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Monday, September 27, 2004

I probably joke about going too far in self-defence situations moreso than I should. I can see the look on E's face right now if she gets around to reading this, but I've been actually telling myself I should stop. If nothing else, I don't want to end up like one of these people who say things like this... (From a post on the defend.net forums)
That is why if you are going to start a fight it is best to start yelling something like, "hey why the hell did you hit me!" because eye witness testimony is terribly unreliable and many people will then claim that the person did in fact hit you and you were defending yourself when it actuality you were the attacker.
That being said, I do accept in principle the idea that if I hurt you while you were trying to do me harm, that's what you get for screwing with me. I don't look for fights, I don't want to fight. I want to be left alone. I'm old and slow and KNOW I will get my @$$ kicked. Therefore, my goal will be to keep my @$$-beating to a minimum, preferably by escaping. But if I can't and if you end up with a limp for life, or worse, then, as a co-worker is famous for saying, "Sorry 'bout your luck."

A lot of other people buy into that, too -- but it seems like some of those people don't have a concept of all the hell that attitude can buy you. They seem unaware of certain realities that are articulated well in this article on lethal force from the Mark "Animal" MacYoung's website.
Moreover, if you choose to carry a knife you need to know that such a weapon is considered a "thug's weapon" in most cultures. And if you do use a knife on someone then you had damn well make sure that the wound pattern matches your claim of "self-defense." Unfortunately, most training in stick and knife arts don't take either issue into consideration. They are in fact, training you to end up in prison for murder.
So, these clips from selected articles are for you, the person who just can't wait to get him or herself in a situation where you actually get to use all that fancy weapon-work you spent so much time perfecting. The quiet ones who don't brag or boast, but who'll stand there calmly like an anime hero, in the midst of chaos and violence "knowing" that you can get that tac folder out before any of these freaks come within five paces, and woe betide any who do...

Knife Fighting: A Reality Break
Most so-called "knife fighting" training that is currently taught has very little to do with how knives are commonly used in violent situations. This is because much of what is being taught is predicated on what can only be called "dueling." This is not to say that what is being taught is ineffective, far from it. In fact, much of what is being taught would work if you ever found yourself in a knife to knife duel. However, the mindset, physics, strategies and attacks that occur in such situations are radically different than the many other ways that violent people use knives. Dueling is only one aspect of knife work, to survive you need to know the others as well.
Knife fighting lies
Lie # 9 Knowing kali makes you a knife fighter
Kali, Escrima, Arnis, FMA, all of them have the aura and mystery of being weapons based arts. Deadly, savage arts of the Filipino warriors. Lurid stories about guerrilla actions against Japanese invaders, duels and death matches that the founder of the style was involved in abound.

Quite honestly what these maestros survived is incredible and is more than worthy of kudos. These older gentlemen survived a totally different culture, socio-economic environment, time and, in some cases, a World War and foreign invasion of their homeland.

That having been said however, just because the founder of the system or lineage was a walking piece of bad-assed real-estate doesn't make you one.

They weren't knife fighters, those people were survivors. It's what comes from living a hellishly hard life. While they had physical skill that helped them, what kept them alive, what allowed them to strike fast enough, hard enough and brutally enough wasn't their art -- it was the commitment not to die. It was that grim savagery to do whatever is necessary and to do it faster and harder than the other person that kept them alive. In the lexicon, they had "heart."

Their art just allowed them to do that faster.

Knowing an art doesn't give you that kind of commitment, that kind of ruthlessness, that kind of grim endurance or that willingness to descend into savagery to stay alive. Just knowing the art doesn't make you a knife fighter. You have to have "heart" as well -- that willingness to wade through hell and come out the other side.

Lie #19 You can use a knife on another human being without legal repercussions
I have seen videos by so-called "knife fighting masters" who actually show the fool encouraging his students to slash someone with a knife for trying to slug the student. I have also seen videos where after disarming their attackers with several slashes to the arm, these knife killers proceed to slash their -- no longer armed -- attacker to ribbons. I have stood in my front room with attorneys and use of force experts and watched a tape on knife fighting where a supposed "expert," not only starts a bar fight, does a suicide move that would have gotten his throat slit and then kneels down and stabs a downed opponent -- in front of witnesses! Actions that everyone agreed would be prosecuted as murder.

As such, don't even get me started on the bozo's who insist their students cut a person multiple times because "one cut may not stop him." Unfortunately, this kind of training often goes awry when the attacker attempts to withdraw and the knife fighter keeps on slashing, even after the ex-attacker has turned his back on the knife fighter. Now, this once upon a time attacker has been slashed many times after he was disarmed and is slashed more on his back while attempting to retreat...guess who is going to go to prison for attempted murder?

A knife is considered a lethal force instrument...and the use of lethal force is *very* narrowly approved. If you use one another human being you had better damned well be firmly within those parameters...if not, then you are -- in the eyes of the law and society -- the bad guy.

Before you even think of picking up a knife for "self-defense" go out and take a course on Judicious Use of Lethal force. Do NOT take any knife fighting experts word on the subject, go to the source lawyers and expert witnesses on use of force.

Saturday, September 25, 2004

Dammit, Satan that Lucas just doesn't know when to quit!



Sent by E
Because it's faster than checking my email. No gruesome martial arts links o' death this time. Just potential places E and I might enjoy our honeymoon (if we happen to remain in the country around that time).

The Inn at Honey Run

Places Ohio's list of bed & breakfasts

The Glenlaurel Inn - with a Scottish theme and an innkeeper licensed to perform weddings.

Friday, September 24, 2004

My laptop started up with little effort last night, and managed to stay running all night. How is it that I've been trying for the past 6 hours to get the thing to run, and it still won't?

I had the day off, and my plan was to get the remaining data I needed off of my computer. One way or another, it will come off today and I will destroy the thing. I'm going to beat it in a field ("What is 'PC Load Letter'???") Office Space-style and am going to post pictures of the remains.

But for right now, I deserve food and coffee.
Sorry about the lateness...

Which Teletubbies character are you?

I disabled the link on the image because the site does some wierd popup thing that I couldn't get rid of unless I rebooted the computer. But, if you're really a sucker for punishment and simply must know which Teletubbie you are, you can go here -- don't say I didn't warn you.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Feel free to ignore. I just had to jam this someplace until I got
around to perusing it more thoroughly.
Objectify Your Opponent

by Demi Barbito

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

In a couple of hours, I get to have my first martial arts training session this quarter with DATU_B. It won't be as much cardio as a Club workout, but that's good for someone who's been out of it for quite a few months now.

Speaking of Club, how is it that I haven't even been, and I have yet another...

Billy_Jack Quote of the Week

He sent me this via email:
This is [BILLY_JACK], we strated martial arts and I see you have not showed up yet. Listen Don I know your scared of me, I would be too, but atleast quit hiding so you can take your beating like a man and or women. If you need that pass I'll go yell at [one of the officers] to get you one. See you later

-[BILLY_JACK]
Written just like the sort of person you take out a restraining order on, misspellings and all. But, he's not beyond hope. If he does succeed in getting me a coaches pass, he'll have been good for something and I'll be able to beat him silly later.

Monday, September 20, 2004

Earlier this month, I attempted to post this, but the link died.

But, thanks to DATU_B, who independently discovered it somewhere else, I can now bring you The World's Most Dangerous Man.
E's got the filmmaking bug again. A couple of days ago she showed me the documentary American Movie, a film made by the friend of a friend of hers that did well on the documentary circuit. Well enough for us to be able to rent it from a local video store. It's funny how many friends of friends she has doing stuff like this. I mentioned before (I think) how she's friends with a former animator on MTV's Celebrity Deathmatch.

Coincidentally, I read an interview with Kevin Smith (syndicated) in a local rag this morning that had to do with the release of the tenth aniversary edition of Clerks and how it inspired a generation of filmmakers who said, "Hey, if he can get famous doing a piece of crap like that, why can't I?" (Smith plans his next film to be a sequel - The Passion of the Clerks.)

But, the filmmaker being documented (i.e. not the one who made the actual film -- it took a minute for that to sink in) in American Movie, Mark Borchardt, was doing this well before Clerks, though few would argue that he's doing it as well or better. The man is, in short, a freak. A dedicated, hard-working, persevering freak, but a freak nonetheless. It's part of his charm. (Just how do you pronounce the word Coven anyway?) It's also why American Movie works.

