (re-)discover the exact place of the spiritual component of my life.
    I've been saying with increased frequency that it's been a long time since I've been this happy, usually to and in reference to E. But, it's just quite possible that I've never been this happy, period.

    Oh, BTW, see The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King!! E and I saw it last night. It's easily the best movie I've seen in quite a while.
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    Tuesday, December 30, 2003

    -The Sphinx, Mystery Men

    Well, perhaps I don't dress in that manner (now), but I can now officially ACT in that manner, thanks to PayPal --





    Help support my habit. My future endeavors (read: my bobo, metrosexual lifestyle) cost money, you know!
    All this reading lately, all these cool websites I've found as a result of this reading (for example, Zoe Trope's), all the music I've been listening to lately has made my old creative itch return. Unfortunately, I've only two real creative outlets: music and this here blog thingy.

    I'm still in the process of working out my list of "Things I Want to Accomplish in 2004" but it will include these two items:
    A jazz arrangement of the song Another Sunday by Robert Lamm. I've already decided that whatever instrumentation is used, the last verse of the song needs to be sung.

    "instant gratification 2.0" - as soon as I work all the bugs out of my budget, I'm going to at least upgrade this blogger account so that the ad doesn't show. I already have some ideas for a format change.


    I could definitely use the readers' (all 3 of you) help with this last one -- tell me how to improve this thing!
    Before I left the house I listened to today's Morning Edition on NPR. One of the features was an interview with American Records' Rick Rubin on the release of Johnny Cash's boxed set Unearthed. He had some very interesting recollections on the period that Cash recorded with American. It did produce some good music, my favorite being his version of Personal Jesus (yes, Depeche Mode), which I have on mp3.
    Purely as a lark, I did a search on one of my favorite stories from The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2002. Now, without violating any copyright laws whatsoever, I'm proud to bring to you, the instant gratification reader:
    Journal of a New COBRA Recruit
    by Keith Pille
    ...and knowing is half the battle.
    Yes, today will be even better. The weather's a bit cooler, but E comes home tonight!

    Monday, December 29, 2003

    Yes, it's been such an awesome day so far, I can actually hear U2 in the back of my mind. It's a glorious day weather-wise; a nice 60 degrees. I had a restful night's sleep last night. I spent the morning meditating on (that is, pondering) my life, and finally discovered the piece that was missing as I'm trying to (re-)discover the spiritual component of the direction that I want my life to take.

    I've got time to chill out here in OU's library, now open again after the holidays, so I've got a steady net connection, plus time to enjoy it. I don't work for another couple of hours.

    And the icing on the cake is that I spoke with E a few moments ago, and she comes back TOMORROW!! God, I've missed her so much. We've resolved never to be apart like that again, at least not during Christmas.

    In short, today I've been blessed, not only be being alive and feeling alive, but feeling centered and at one with Creation.

    Saturday, December 27, 2003

    Not that I've actually seen a benjamin recently. I see numbers in my bank account that fluctuate back and forth and very rarely translate into equal amounts of currency in my grubby little hands.

    But, yesterday I increased my chances of seeing said benjamins -- I finally finished creating a real bonafide budget for myself, based on a certain amount of income (since it sort of varies weekly).

    Today, of course, I decreased my chances because I decided to treat myself since I managed to make a nice amount above my projected earnings this month. I finally got The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2003 (at 30% off, though!) and the latest issue of the Journal of Asian Martial Arts which had a very informative article which devotes a section to the form of kung fu I study -- Aw, c'mon, what the heck else am I saving my money for?

    Friday, December 26, 2003

    *New title for a new set of entries. Tag me if you get the reference.

    I initially thought this should concern my official new hobby - "contemporary literature." Instead, I'm just going to dwell, ponder and/or comment on whatever I may read.

    In this first entry, I'll just say that I've been through an awful lot of books. I suppose it started this time last year, actually. In no particular order, except for the first one which I know I read at the first of the year:

    If Chins Could Kill: Confessions of a B-Movie Actor by Bruce Cambpell
    Characters and Viewpoint by Orson Scott Card
    Work It! by Allison Hemming
    Every Man, God's Man by Arterburn and Luck
    Bobos in Paradise by David Brooks
    Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice
    (This was a re-read)
    The Fran Lebowitz Reader by Fran Lebowitz
    (I try to re-read this one at least once a year)
    The Thomas Factor by Gary Habermas
    Your God is Too Safe by Mark Buchanan
    Spiritual Advice for Buddhists and Christians by the Dalai Lama (I seem to remember this as the title -- the book was loaned to me)
    Depth Takes a Holiday by Sandra Tsing Loh
    The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2002 edited by Dave Eggers
    Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser
    (I actually only started this a few days ago.)

    I know I've missed some. One comes to mind right now. I don't record it because I can't remember the author's name at the moment. Plus, it doesn't even touch the magazine and internet articles I've read. And, I'd hardly call 2003 an extraordinary year in reading for me -- just the first year I've noticed just how many things I've fed my head with.

    Tuesday, December 23, 2003

    Chances are, I'll be a bit busy the day after Christmas, and probably away from the internet in any case, so I thought I'd offer this a few days early.

    Kinky and fun, you know how to scream and you sure know how to have one hell of a party!! And one hell of a night . . .
    Congratulations! You're a screaming orgasm!!


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    Two days before Christmas and it's almost 55 degrees. It'll snow tomorrow, I believe, but by then I'll be in Cleveland (I hope) in which case I'm sure the weather outside will be frightful.
    No matter how you feel about the war in Iraq, you cannot deny one inescapable fact -- as of right now there is NO EVIDENCE Iraq or Saddam had ANYTHING WHATSOEVER to do with 9/11! NADA... NONE... ZIPAROONIO!

    Every time I hear about the polls saying how many Americans believe the contrary (53% in a poll from USA Today, in a reference I heard a few hours ago), it grates on my nerves. For pete's sake, you don't have to be (or, even LIKE) Al Franken or Michael Moore to see how far the current administration has backpedalled, you only HAVE TO OPEN YOUR EYES. It's been all over the news and TV -- granted, it's buried usually, but still.

    Monday, December 22, 2003

    As I look at the past year, despite, "what I have done and what I have failed to do" (as we former Catholics still have a tendency to say), I have to say that this has been the year containing my lowest and highest points of my life.

    E's been in my life for about 6 months total, and they've been the very best of my entire life. By most standards, this relationship is a whirlwind one. In this short time, we've built such a connection that it's been hard for either of us to conceive of a time when we weren't together.

    So far, the biggest obstacles to our relationship that have yet to be completely worked out: some minor unresolved facets of both our pasts, disagreement on the correct timeliness of doing the dishes, and the fact that she doesn't share my love of Philly-blue-eyed soul singers.
    This merits special attention.

    Last Friday, E retold the story about the time she went to some psychic guy in Korea. She was told that within a year, she'd be married to a Chinese man with a big nose who was an engineer. Nothing about a Filipino with social work tendencies. Well, she's been reevaluating the truth of that prediction in light of a few facts she discovered.

    Within a year...
    Our relationship is within the time frame.

    She'd be married...
    E had a conversation with a Korean woman she was tutoring about said prediction. This woman stated that, in Korean culture, any couple living together are simply assumed to be married, or at least on their way there, and are more or less treated as such. Therefore, any vision a Korean psychic would have about E living with a man would, to him, constitute "marriage."

    To a Chinese man...
    According to this same woman, most non-Korean Asians are simply lumped into the "Chinese" category. This is apparently due to the many Chinese living there. Any vision of me by a Korean psychic would be of "a Chinese man."

    With a big nose...
    Another Korean student of E's who I met a couple of months back commented to E about my "big nose." I don't, nor would most Westerners, consider my nose big. Westerners tend to look mostly at nose length or how far it sticks out from one's face. Koreans, on the other hand, look at nose width, and by that standard my nose would appear large to a Korean psychic.