Yes, Borchardt is a freak of the first order. Chances are, on your worst day, your life is still better than his (at least than the snippets of his life shown in the movie). You'll laugh and joke about what a pathetic mother he is. And yet, if you pay attention to how hard he tries to get his movies made, how often he falls off the horse only to get back on over the course of years, and how much crap he has to deal with in pursuit of his art, you're going to eventually, like it or not, compare his life with yours again, and wonder who the pathetic one is.

My question is this: How does a freak end up with so much video** film and ADR equipment when the couple of people I know who aren't freaks are filming things on Super 8s?

**[I replaced "video" with "film," as per E's correction. What'd I tell you? Filmmaking bug ;).]

Friday, September 17, 2004

I came home last night to find E watching American Graffiti. She was driven to see it by some oldies music that had been "Song Fu'd" into her head. I hadn't seen the movie in years, but I was amazed at its (relative) depth compared to Lucas's other films. I even managed to hold back my usual hate-filled rants during the viewing...

Until we watched his commentary, and he told the story about how he was forced to edit out three scenes of a total length of five minutes, and after the success of Star Wars, he had enough clout to force the studio to put those scenes back into all the subsequent video releases. Now, that scenario of itself is innocent enough -- everyone who knows me knows how I love watching people stick it to The Man. But it reminded me of what I described to E as his freaking God-complex with his compulsion to re-create Creation over and over and over again.

Lucas went on to describe all the filming techniques he had to use, and sometimes invent, to get some scenes for Graffiti done. Some of those techniques were praised by his producer, Francis Coppola. E wondered if Lucas even remembers how to do any of those techniques.

"Film To Edit" is one thing. But jeez, he edits Star Wars the way I edit a blog post. You know all those little inconsistencies that drive you crazy about Star Wars? Like how in Jedi, Obi-Wan tells Luke that when he met Anakin, he was already a great pilot -- no one was expecting a little kid! Well, damn, no wonder Luke was "too old to begin the training" in Empire -- like, by a freakin' decade or so (!!!).

It just drives me nuts! And you know where you see the beginnings of that sort of crap? More American Graffiti, which Lucas didn't direct. But he green-lit it and plastered his name on the front. At the end of the original (yeah, I'm going to spoil it -- it's been damn near 30 years already), one of the characters is said to have been killed in Viet Nam. That same character appears in the sequel, only at the end of the movie, he's listed as being M.I.A. Yes, there was a film logic to it just like there was a film logic to Obi-Wan's story and Luke's age.

But, gee, wouldn't it be great if we could revise our lives like that? Most people want to erase their blatant errors. But not me. I'd like to go all Lucas and tweak. I'd like to turn back 20someodd years and flirt with the girl down the street who flirted with me for most of grade school. Not that I'd want her now at all, or the ultimate outcome of my life to change. But, that would've been closer to how I envisioned the scene. And I could do it now in ways that I just couldn't do it 20someodd years ago.

But life can't be revised like that. Maybe that's the issue Lucas struggles with as he takes advantage of the "magic of film." I joke about him being a greedy bastard, but I really don't get that sense from watching him. Still, he's laughing all the way to the bank, isn't he?

I sure as heck wouldn't shed one single solitary tear if ILM got hit with a massive computer virus, or if the Wrath of God came raining down fire and brimstone like Sodom and Gommorrah on the freakin' place. Maybe one of our surgical, strategic air strikes in Iraq can go wrong (as they are often wont to do) and bomb ILM back to the Stone Age, and then Lucas can go back to making a decent film. The hard way. And, have to live with it -- good, bad, or ugly -- like other directors.

But that is, as Miller says, my opinion... I could be wrong.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Johnny Ramone dies at 55

Guitarist with influential 70s band loses cancer battle

Dan Glaister in Los Angeles
Friday September 17, 2004
The Guardian

Johnny Ramone, the guitarist with the eponymous punk group The Ramones, died at his home in Los Angeles on Wednesday following a five-year battle with prostate cancer. He was 55.
Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta...

I can now get to these now that the "deer in headlights" look has faded from my face.

ITEM ONE
Campaign staged on Palace balcony

A Fathers 4 Justice campaigner dressed as Batman is staging a protest on the Buckingham Palace balcony.

Jason Hatch, 33, entered the grounds and scaled a wall at 1420 BST.
Now, there's a level I aspire to reach in the next two years of my life. Scroll to the down the article and check out his partner's picture -- he's not only dressed like Robin, but my buddy Joel "Nips on the Batsuits" Schumacher's Robin.

ITEM TWO
Russia tells America to mind its own business after democracy lecture

16.09.2004
1.00pm - By ANDREW OSBORN in Moscow

Russia rounded angrily on America yesterday making it clear it was in no mood to be lectured on democracy or fighting terrorism after the Beslan school massacre.
Doesn't it take some stones to get on another country for doing what we're basically trying to do, all in the name of fighting terrorism? What, are we just ticked off because the Russians aren't trying to mask their intentions? They have to keep up a facade of democratic reform while we rolling ours back? Yeah, sometimes looking at a mirror sucks, folks.

ITEM THREE
"One Electorate Under God"

Almost from the moment the Founding Fathers wrote "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof," Americans have debated the role of religion in politics. A panel discusses religion, American politics and the upcoming election.
A surprisingly thoughtful discussion with less fanatics calling in than one would expect. That, in itself, surprised me as I listened to it.

On a side note, E and I joke constantly about how Dianne has problems with some callers and guests because of her voice disorder, spasmodic dysphonia. Now, don't get me wrong -- we don't joke directly at Dianne's expense (mostly). It's just interesting how sometimes, Dianne has to cut people off pretty hard or in the extreme, hit the mute-button on them because she can't be as quick as other radio talk show hosts.

It makes me wonder about how much of a hard-@$$ that would make someone who had to deal with all of that in order to reach the position Dianne Rehm has reached. So, I'd do impersonations of Dianne Rehm for E on how she must be when she's off air. Imagine her slow, spasmodic disphonic voice saying things like:
The next time you interrupt me, I'm going to rip your balls off and jam them down your f**king throat.

You're going to show me some goddamn respect around here, you little college intern b!+ches. Now, get me my f**king coffee!

You wouldn't be giving me this sh!+ if I was Nina-f**king-Totenberg... that lez...
Gets E rolling every time.
No, E and I still haven't watched Enter the Dragon yet, but we did spend an evening watching all the TV and theatrical trailers that they dug up. We heard the following tag line about 50 times:
Roper... Williams... and Lee. The Deadly Three.
Ah, the blatant Hollywood racism in the 70s, before they even bothered to put up any sort of facade of equity. In the trailers, the White character gets mentioned first, and the Asian character last. In the movie itself, the Black person dies (rumors abound that Jim Kelly's character was originally to have lived, and John Saxon's to have been killed).

And, I don't care that John Saxon has a black belt. You can't tell me he had one back then, not with those jump kicks he'd do. I could stand there and take one of his crescent kicks right in the face and not even notice. Maybe it's because of that sub-conscious inability to suspend disbelief about Saxon's fighting skills that Bolo Yeung was counting on when he chose to lose to Saxon in their fight, rather than lose to Bruce Lee. But hey, how else were you going to justify having the white guy kick so much @$$ alongside Bruce and a bonafide Karate middleweight champion?

Oh, speaking of which, if you're asking yourself, "Just what has Jim Kelly been doing with himself all these years?" Well, I knew he dabbled in professional tennis for a bit, but apparently it's more than that. Ain't It Cool News caught up with him about a year or so ago.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

ITEM ONE
Our moratorium on DVD rentals last week never happened. It was a hard day for both of us, so we searched and found Enter the Dragon. We haven't even watched the movie yet, instead combing through all the special features, especially the feature with scenes from Game of Death, reconstituted and re-edited according to Bruce Lee's original notes.

Cool sh!+, indeed.

ITEM TWO
Everything of interest, except for my mp3s, is now off of my ghetto-fabulous laptop and on CD-Rs. Once I get all of those off, you can bet I'm gonna take this bad boy out into a field and do a little Office Space dance around it with both of my kali sticks.