    Who was an engineer...
    Ok, we're both puzzled by this one. I can't stretch my imagination or powers of logic far enough to make this connection.

    Between this and the fact that E reported that the psychic was very accurate about facets of her past, who knows what to think? I've always been open-minded about psychic abilities in a "Ghostbusters" kinda way. I wish he'd been more open about what our relationship would hold for the future, but according to E, Johnny Smith reported seeing a horrible future that had to be prevented at all costs the psychic reported that things would "come together" by the time she was 39, especially financially.
    I didn't have much time to go where I usually go to access the net, so once again, I relied on Windows Notepad yesterday, and today, the cut and paste feature.

    Written 8:45 PM 12/21/03
    This past weekend had its definite high and low points.

    I drove E to Columbus so that she could hop a plane to see her mother and various friends in downstate New York.

    I'm lonely.

    She arrived safe and sound at Elmira, NY. She was searched at the airport in Columbus -- apparently her shoes were a bit suspicious. But, otherwise, the trip went well. She apparently made a new friend, as she is often wont to do, a fellow screenwriter who resides in L.A.

    E got to spend some quality time with her mom that yielded some news: We don't have to worry about finding an engagement ring if when the time comes. Her mom is giving E her old wedding ring. Her mom (My future mom-in-law... man, that's a wierd thought. What's more wierd is how comfortable I am with it) had some stones from her engagement ring set onto her wedding ring after E's father passed away.

    In case it hasn't been apparent, let me state it once and for all -- yes, she is the one.

    Last Friday was a definite high point in my relationship with E. Since we'd be apart for Christmas, we had our own little time under our little tree. We'd spent most of the day in "decadence" surrounded by pillows, watching three of my favorite films (Mystery Men, Kids in the Hall: Brain Candy, and the original Shaft), and being rather intimate. Then came the presents! We got each other an assortment of little things. She was pleased with her gifts, and I was pleased with mine.

    One of the things E gave me was The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2002. I consider this my first real foray into "contemporary literature," because the collection isn't primarily humor for the NPR set or about various socio-economic phenomena, though it does have some of those elements.

    However, I received a present unlike any other I've received in my life. And, I've received some extremely special gifts in my time -- gifts that I'll probably never write about on this weblog.

    But the gift that E gave me is now one of the few physical possessions that I have that I will truly cherish. It was a penknife that her late father got in the Philippines during WWII. It isn't so much decorum, but sheer inabililty, that prevents me from describing what this act meant to E in light of all that her father meant to her.

    Friday, December 19, 2003

    It's been awhile since I gave you all a "two-for-one," so here it is. Go on, Freud -- figure this conundrum out.

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    Thursday, December 18, 2003

    As I've gotten older, I've gotten a little more pensive whenever a year wraps up. It's usually when I take stock of the previous 12 months in a vain attempt to figure out where to go from here. I say "vain," but it's really not. Some goals I meet, some I don't - usually the ones I should've.

    I usually try to figure out what needs changed and how, in various areas of my life, including this blog. I've been at this thing almost a full year now, and it's been good for me. But, what could/should I do with this thing in 2004?
    A.    I could always just delete this thing.
    B.    Actually spend the time and money to get my own server, or at least a domain name, and learn CSS or something like that.
    C.    Just make the usual minor cosmetic changes.
    D.    Go more personal? Or less personal?
    E.    Be more active about getting more readers?
    F.    All of the above?
    G.    None of the above?
    Any suggestions, anyone?

    Wednesday, December 17, 2003

    Well, if I wasn't Friendster-ed out already, there's an article on Buttafly that took the remaining wind out of the sails. I went through all that stuff, creating my profile (even putting my own damn face on it), building my network, essentially gorging myself on the Friendster experience. But, like all gorgings, you come to your senses, covered in beer, buffalo wing sauce, [body fluid double entendre deleted], etc. and ask yourself as you're puking your guts out, "What was this all for?"

    I had only recently started to come to these conclusions on a subconscious level, anyway. I guess I could always take myself out of that network, but that smacks of effort.