Can I just say that I love having a 1GB gmail account? Hey, between the two accounts I have, I've got about 10 invites. I may donate a couple of them to a program where people can contribute their invites to US soldiers in Iraq. The rest I'm just sitting on. If you're a friend, maybe we can haggle. If you're a stranger, I'll trade up to three for a new laptop. I don't mean brand-spanking new -- I'll even take a gently used one made after 2000. Anything I can stick a wireless card in. Email if you're interested.

ITEM THREE
Speaking of kali, looks like DATU_B's invitation-only kali group is going to happen. Oooh, empty hands -- I can almost smell it.

More later. Gotta mail some more mp3s to myself.

Sunday, September 12, 2004

ITEM ONE
Today, E and I have declared a moratorium on DVD rentals. We finally got to see ATHF, Vol. 2, but the funny bits were sort of few and far between. I dunno, it just wasn't as funny as the first season. She took out the movie Beijing Bicycle. It didn't interest me so I didn't watch it, and E didn't like it all that much herself.

ITEM TWO
I've got the day off from the diamond mines today. I do hate it when I get them early in the week. Makes the rest of it go by slower.

So far, today's been rather pleasant. E and I lounged around all morning watching ATHF and putting up a new beaded curtain to act as a door between our bedroom and the rest of the house. What finally convinced us to create one was a visit last week by E's friend MS_V (who incidentally hates E's ex with a passion that even I don't have, which makes her tops in my book) who I woke up to find standing in our bedroom the morning she left. This didn't bother E and I in the least, mind you -- it was just the principle of having no separation between the bedroom and the rest of the tiny apartment.

ITEM THREE
This year for Halloween, E and I have tentative plans to head out of town. "Because you want peace and quiet away from Athens's Halloween, right?" you might ask. Wrong. I've been wanting to go to Trauma for years. Last year, a group of our friends went. This year, they're going again and I want to go this time, too.

E and I had a discussion about this related to that thing couples call "Those Details We Do Not Speak Of Regarding Our History Before We Met." I'm damn sure not putting those details on here, but suffice it to say that the discussion left E feeling like Ben Affleck in Chasing Amy, which I continually (as recently as yesterday) have to convince her is simply not necessary.

She's become more and more accepting of the vague details I've given her, though not enough to watch the movie Secretary as I've recommended.

ITEM FOUR
Really more like an "Item Two-A," this makes the second time one of E's female friends has seen the two of us in bed, [ed. note - I deleted the rest of this. Too personal. And, no, nothing ever happened so quit wondering and pull your mind out of that there gutter.]

ITEM FIVE
In the "What I'm Currently Reading" category, I just had to mention Brad Meltzer's (the author) current DC Comics mini-series Identity Crisis, a total must-read and one of those rare chances for the general non-fanboy hasn't-ever-entered-a-comic-book-store public to see why comics can be a cutting edge artistic storytelling medium along with everything else. Here's a Yahoo! article on Identity Crisis for more info.

Friday, September 10, 2004

Is it an issue of artist's rights or the slow vampiric bleeding of your wallet?
Lucasfilm Defends DVD Changes

Lucasfilm spokesman Jim Ward told SCI FI Wire that the company strongly defends Star Wars creator George Lucas' right to make controversial alterations to his beloved original trilogy of films in the upcoming DVD release. "It comes down to what [Lucas] has said constantly, which is that he very strongly believes in an artist's right to have his work presented in the way he wants it presented," Ward said in an interview at the press preview of the DVD set in Los Angeles. "In terms of your own personal art, and how you want it to be presented, the artist has that right."
Check out the article if you want to see exactly what the changes were - I did, because I'm sure as hell not buying the DVDs just to see. I've got the trilogy on VHS released before the '97 versions, which E has on VHS. Lucas, like Bill Gates and Sam Walton, has had enough of our cash.

I mean, he edited the edits, for God's sake.
I've spent some of today doing what I should have, and indeed would have, been doing had I the resources of the University's new computer lab -- backing up as much as I can off of my old-broken-down-actually-managed-to-get-it-up-and-running-for-once-piece-of-crap laptop onto CD-Rs. I just have some program-specific data files and of course, my mp3s left.
  • Trekkies 2
  • Shaolin Soccer
  • Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Vol. 2
...but only because both copies of Aqua Teen were out at the video store.

Shaolin Soccer gave me the sort of "feel-good" vibes that I haven't felt from a movie since my first viewing of Star Wars back on 197[something] (aka waaaaay before it was caleld Star Wars IV: A New Hope). It's another "kung fu fantasy" genre movie, which I find myself enjoying more and more. Now to get my hands on one of the Zu movies.

E and I also finally got to see Jet Li's The Enforcer. Man, I hate seeing Yu Rong-Guang as a bad guy, even if he did do those movies before Iron Monkey.

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Feel free to ignore -- I just wanted to put these someplace where I can find them again later.

The Ten Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Moves Every Cop Should Know

What's In Your Fanny Pack?: Must have tools for everyday carry
This was funny because of this quote about the use of batons [emphasis is mine]:
Another advantage is that it is difficult to kill someone with a baton -- unless you hit them in the head or choke them with it. And therein lies the biggest problem for civilians with a stick, cane or baton. The overwhelming tendency of non-trained people is to use their baton to hit a homerun with the guy's melon.
Can Submissions for the Street Work Against You?

Raging Against Self Defense: A Psychiatrist Examines The Anti-Gun Mentality
Watching Trekkies 2 led me to this website which wasn't referenced on the film, but on the Trekkies 2 website.
http://www.khaaan.com
How's that for stress relief?
  • Trekkies 2
  • Shaolin Soccer
  • Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Vol. 2
We still have to get our hands on a DVD of Glengarry Glen Ross.

Trekkies 2 was everything we expected. This time, they went global. Interestingly, it seemed that the Australian fans seemed to produce the best cannon fodder for my MST3K-like commentary (E would say my meanest of the entire film).

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

I heard the rumors, but I didn't believe it until now.
Lucas uses movie force: Hayden Christensen is now Anakin ghost in revised version of Return Of The Jedi
By Bruce Kirkland-- Toronto Sun

George Lucas has inserted Hayden Christensen into the revised DVD edition of Star Wars: Episode VI: Return Of The Jedi -- a film originally released only two years after the Canadian actor was born in Vancouver.

The DVD box set of the original Star Wars trilogy is set for release on Sept. 21, in the DVD debut of these eagerly-awaited titles. Yesterday, the Sun had a sneak peek at the controversial scenes, confirming fanboy rumours that have circulated on Internet chat sites for several weeks this summer.

Christensen -- who was an unknown actor from the Toronto suburb of Richmond Hill when Lucas cast him as youthful Anakin Skywalker in Episode II -- now appears as the blue-tinged ghost of Anakin in three brief scenes totalling just 10 seconds during the celebrations at the end of the movie.
Can't just leave got'damn well enough alone, can he?
E and I made our first joint appliance purchase - a DVD player. I guess I'll have to change the blurb on my Amazon Wish List now. Our first DVD viewing options are:
  • Trekkies 2
  • Shaolin Soccer
  • Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Vol. 2
Good news and bad news from elitestv.com:

The bad news, and believe me we're all crying over this one:
New Kids Snub Reunion Plans

Plans to bring boyband superstars NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK back together have fallen flat - because DONNIE WAHLBERG, DANNY WOOD and JOEY McINTYRE aren't interested in a reunion.

Brothers JON and JORDAN KNIGHT agreed to reunite with their old bandmates for VH1 show BANDS REUNITED, but their former colleagues declined the offer to star on the show.
The good news, however...
Jet Li Thanks Tarantino for Hero Success

Martial arts hero JET LI is so thrilled with the success of his movie HERO in America, he's taken out a full-page advertisement thanking QUENTIN TARANTINO for transporting it from China.

The film, which is set in the third century BC, has been at the top of the American box office for the past two weekends, prompting Li, the film's director ZHANG YIMOU and the cast and crew to say a big thank-you to Tarantino and MIRAMAX bosses BOB and HARVEY WEINSTEIN for making it a success.
I'm posting these two pictures with my blurred face, not because of privacy concerns, but to show off how I've been leeching off the resources of the brand new computer lab that's opened up on campus. Not only am I using their net access, fast computers and printers, but now their scanners and their copies of Photoshop, too.
"And, I don't feel bad about it."