    Tuesday, December 16, 2003

    This whole series is about children being scarred!

    -E, during the scene where (SPOILER - highlight the space if you want to read) little Boba Fett holds Jango Fett's decapitated head while we were watching Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones
    Isn't it sad just how true that is?
    Yes, this past weekend, I felt quite mushy as it was the first time (between Saturday morning and Sunday night) that E and I have been apart for a 24 hour period since I moved here. Who would've thought a tiny apartment could feel so big?

    And, why did I miss her? Well, that became immediately evident when she returned and we watched the movie Trekkies. Just the fact that we could watch it together, by itself, makes her the best life partner I could ever have. Nevermind the fact that we could make tons and tons of jokes about it, mostly to cover up the fact that we both see pieces of ourselves underneath all the genetic misfits covered in Spock ears, Klingon ridges, TOS shirts (any color except red), and TNG phasers.
    Remember those ads? R.I.F. Ah, another childhood memory.

    Anyway, new book plug on the left of the page - Depth Takes a Holiday by Sandra Tsing Loh. IMO, "Fran Lebowitz-lite" but funny and maybe a bit more accessible.

    Friday, December 12, 2003

    I got this from E, who will always call this area home.
    New England Temperature Conversion Chart

    60° F: Southern Californians shiver uncontrollably. People in New England sunbathe.

    50° F: New Yorkers try to turn on the heat. People in New England plant gardens.

    40° F: Italian & English cars won't start. People in New England drive with the windows down.

    32° F: Distilled water freezes. Maine's Moosehead Lake's water gets thicker.

    20° F: Floridians don coats, thermal underwear, gloves, wool hats. People in New England throw on a flannel shirt.

    15° F: New York landlords finally turn up the heat. People in New England have the last cookout before it gets cold.

    0° F: All the people in Miami die. New Englanders close the windows.

    10° below zero: Californians fly away to Mexico. The Girl Scouts in New England are selling cookies door to door.

    25° below zero: Hollywood disintegrates. People in New England get out their winter coats.

    40° below zero: Washington DC runs out of hot air. People in New England let the dogs sleep indoors.

    100° below zero: Santa Claus abandons the North Pole. New Englanders get frustrated because they can't start their "kahs."

    460° below zero: All atomic motion stops (absolute zero on the Kelvin scale). People in New England start saying, "cold 'nuff for ya?"

    500° below zero: Hell freezes over. The Red Sox win the World Series.
    The following is a conversation between E and me as we're watching the movie The Hunted with Tommy Lee Jones and Benecio del Toro. If you haven't seen it, this movie contains what is arguably the most realistic martial arts fight scene in a movie, which utilized the sayoc kali style of Filipino martial arts.
    Me: Man, this is the $hi+!!
    E: (disapproving look)
    Me: Hey, this is my cultural heritage, here!
    E: Bull$hi+. If you're cultural heritage was flower-pressing, would you be celebrating it?
    Me: Aw, hell no, that's lame.
    E: Exactly -- it's not about your cultural heritage, it's about your bloodlust (she says, with a big smile on her face).


    At least, I think it was a smile.
    I got this notice in the mail from my credit union today, italics added by me. What a load of $hi+.
    Your HASSLE-FREE [Is it?] CHECKING available balance [not "the actual amount of money that every stinking piece of paper says should be in your damn account."] is not sufficient to cover the following...
    Pisses me off, I tell you.

    Amateur movie! You might not be too experienced in
    the way of sex...but chances are, you do enjoy
    it (or the thought of it). We'll probably see
    you in some home video that surfaces on the
    internet one day.


    What kind of porno would you star in?
    brought to you by Quizilla

    I always knew I was too vanilla for my own good :(.

    I can imagine a scene taken out of my life and put on the big screen TV-VCR screen/computer monitor in someone's basement: A solo scene where, immediately after the big [small] O, one has the energy to jump up, set up a game of Yahtzee, and on the first turn immediately score a Yahtzee, all while I'm just sittin' there :)

    Monday, December 08, 2003

    While E and I have still managed to avoid getting a powered antenna, we've been watching several fine movies. I've honestly lost track of what we've seen lately. I may have missed some, but in no particular order, they've included...