-Macy Gray, I've Committed Murder
And, I wanted to show off the reversible jacket that E brought back as a gift from the PRC.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

I remember hearing this a few days ago - according to the date, September 2nd. The bit about "College Visits" sort of irritated me. And, from a college professor, no less:
Letters: GOP Campaign Chair, College Visits

All Things Considered audio

Sept. 2, 2004

NPR's Melissa Block reads from listener's letters. Included are responses to our interview with Marc Racicot, chairman of the Bush-Cheney campaign, our report on summer college campus tours, and our piece detailing the varied pronunciations of the words Abu Graib.
(Stupid) charges of elitism from a prof? That's good.

P.S. This is post number 666!
[Insert Theme from The Omen here.]
Someone cut off this thing's head already. From Sci Fi Wire:
Toon Highlander Developing

The venerable Highlander franchise is on track to become an animated movie for release in spring 2006, Variety reported. Davis-Panzer Productions and Imagi International are developing the project, which will be animated through Madhouse of Japan (Tokyo Godfathers), the trade paper reported. David Abramowitz, who was head writer on the Highlander TV series, will write the screenplay.
Jeez, even Christopher Lambert knew when enough was enough.

Friday, September 03, 2004

From the Boston Globe:
City gangs turning to machetes, police say

By Christine MacDonald, Globe Correspondent | August 16, 2004

As a boy growing up in El Salvador, Somerville pastor Luis Morales said, he was never frightened when he saw peasant farmers with machetes hanging from their belts. For rural Salvadorans, the long knife is a basic and ubiquitous tool, as common as a Swiss Army knife is here.

Morales, pastor of the Vida Real Evangelical Center, has watched in dismay as Hispanic street gangs have transformed the rural implement into an intimidating urban weapon. Area police say street gangs, whose members once might have favored switchblades and homemade zip guns, now prefer the long knives with blades that can be nearly as thick as an ax and as long as a sword.
Sure, sure you could say "Hey, a knife fight is what happens when you forget your gun." But, the point is that it's nice to know some "old-school" methods haven't completely gone by the wayside.
In theory, it should be that time of the year when MMAC starts up again. Well, the quarter starts next Tuesday, and I've heard nary a word. I emailed one of the officers today. We'll see what, if any, response I get. It sort of sucks to say this, but if the current gaggle can't get things together, then my prospect of getting another "Coach's Pass" [snicker] seem pretty dismal.

But, to kick off another year of posts describing my (dismal lack of) martial arts progress and those involved, I give you, not one, but two "BILLY_JACK QUOTES OF THE WEEK." I had the (mis-)fortune of running into him yesterday (not with my car, unfortunately), and he had the following things to say.

As he introduced me to what was, I assume, a friend of his...
This is [Me], the only Asian male prostitute in town.
(To which I responded, Yeah, [BILLY_JACK] makes use of my services quite frequently.)
I mentioned that the other day, I saw the Bando black belt that BILLY_JACK has delusions of sparring with...
Is he walking my streets again? I'm going to have to kill him. 'Hey, you Ecuadorian... go back to Mexico.'
It's going to be another fun year, I can tell.


This is the sort of atmosphere E and I got quickly used to. Ithaca is everything Athens wishes it could be - small and intimate, yet cosmopolitan with a blurred distinction between "Town" and "Gown."
I mentioned Mark Twain was buried alongside his wife. I wish I got a better shot, but I managed to cull this from another picture and enlarge it via Photoshop.

Thursday, September 02, 2004

I've always been a "big picture" sort of person...

[If I were an online test, I would be The Art Test]

I'm The Art Test!

I'm, erm, a pretty nondescript test that just does what it says on the tin, really. I don't thrive on in-jokes, controversy or irony, nor do I host ads... I have some pretty pictures though, will that do?

Click here to find out which test you are!

Yesterday morning, E and I were listening to Morning Edition on NPR -- that's where my radio/alarm is set. They were broadcasting excerpts from the RNC the previous night, which included a speech by The Governator himself. I've written before about how, at the "Battle of Columbus" martial arts tournament which he co-sponsors, he makes an appearance and always works in Terminator references for cheap pop.

Why were we so surprised that he did the exact same thing at a Republican National Convention.

"Don't be economic girly men!" he said, among other things.

You don't believe me? Have a listen.
A couple of evenings ago, I introduced E to Saturday Night Fever which she had never seen in its entirety. We've introduced a whole new set of in-jokes to our vernacular ("He's a sleazy HOO-er."). Ah, to have been Italian living in New York in the '70s.

I hadn't seen it in awhile myself, so I'd almost forgotten what sort of story it was. E and I both admired the simplicity of the cinematography, not to mention the actors, none of which could ever score a movie in this day and age. They all look too ordinary, not like anorexic Greek gods and goddesses.


I'm not exactly sure what it is about this -- I've been wanting this picture for an entire year. Maybe it's knowing that this is the closest I've ever gotten to a literary giant. No, getting Anne Rice to sign my copies of Interview and Servant of the Bones doesn't count, not compared to this anyway.

I've got more pics up on the Geocities pages. You're smart enough to find them, I'm sure.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Now, if we as a nation, really are serious about the War on Terror, we need to bring in the people who are best equipped to handle it.
The A-Team Resolves Lapses in Homeland Security.

By Ryan Boudinot
Prepare to be amazed and astounded! All martial artists everywhere, BEWARE! Not since Bruce Lee has the world seen a deadlier practicioner in the art of fighting with numchucks.

Apologies -- it looks like the video has been taken down for the time being.
Maybe there is a reason to hope that right wins out, after all. Maybe...
U.S. Seeks to Dismiss Terror Convictions

U.S. Asks Court to Dismiss Mich. Terror Cell Convictions, Says Prosecution Was Full of Mistakes

The Associated Press

WASHINGTON Sept. 1, 2004 — In a dramatic reversal, the Justice Department acknowledges its original prosecution of a suspected terror cell in Detroit was filled with a "pattern of mistakes and oversights" that warrant the dismissal of the convictions.

Monday, August 30, 2004

We needed to re-combobulate ourselves. So last night, E and I decided to see The Bourne Supremacy (we watched The Bourne Identity before we left) and instead were pleasantly surprised to find Hero playing! I've written before on how bad I wanted to see this movie. When E was in China, she was asked daily by different students, "Have you seen Hero yet?"

F**k the comparisons to Crouching Tiger. If you want to see a "chop sakey" movie, go see the next Jet Li or Donnie Yen movie that's almost sure to be some Hollywood piece of action crap. A flick that pairs one of them with some rap artist and features a petite Asian piece of crumpet kicking all the stunt-people's @$$es before being bedded and/or killed by the star.

But if you want to see film, see Hero! The martial arts scenes were more of the MA/Fantasy line (Zu Warriors, for instance) -- that is not a complaint. The first fight was the rematch that I, and legions of kung-fu movie fans, waited almost ten years to see: Jet Li vs. Donnie Yen (see Once Upon a Time in China II). Poor Donnie, he's now 0 for 2. The odd part was that after his fight, you don't see him at all for the rest of the film. To me, that says one of two things: Either Donnie was pissed off after having to lose to Jet again and boycotted the rest of the film OR somehow in his (reportedly) massive ego, he convinced himself that appearing even in flashbacks would "diminish his character" or somesuch BS. (These I say before doing one iota of research into this fact -- which I really don't intend to do.)

It's bad of me to say, because I really do dig Donnie Yen.
More pieces from my childhood gone. From the NY Times:
Laura Branigan, 47, Pop Singer, Is Dead

By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS

Published: August 30, 2004

Laura Branigan, a singer whose high-volume vocals in the disco song "Gloria" propelled her into pop stardom, died in her sleep on Thursday night at her home in East Quogue, N.Y. She was 47.
Not really. But, we're back. E and I arrived in A-Town 2 am Monday morning. Actually, it was more like 1:45 am, but neither of us had a key. Don't ask. Suffice it to say the return trip was an object lesson on exactly why I hate long road trips. From now on, anything in excess of 6 hours means we're flying!

The following backdated posts will describe the torture our eventful trip which really wasn't all that bad. You can actually read these posts in order from this point up until the previous day.
POST ONE

After my blog entry for that day, we decided to have a quick game of Scrabble with MOMMA_E. It's been two years in a row now (so I guess it's tradition) that a visit to MOMMA_E's means Scrabble and Yahtzee! This year, I was the Yahtzee champ, winning every game we played. E won a Scrabble game, and I won the next one. Which was surprising because I seem to remember last year that MOMMA_E whipped both of us.

After that, we went and packed ourselves the rest of the food that E's mom got for us. We were determined to spend as little as possible on the trip back (except for coffee -- gotta have my coffee!). After packing everything, including some gently used appliances, and a quick stop at Dunkin' Donuts, we rode off. Elmira to Erie, PA was pretty uneventful. Then the fit hit the shan, or would've if we would have stayed on the road.
POST TWO

We knew before we left that the car needed an alignment. What we didn't realize was how badly the remaining tire, that we didn't replace over the course of last year, was worn out. Over the last month or so, there was a slight vibration while driving that would come and go. Also, the car would cut to right. These problems got slightly worse on the trip to NY and got noticeably worse on the trip back to the point where E insisted we pull over. We just so happened to be in Erie, PA and I got off at the Mercyhurst College exit where my sis went to school. We stopped and inspected the tire to find the passenger front tire bald in one side and a spot where the tube was starting to push through the tire wall on the other. The service station attendants informed us that the only place nearby to get a tire replaced was the local Wally World.

You have to understand that E hates Wal-Mart and everything it stands for. I hate it too, but I don't feel my soul energy being slowly depleted with every second I spend in that place as she does. I don't feel as if I'm generating negative karma for myself by being there. So, she was not happy when informed that it would be a 1 1/2 - 2 hour wait for the tire to be replaced.

We walked around, laughed at some people, browsed through stuff and ended up in Wally World's food cafe. That's when E made the fatal compromise -- not only did she have to spend time there, she had to get something to eat there, too. She hates the idea of fast food, anyway. Couple that with her hatred of Wal Mart, and you have one pissed off E.

That's when I made the joke about E being Persephone in Hades. Now, she's eaten the food and her soul will be forever trapped there! Hey, it made her laugh. I have to say she's probably the only woman I've ever dated who'd even get that reference.
POST THREE

Maybe I shouldn't have made that joke, because it was three and a half hours later before we hit the road again. At this point, I should mention that because I put in for my vacation time somewhat suddenly, I wasn't due to receive my vacation pay until this week. Normally, I would've received it last week which was when I actually did receive it. Lucky for us, because without it, we would've been screwed.

While we were waiting, we went shopping for a few items: some bath items, an 82 cent Hot Wheels car that E wanted, as well as new wiper blades. All these we held onto while we were walking about the store. We got sick of that, so we decided to pop a squat in the waiting area of the auto part of Wally World. She and I made no secret about our disgust and sarcasm about the service. We were -- well, I was -- pretty loud, too.

Eventually, I channeled my bitterness to making comments about random passers-by and the TV infomercial that was on hocking an 8 CD set of 60s and 70s soft-pop music. There was no end to the double entendre you could insert in those songs, especially when you're tired and stressed past the point of giving a $hit about keeping even a modicum of social decorum.

Finally, the tires get changed and we get the f**k out of there as fast as we could. Actually, what we did was change the wiper blades ourselves and left the old blades sitting out there somewhere. I wanted to leave all our trash out there, but E wouldn't have it. Oh well.
POST FOUR
(If E reads this: E - this is NOT criticism or frustration or poking fun at your expense. It's just me relating the story. Please, don't hurt me! Pleeeeeeeeze...?)

So we hit the road. E finds a short cut, which by all logic should have been a short cut -- from Cleveland to Athens via Marietta rather than Columbus. The problem was not E's map reading skills. It wasn't even her unclear map. It was our foolishness about not consulting the Oracle of Mapquest at all during our trip.

The timing didn't make sense, either. We left Erie, PA around 8 pm. That should've put us in Cleveland around 9:30 pm, which it did. Going through Columbus takes about 2 and a half hours (midnight), and Athens is 1.5 hours from there (1:30 am). Now, you would think going down the southeastern border of the state would be quicker than going through the center of it, right?

Wrong. Of course, (a) getting jammed by construction and rain going to Marietta, (b) getting lost, unable to find the route we were looking for, and (d) pulling over only to find from a trucker that the route we wanted would've been the suckiest route to take didn't help.

And, the funny part was that even taking all of that into account, the math still didn't seem to work out right for our shortcut taking less time, at least in my mind.
POST FIVE
(The same rules as Post Four apply -- please don't hurt me, E!)

We get home around 1:45 am to find that neither of us had keys. E had loaned hers out to a neighbor who agreed to look in on our fish during the times I was away at work. This neighbor went on vacation a few days before E returned. She lost my phone number and thus left me a note, sans key, the day before she left. When E returned we had one key remaining, mine, which we gave to one of her classmates, let's call her RED, to watch the fish.

Somehow, it wasn't clear to either of them to have our keys back in the agreed-upon place for our return. The sad part was, earlier in the day as we were dealing with the tire, RED called us to see when we were coming back. I spoke to her and told her where we were, and although I should've confirmed it, it simply didn't occur to me to mention getting our key back.

Needless to say E and I were kicking ourselves at 1:45 am, and were moments away from kicking each other at that point. Fortunately, our neighbor was back and was kind enough to be roused from her sleep to give us our key. At 2 am, I finally crawled into bed, no shower, no food, no nothing.

Damn, it makes me tired just to think about it.

And now we're back, getting settled in and re-combobulated.

Now, do you see why I hate road trips? I should clarify. I hate road trips where I have to give one iota of consideration to the travelling logistics. Put me in a situation where none of that is my problem, and I'll do fine. But, in my life, I've never been on a road trip where something of this magnitude didn't go wrong. Oh well, what can you do?

Saturday, August 28, 2004

That's what it's going to be very shortly as E and I are close to leaving for A-Town. This time, we're going to take the normal route instead of the scenic one.

I got most of the pictures I wanted yesterday. E talked me out of posing with my foot on Mark Twain's headstone and dancing on the grave for fear of being haunted. Me, I figured what cooler person to be haunted by than Mark Twain? What's the worst he could do? I'd read modern books to him and get his opinion based on how bad he'd Poltergeist the room up. In any case, I got some shots of the grave marker (which is a very simple one) and me crouching behind it.

Ok, I'm about done. To paraphrase Master Khan from Kung Fu -- Time for us to leave.

Friday, August 27, 2004

Tonight, after a nice dinner out with E and her mother (gourmet pizza, wings and Lambrusco), I got to see a bunch of old pictures. Some were from as far back as the early '60s. I slipped in a few joking comments. Two relatives in matching suits, glasses and buzz cuts seemed to me to be "the only two white members of the Nation of Islam." Two more relatives, husband and wife, in white Salvation Army uniforms caused me to utter "Next stop: Puerto Vallarta." Bad, I know, but E laughed, too.

The best part was watching E sift through these old pictures, and with no prompting from me whatsoever - heck, despite my resistance - she went and tore up any picture she came across with an old boyfriend in it. Now, in my weak moments, I'm as much of a jealous psycho as anyone. In my stronger ones, I can tolerate the boy's presence. I can even pretend to like him. But even in my weak ones, I would never demand she not be his friend anymore or suggest that maybe she tear up his pictures. But that's exactly what she did.

Of course, maybe I'm being just a bit smug. After all, from all accounts I guess I'm being more well-received by E's friends and family than this old boyfriend ever was. I'm either being humble or selling myself short, but IMO, it's less to do with me than this boy's personality. But that's just my opinion. I could be wrong.

Thursday, August 26, 2004

As I said, we spent some time in Ithaca today. I shelled out a few bucks for a disposeable camera and took a few shots of the area known as The Commons. The Commons are everything uptown Athens wishes it could be. Why do E and I like The Commons? As the upcoming pictures will show, three of the coolest places we encountered - a Korean restaurant, a real honest-to-goodness barber shop that E said gave me the best haircut she's ever seen on me, and a real cybercafe (with good coffee, but not quite as good as the shop in A-Town) - are all within spitting distance of each other.