    Cradle 2 the Grave - My first "DMX starring with a martial artist" movie. He really wasn't that bad. Jet, of course, is as much of a bad@$$ as ever. There was a scene with Jet and some rather prominent UFC fighters. E bristled at the thought that in a real life fight between Jet Li and Tito Ortiz, my money would be on Tito.

    The Corruptor - It's always impressive to see how much range Chow Yun-Fat has, that he really is more than a two-fisted-gun-toting stoic. Although, we get some nice two-fisted-gun-toting stuff, too!

    Moulin Rouge - I swore up and down that despite what the credits said, the Duke must've been played by Gary Oldman. He wasn't. While it dragged initially, it really wasn't as bad as I was led to believe when it first came out. The crowd I hung with at the time almost universally blasted the movie. Some walked out in the middle of it. But, there was some impressive stuff in there once you got past the rearrangement of various 80s tunes.

    The Big Lebowski - I hadn't seen this one before. God, was I missing out! If you haven't seen it, stop what you're doing right now and do so!
    On Google's front page, enter the following search terms and click "I'm feeling lucky!"
    "miserable failure"

    "weapons of mass destruction"
    Now, that's what I call a search engine!

    Saturday, December 06, 2003

    I was walking around the Athens Wally World (aka WalMart) the other day when I heard a rather curious announcement. For $1.00 a ticket, you could enter a raffle for a Remington .28 gauge shotgun. I almost did, just to see 1) whether I'd win and 2) whether they'd make me wait for my prize while they did a background check or if they'd just hand it over.

    I could go on about this, but why? Your own thoughts are probably swimming in the same direction as mine.

    Friday, December 05, 2003

    Wednesday, December 03, 2003

    Ten years since its inception, and I've managed to avoid it... until today.

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    GSS d+ s-:- a30 C++ U--- P L- E-- W++ N++ o+ K- w+ O--- M V-- PS+ PE Y+ PGP- t+++ 5++ X++ R++ tv+ b++ DI+ D++ G e++>+++ h--- r+(++) y+
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    Sad, isn't it?

    Tuesday, December 02, 2003

    The song from Subtlety & Passion that really convinced me to take a closer look at is was Another Sunday. On cursory listen, it seems like Lamm just copied himself; compare it to the song Wake Up Sunshine from Chicago II.

    Then, when you listen to the bridge of the song and realize it was co-written by Gerry Beckley of the band America, you might be tempted to write it off as yet another Beckley-Lamm-(sans)Wilson "BMW" (bitch, moan & whine) session about old age.

    But, I know for me, personally, the last verse sort of sums up all the struggles I've had as of late with spiritual and life direction.
    Another Sunday
    Could I fin'lly?
    Could I fin'lly start to live?
    And maybe one day
    I would take time
    I would take some time to give
    To those who always waited for me patiently
    For my return and my company
    But for now, you see
    Comes Monday... I start all over again


    Another Sunday
    by G. Beckley/R. Lamm
    I take back almost every negative comment I made about Chicago XXVII... er, I mean Robert Lamm's Subtlety & Passion album, especially on closer examination of some of the lyrics. Most of them are as brilliant as ever. Some are really lame, but you'll have that.

    Dammit, Chicago, can't you make an album half as interesting anymore?
    *Tag me if you can identify the source of this reference.

    Without cable, one is pretty much screwed TV-wise in Athens. Your only alternative is a powered antenna, relatively inexpensive, but still a pain in the @$$ to bother with, especially when you're living in a household chock full of fine movies.

    Videos E and I have watched thus far:
    Some martial arts stuff I taped from the Discovery Channel awhile ago
    Glengarry Glen Ross
    The Star Trek episode Day of the Dove
    Le Pacte des Loups
    Rowan Atkinson - Live
    The Godfather I & II

    Part III will be tonight's viewing, I believe.