Now that I sit here and think about it, I can't think of a single friend between E and myself that wouldn't enjoy a visit there. Well, once we've established a beachhead, I'm sure people will be more than welcome!
I can't believe I failed to mention the fact that yesterday, in the span of about 45 minutes, give or take a few, E and her mother picked out and purchased a wedding dress!

She wanted to show me the dress along with some pearls that she bought on her trip to China. I refused to see either until the wedding day (which should be about this time next year if we have our way). Hey, I'm a stickler for some things, what can I tell you?
E and I are in the public library in Ithaca scouting the place out for living and job possibilities. Our professional and educational plans might need a little tweaking, but we're both in agreement -- this is where we want to live. Once I take the pictures I want to take, get them developed and post them, you'll see why.

Other pictures I want to take...
  • More pics of some of the more interesting Ithaca sites.
  • Some of the goth looking angel statues in the cemetary containing Mark Twain's grave.
  • Mark Twain's grave.
  • Me on Mark Twain's grave (either with a foot on the headstone or just dancing about. Why? Because I can).
  • The entrance sign to Elmira, NY that tries to link the two things it's famous for: Mark Twain's grave and gliders. Sign no longer exists.
  • Pictures that describe the joke told by E's Very Italian Aunt (I can't just type it out).
Hey, sometimes the arcane science of psychological testing is really more of an art.


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either way you seem to make the guys swoon and
the girls jealous and girls think of you as a
"slut" or "bitch". Again,
you're beautiful, they're not...right?


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I didn't get a chance on the last post to mention that it, like this, posted at Elmira, NY on MOMMA_E's computer. Ah, the joys of dial-up.

Today, I met E's spunky 82-year-old, very Italian aunt. "How Italian is she?" you ask. Well, among the various jokes and stories she told between mouthfuls of Italian sausage and peppers, salad and wine, I heard the following names multiple times in every story: Joey, Pauline, Angelo, Mario (MAIR-ee-oh), Don somebody, two Catholic parishes, no less than three Father Somebodies, and "the Pollacks." She didn't bring out all the alcohol like I was warned she might, but she offered. "Oh, I got wine, don't worry about that." E tells me her aunt probably does drink too much. She denies it, but then proceeded to relate four drinking stories, two of which ended with her passed out.

But God love the woman. She's the best mix of sweetness, kindness and brashness from an elderly Catholic Italian woman the likes of which I haven't seen since I left Cleveland years ago.

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Another possibility, sent by DATU_B:

Tuesday, August 24, 2004

Not quite as long as say, Moses in the desert, but almost. We're due to leave the FIVE-Os' house shortly. No entries for at least 8 hours.

So I leave you with a story of the FIVE-Oes' kids, K-1 (boy, 4) and K-2 (girl, 2). E, I and Mrs. FIVE-O went to play at the fountains at the Columbus mall infamous for being little more than the local rich man's playground. Little kids love playing in that thing. Anyway, during one run, K-2 did the whole slip and fall thing, as little kids are wont to do. Luckily, she didn't hit her head or anything... just landed square on her rear end. You could hear and see the horrified gasps from the surrounding parents. K-1, the dutiful brother asked, "Does it hurt?" K-2, whose face went from almost-crying to smiles in .4 seconds just shook her head and kept on playing.

Say it with me: "Awwwwwwwww..."

Monday, August 23, 2004

Aug. 22, 2004, 12:56AM

Valiant Ali goes down fighting

Despite crowd in his corner, Iraqi eliminated

Associated Press

ATHENS, GREECE - Najah Ali lost his light flyweight bout to Armenia's Aleksan Nalbandyan on Saturday night, ending the improbable run of Iraq's only Olympic boxer after just one victory.

Ali was outpointed 24-11 in the second-round match, but he still provided a dramatic conclusion to his 10-month journey from a job in a Baghdad furniture factory to the bright lights of Athens, where he carried the flag of the reconstituted Iraqi team.
We now return to our regularly scheduled disinterest in the Olympics.
This blog's eventually going to be due for another redesign. How about one of these for a banner and/or title?



or

We're in Columbus now, at the FIVE-Os' house. Luckily, MR_FIVE-O's got Photoshop on his computer, so I managed to crop a few of E's pics from China.

Dig this delicacy... starfish on a stick.

...but interesting nonetheless.
Scream stolen from Norway museum

Armed robbers have stolen the iconic Edvard Munch painting, The Scream, from the Munch Museum in Norway.

Two masked thieves pulled the work and another painting, Madonna, off the wall as stunned visitors watched on Sunday.
In broad daylight, too.
http://news.sina.com.cn/c/2004-08-18/09004062209.shtml

I don't know what this is since the page is in Chinese. I do know that the man in the left is a police officer taking out a kidnapper CYF-style. From BoingBoing.

Sunday, August 22, 2004

E and I are leaving tomorrow, making a quick stop in Columbus to hang with The FIVE-Os for a night before heading up to NY state to see E's momma. I expect blogging to be scarce after Tuesday, but it's not like there will be an utter lack of net.access in NY.

My one blogging goal for this NY trip -- to upload a picture of Mark Twain's grave. He happens to be buried in Elmira, NY as that's where his wife was buried. Last year when E and I were there, we got a nice video shot of it. I just haven't had the time and resources to capture the shot, but this time I'm taking a picture. I dunno, I just think it's a cool thing to have.
E (still sort of tired -- she's sleeping as of this minute) and I had our first official date since she came back. We watched M. Night Shyamalan's The Village. Yes, I figured out the twist relatively early, but I don't credit my incredible powers of deduction. As DATU_B says, M. Night's a one-trick-pony and after three films, people are starting to learn what to look for. Oh, M. Night tried a misdirection, but it was too little, too late.

That isn't to say I didn't like the movie. It's now a close second after Unbreakable. I don't care if it was a "comic book movie." Anyone who can work in a reference to the DC Comics character "The Spectre" deserves a nod. Yeah, I know you probably don't get the reference for the same reason you hated the flick heh.

Saturday, August 21, 2004

This happened in a suburb of Cleveland...
Police: 6 People Beat Up Alleged Peeping Tom

Tue Aug 17, 7:34 PM ET

An alleged peeping Tom is in the intensive care unit after reportedly being assaulted with a tree branch, NewsChannel5 reported.

Officials said Mario Russo, 44, was attacked after he was spotted outside a bedroom window wearing his pants around his ankles and watching a 5-year-old girl who was sleeping outside the Bunkeridge Apartments.
Yeah, yeah... "vigilantism bad." Whatever.
I picked her up at the airport, having arrived 5 minutes before her plane arrived, on schedule, no less. There were hugs and pictures, a quick breakfast at Bob Evan's and then she was passed out on the drive home. We arrive home whereupon she slept for another 12 or so hours -- poor kid. I expected it, though.

She brought back lots of pictures and lots of gifts. I got this cool reversible Chinese jacket, blue on one side and red on the other, frog buttons and all. It'll be cool if I ever want to go out on the town with that Donnie Yen "Jin Ke" look from Highlander: Endgame. E took pictures -- maybe I'll post them up here sometime.

Right now, she's posting on her travel blog -- her first self-typed entry. Remember, she had to forward all those entries for me to post because of the mysterious internet restrictions/slowness in the PRC. She'll either post pictures on there or on the space on Geocities or somesuch.

I'm just glad to have my baby back!

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Who says these things aren't accurate?

Possibly. But I guess N. Korea's boxers can't be all that great, either.
Iraqi Boxer Najah Ali Wins His First Bout at Athens Olympics

Aug. 19 (Bloomberg) -- Iraqi boxer Najah Ali won his opening bout at the Athens Olympics yesterday, beating North Korea's Hyok Ju Kwak to justify his American coach's decision to bring him from wartorn Baghdad to Athens.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

(BMW = bi+ch, moan and whine)

Well, I just had a quick respite before going off to the Diamond Mines. It's not that I mind the work or the amount of hours. It's just that the hours are at inconvenient times this week when I've got stuff to do. I wish I had these hours last week.

"Eye on the prize," that's what I gotta remember. E comes back and I got 9 days off coming, and paid for that week, too. Eye on the prize...

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Our dear friend Ash does not need to be mixed up in this! No no NO!
Today was just very draining for some reason. And, not just for me, either, but for more than a few of my fellow workers at the diamond mines as well. The hour always seemed later than it actually was.

I know myself that I've got a lot to do to prepare not only for E's return, but for the upcoming vacation...

Now, I stopped myself just then because I was going to make a few disparaging comments about said trip which could easily be taken the wrong way unless I first explain that I'm the sort of person who recharges his batteries by quiet time and solitude. My energy is mostly internal. As such, I'm not the sort of person who goes to parties, on vacations, or engages in various and sundry activities to relax. I do these things to have good times and hang out with good people, but as a whole, such things don't relax me. They're good stressors -- but stressors nonetheless. They tend to drain my energy. Solitude helps me replenish it. I don't know why, but that's how I and more than a few people, are hard-wired.

The trip will be just the right thing for E and me. It's time alone and away where we can reconnect as well as spend some time with her mother. We'll hang out, we'll see sites, we'll talk and sing and share and all sorts of neat things and I'm looking forward to every second of it.

But I'll be exhausted as hell afterward.
E will be back from the PRC in a mere 4 days! I wish I had more time to be excited, but they've got me at the diamond mines full time this week. The upside is that I've got Friday and Saturday off and I managed to swindle put in for my vacation time (on short notice) for next week. So, we will get to NY to visit MOMMA_E after all.

The time apart has definitely been a learning experience for the both of us. We've both learned, or rather re-learned some things about ourselves. Now, the trick will be to see what we can put into practice, especially since we get readjusted to being up in each other's grills, so to speak. I saw this quote by Merrill Markoe (whoever he is) in my planner last week:
It's like magic. When you live by yourself, all your annoying habits are gone!
Hopefully that's not entirely true. I would definitely like to keep some of my recently-extinguished bad habits gone after E comes back home.
Iraqi boxer, at last, has fighting chance in Olympics

By Vicki Michaelis, USA TODAY
Finally, something that caught, and might even keep, my attention about the Olympics.
This headline doesn't seem slanted, does it?

I can see it now. "Uh oh... look out for that Filipino. He looks hungry!"

Monday, August 16, 2004

If there's anyone in the world right now who's got to hate Keith Richards, it's gotta be Charlie.

Saturday, August 14, 2004

I told you people these things come in bunches.
Memories of Julia Child

from Weekend Edition - Saturday, Saturday , August 14, 2004
Noting the passing of Julia Child, NPR's Scott Simon reflects on the impact of a remarkable personality on American culinary tastes.
I was listening to it this morning. It's really nice.

Thursday, August 12, 2004

Sorry about the uncensored cussing, but hey, it's not my graphic.

Angry Drunk
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Since I'm pretty much in favor of George Carlin's theory on passive eugenics (i.e. too much "safety" stuff for kids like bike helmets and mulch padding underneath plastic playground equipment, is stopping nature from weeding out the unfit), stuff like this always catches my eye...
Evolution, Mutation May Occur Faster than Thought

All Things Considered audio

Aug. 4, 2004

Cancer and evolution both occur when genetic material changes randomly in ways that may be good or bad. A study in Nature magazine this week shows that these changes build up at a much quicker rate than anyone thought. The observation was made in tiny worms, but could revolutionize thinking about all living organisms. NPR's Joe Palca reports.
It's especially interesting in a general sense because a couple of days after I heard this, I happened to be at the local coffee shop listening to what I describe as a "militant evolutionist." To me, a "militant" anything is someone who's so overzealous about their point of view that they don't even bother to examine their point of view. Case in point, I heard this person vehemently defend evolution as a fact, not a theory. "No, no it's not a 'theory' of evolution... it's a fact!" Sorry, Charlie. Even e=mc2 is a theory, and one that Stephen Hawking continues to pick at.

I could've argued, but if one of his cronies couldn't break through his logic, I sure wouldn't have been able to.
DATU_B left these comments on my last post. I felt they were worthy of reply.
Sorry about this. I thought that this was silly, not anything to get upset about, but my other friends thought this was in poor taste of me to send it along.
I had already heard about this sad situation, so the shock had already passed. But, I understand the feelings of "poor taste," shock, and revulsion to having this story appear in your email box. Being Filipino, I was naturally interested in this story. I can see why others would not be. Also being Filipino, it's always rather difficult to see cultural stereotypes perpetuated in the media and helped along by people willing to fan the flames, so to speak, for their own amusement... Naaaaaahhh.... I'm just kidding.

For pete's sake, we were the people that The Man had to invent the Colt .45 for because the G.I. Joes of the day couldn't put us down fast enough before we got to them and sliced their heads off with bolos. Seeing one of us dressed in white clothes with a white turban would've meant that we could be one of the last things you'd see. We're from a land that's like Thunderdome in the tropics with people running amok and juramentado . Take my dad -- 75 years old with no martial arts training whatsoever. But back in the day, when he was like 50 or so, he'd get pissed off at someone, swear in Tagalog and quickly scan his environment looking for something to wield or throw (before my mother would stop him). We've fought Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, Americans and even each other!

So, what it means is don't screw with us. Not only can the more martially skilled of us turn you into an after picture from a Ginsu ad, but apparently there are those among us who'll go Hannibal Lector on your @$$, too!

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

My uncle once told me a story about one of the many flights he took back to the Philippines. He recalled one flight in which a fellow Filipino took a boxed rice cooker, wrapped and secured with twine (a la a balikbayan box) and tried unsuccessfully to stuff it in the overhead compartment.

My uncle turned to my cousin and said, "It's people like that who make us look bad."

No, Unc... it's people like this that make us look bad.

Tuesday, August 10, 2004

A couple of things for my personal reference. Feel free to ignore. Or, do yourself a favor and have a listen to potentially the next CDs I'll buy...

Ingrid Jensen
Jazz Jensen-Style
Female Horn Player Thrives Among Mostly Male Peers
(from Weekend Edition Sunday)

Ingrid Jensen's website

Her group Project O

Nicholas Payton
Nicholas Payton, 'Sonic Trance'
Grammy-Nominated Jazz Trumpeter Embraces Hip-Hop Attitude
(from The Tavis Smiley Show)
It's funny how these things always seem to come in bunches:
Michael Rennie was ill
The Day the Earth Stood Still
But he told us where we stand
And Flash Gordon was there
In silver underwear
Claude Rains was The Invisible Man
Then something went wrong
For Fay Wray and King Kong
They got caught in a celluloid jam

Then at a deadly pace
It Came From Outer Space
And this is how the message ran...

Science Fiction/Double Feature by Richard O'Brien

Monday, August 09, 2004

ONE
Oh, no they didn't...
Ike Turner's Guide to Restoring America's Honor
by Ken McIntyre
TWO
Here's a Morning Edition segment I was listening to today.
Misunderstanding the First Amendment

from Morning Edition, Monday , August 09, 2004
Commentator Mark Bowden, author of Black Hawk Down, says celebrities have a hard time understanding the real meaning behind the First Amendment's Freedom of Speech.
I'm as much of a stickler about freedom of speech as the next guy. Mostly because I'll never forego a chance to take note about The Man keeping us down. But Bowden is right about one thing -- the First Amendment protects us from being killed, jailed, or tortured by the government for what we say, and that's it. The Constitution simply doesn't provide any prohibitions for other entities, no matter how economically, politically, or socially powerful they are.

Chew on that one.

THREE
I've got to start training again. Except, instead of saying, "Oh, maybe I'll get to it tomorrow." I'm saying "I'm sure as heck not going to get to it until tomorrow at the earliest because I'm wiped from the travelling."

FOUR
Next item on the Update Your Personal Knowledge of Webpage Coding agenda: JavaScript. Unless someone else knows how to emulate frames with CSS, because I sure as hell don't want to use frameset tags.

Sunday, August 08, 2004

I'm back. Woohoo.

Well, it's not that bad, really. The fish needed feeding (though they were cared for over the weekend), and besides, it will be nice to enjoy the quiet. I love the FIVE-Os' kids, but at 4 and 2 -- let's just leave it at being nice to enjoy the quiet. The bad part is, though, that missing good friends only compounds missing E. But, even then it's not that bad because she's back in 12 days!
Actually, more of an update to Item One of this post:

It turns out that You WILL be exterrrrrminated!
Yesterday, the whole lot of us went to the State Fair. Two of our friends are in the process of moving to Arizona, that is they just stopped here on the way. And, they had never been. Ah, fairs -- greasy food, scary people and animals! Loved every second of it. The FIVE-Os' kids liked it too.

We went in two carloads. Needless to say the parking on the first weekend sucked. We saw spaces in a lot from the freeway (where we sat for a good 20 minutes). We pulled into that lot (which happened to be the Historical Society where E used to work) and were told by the parking attendant that we were going to be routed through the lot, directed to park somewhere a good distance away. The consensus was "screw that." What our driver decided to do was wait until we were far enough from the State Trooper Cadets and just pull into a space. Problem one solved. Problem two was getting tickets to stick on the windshield which was solved by asking some departing people for theirs. "Now, why should they give you their ticket when they paid and you didn't?" Well, they became sympathetic when they found out what "The Man" wanted to do.

MR. FIVE-O and I went through the flea market stuff. He got a deal on an item. I myself was poring through the collectibles. Found some stuff I wanted, but not at the prices I wanted. Heck, I didn't have much cash anyway.

In one of the main buildings, I got a shock. There was an exhibit for Hubei Province in China. On one of the display boards were pictures of Wuhan University, Yellow Crane Tower, East Lake, and a couple of other places E sent photos from. It wigged me out for a moment. I bought myself a hat to snap myself out of it. While I was there, a woman from Cincinnati started randomly speaking to me in Chinese. She asked me a question to which I replied, "Ummm... no?" We laughed and the two of us got to talking along with the person who sold me the hat. I told them about E and what she was doing there, and about the pictures of places where she was. The Cincinnati lady told me that she's spent several summers teaching English there, just like E, in both northern and southern China. Talk about coincidences, eh?

After the Fair, we took the opportunity to beat the system yet again. As bad as it was getting into the lot, getting out of it was 5 times worse. Or, it would've been if we would've followed the flow of traffic. Instead, we cut around and ended up in a merging line about 20 cars ahead of where we were. As if that wasn't bad enough, MR. FIVE-O decided he was too far behind us (3 or 4 cars). So, he cuts through some grass to get in front of our carload, which probably pissed off a good amount of people. Not that any of us cared.

Off and on through the night, the subject of "Would an anarchist commune really work?" kept coming up. These incidents were a good example of why it might not -- it wouldn't, so long as people are ready, willing and able to seize the opportunity to abuse the system for their own ends especially when resources (in this case, parking) are scarce. I'm one of those people, too. As I tell E all the time, "I'm scandalous."

Well, I'm about to "hit the road, Jack." Next post should be from A-Town.

Saturday, August 07, 2004

Relaxation is when you can sleep for 6 hours and feel refreshed because you were doing fun stuff the night before. Well, it was generally fun except for reading about Rick James. I'm still at MR. & MRS. FIVE-O's mooching off the net.access as the people who wander in here often do. I wasn't their only guest this weekend -- again, not unusual. Anyway, I might head back to A-Town today... maybe not. Who knows? Gotta be back by Sunday morning, though. Oh, well.

Met a new person, another one in the "friend of a friend" catagory. Once again, I get a chance to pull the Joke the Never Gets Old. We were discussing that E is in China.
HER: She's teaching in China? You don't look like you're from China.
ME: No, I'm from Cleveland, actually.
MR. FIVE-O: [Laughter]
I'll take the opening for that joke anywhere I can except from foreigners and fellow Asians. I like confusing The Man, The Woman in this case.
I neglected to say anything about Tyson getting his @$$ whupped. What else is there to say, except BWAH-HAHAHAHAHA. Congrats, Danny Willams. You smacked down Tyson and kept both your ears!

(Oh, the "other" Michael was meant to be American Ninja-boy, not Michael Jackson.)
R.I.P. Rick James

This is some sad stuff to be reading about at 4:30 in the morning.

Thursday, August 05, 2004

Oh, hell yeah...

rogersmith
Which adult swim character are you?

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I personally think this is hilarious, especially given the level of Prof. James -- but is this really any better than Mikey the Ninja?

From a message on the Defend.net forums.
Professor David James of Vee Arnis with a drawn blade to a skilled grappler at a summit.....
"Grapple me damnit! Grapple me! Where is Your grappling?!!!"
Hey, he was probably trying to make a serious point.
I just can't stop tinkering...

For now, the music and book stuff are coming off the blog template. I'll put these you-know-where (maybe).

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

This is why "martial arts movie stars" give the rest of us a bad rap. In concerns American Ninja Michael Dudikoff training with Rigan Machado.
Sure, it looks sort of the same, but this page is now totally table-free and trimmed down to as few CSS elements as I could get away with. The tag-board is gone, as well as the sidebar links -- they're all in self-restraint now. The blog looks a bit more like it, too, doesn't it?

I'm outta here.

PS Would you believe that this is the 601st post?
textfiles.com
Remember all those text files that you used to access by dialing up to your BBS? Or the ones that you'd get rooting around peoples' FTP directories, usually the /pub/ directory?

I actually found files that I recognized from back on the day. I might even still have some of these files. Here's one on lockpicking, complete with ASCII diagrams! They've also got four versions of Purity Tests - the 100, 400 (Version 3.5A), 500 (Version 4.0), 1500, and the Final Release(Version 5.2).

They're almost all there -- recipes for explosives, ASCII art, old zines, and "How to Rip Off an ATM." I'm gonna go root around my old floppies and see if I can't send some old files in.

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Well, I finally updated the self-restraint pages. They look almost the same format-wise. In fact, they look a little closer to the blog here. It was an excuse for me to play around some more with CSS -- the site has its own style sheet now, rather than just style elements on every page. It really cleaned up the messy code and made the files a bit smaller, too.

Now, to clean up the code on the blog here. Go ahead and check out the source code -- it's a jumble of stuff that'd make MacGuyver proud.
I can't give the specific reason. Too personal. But, take my word for it! Still, I wonder if I'll even get a chance to... well, nevermind :).

Monday, August 02, 2004

Undead -- definitely the right way to describe the state of my computer.

The fact that you're seeing those pictures means that my laptop hasn't completely died. It takes quite a bit of resuscitation, but it worked long enough today for me to edit the 2MB pictures and post them here and on E's China blog. Now, all that's left is to move some important data files to where they'll be safe, and the comp can crap out all it wants.
E sent these along. I figure they're safe to put on as long as I don't ID anyone, right?


The group that E's teaching with.


E's crew.

Some shots of East Lake...





Sunday, August 01, 2004

My Laptop, 1998-2004, R.I.P. - Well, it's not quite dead, but I haven't worked very hard to try resuscitate it for the past couple of days. I'm pretty much finally ready to write it off. Names, addresses, financial information, old zipped files of journals and pictures -- I can live with those losses. The biggest pain now is not having that easy Irfanview graphics editor I got for free off the internet. The pictures E sent from China hover around 2 MB each, and I know for a fact that not everyone who reads her China blog has broadband. Not to mention having screens that will accomodate 2000+ x 1000+ pixel pics. Sure, I could define the height and width as it loads on the page, but what a pain.

Hangin' Out - With DATU_B and the wife last night after work, we watched The Bourne Identity. I was wrong to have written this movie off when it first came out. Still, Ludlum could've named his spy something else, so as not to confuse him with that other J.B. spy. I haven't seen the sequel yet, but something about the whole franchise will take any surprise away from any potential forthcoming announcement about a third sequel in which Bourne faces Dr. No.

At the same time, it settles the question Who would win in a fight between Matt and Ben? Matt would whip Ben's not-capable-of-committment @$$ all over the place.

Brainstorming - It's fascination with the gruesome -- the kind that makes people rubberneck at the scene of a horrible accident -- that makes me wonder about the REV. SUM YUNG GAI's "blood oath club." Yes, that's his new title that I've granted him. So, here's my brainstorm -- talk the TRENCHCOAT MAFIOSO into joining the club just so that he could tell me what it's like.