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Thursday, April 28, 2005

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Relive horrifying first-hand accounts of surgeries gone awry when surgical tools like scissors and gauze are left inside a patient. Chronic pain and wounds that won't heal cause weeks and even months of suffering before the error is identified and correct [sic].
My New Favorite Website

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I swear, half of the posters I used to drool over at Spencer's as a 12 year old are on this site under "retro-babes." Mmmmm... Yvonne Craig....
To add insult to injury...






American Cities That Best Fit You:



60% Chicago

55% New York City

45% Austin

45% Denver

45% Philadelphia




Bring all your friends, all your kids, and your wife...

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Somehow, I made it though another four-hour workout night. Once again, I sympathize with good old Detective Murtaugh from Lethal Weapon: I'm too old for this sh!+. But, I kept up -- well, with the boxing, anyway. I'm not going to make myself look like a slacker in front of Coach Jones.

I was going to shirk Fight Club, until DATU_B said the magic words: "We're doing knife." One drill in particular was interesting because of a skill that I've been trying to develop lately, namely attacking and reattacking along the same angle. I did shirk the first 30 minutes of line drills however. Oh, I did them, but I'd already been at it for two hours, so I took them kinda easy.

Next, it was back to Korea with TKD style kicks, thanks to GURU_ANGRY McSHRINKY NUTS (formerly the ONE_ARMED BANDIT). This person, I'm sad to say, is developing into exactly the sort of martial artist that gives Mixed Martial Artists a bad name. And, although I have no direct proof, I suspect (as do others, I found out later) that he's having, shall we say, "hormonal assistance" with his body building.

I've mentioned before that GURU_ANGRY is the sort who frequently attends all sorts of seminars and can't wait to pass on what he's learned, usually in the form of demonstrating the moves on people who don't know what the hell he's trying to teach them. But, what else can you expect? GURU_ANGRY doesn't understand half the techniques he's teaching. Hello, why does he think he feels the need to explain the same five techniques week after week? Oh, he can DO them, and in most cases, can do them well. But, let him do a technique against someone like DATU_B who can launch a counter, and you'll see GURU_ANGRY with egg on his face in pretty short order. At least I'm at the point now where B has to take the trouble to work over my pathetic attempts to counter before he sinks a technique in.

If you're not convinced about what a git he (an otherwise OK guy) can be, I'll tell you an unbiased firsthand account of something I witnessed. GURU_ANGRY is continuing his studies in TKD; I see him working out with their club before Boxing Club starts. Incidentally, he's apparently too good to work out in a gi like everyone else (ok, that was less than biased - sue me). After their workout was over, what do I see? I see him taking a fellow student's white belt and tries to show her sarong techniques. Ok, maybe he was trying to get laid. But, you can't tell me he didn't enjoy the look of "whoa" on her face as she fell over with her arm trapped in her own belt. Ok, enough about that.

Afterward, was Cimande. Yes, there are new bruises. Yes, I used the balur and they feel great! Well, not great, but the knots are out. And, DATU_B's right. I do giggle after I wince and curse in pain. I should really start "pre-treating" my limbs as B suggests.

Maybe I'll try to run home before work and put another coating on.

Ha ha, fcukers! Posted by Hello

I got it and didn't pay a penny, all for the live tracks from their concert last year with Earth, Wind & Fire. They did Chicago's "If You Leave Me Now", in the original key, with Philip Bailey singing and EWF's "After the Love is Gone", co-written and, this time, sung by Bill Champlin. They weren't the cleanest performances, but they were good to hear. I'm utterly sick of "concert recordings" overdubbed with studio performances and sweetened up with Pro Tools! And, it's everywhere nowadays - rap and R&B recordings, country, contemporary Christian music, to say nothing about the pap you hear pushed on TRL.

Yes, I stole it, thanks to my trusty torrent downloader. I consider it fair recompense, seeing as I already own every other album that every other song on Love Songs has appeared in... jerks.

And, don't give me that "two wrongs" crap. If only it were two wrongs. "Hard Habit to Break," for example, appears on Chicago 17, Greatest Hits, 1982-1989, The Heart of Chicago, Vol. 1, Chicago XXVI, not to mention the concert videos Live at the Concord (bootleg, but still), ...And the Band Played On, In Concert at the Greek Theatre, and Soundstage. That's eight times. Nine, if you count their double Very Best Of... album from Rhino, which I refused to buy, and TEN for Love Songs. As great a song it is, no one should have to pay for it 10 times over. Wait, I DID pay 10 times over because I eventually had to buy the CD to replace my worn out cassettes. Crap, that's 12 times, because I replaced two of those cassettes with CDs.

So yeah, I stole it. And, seeing as the score is Don: 2, Chicago: 12, I slept like a baby last night! I'll save my pennies for the upcoming Chicago XXX.

Saturday, April 23, 2005


Say it with me: Balur is greatPosted by Hello

They're still tender, but there are no bumps. The redness looks like something I got from rubbing my wrists from OCD rather than Cimande djurus. I didn't bother taking pictures of my radii, because the bruises that appeared yesterday morning were gone by last night.

Coconuts, your days are numbered...
No, no cute title like "Doing the Hustle," or anything like that.

I've finally decided that Stephen Chow is a bonafide genius of a filmmaker. Ok, I haven't seen his previous five, but between this and Shaolin Soccer, I'm just speechless. Kung Fu Hustle is a bit darker than Shaolin Soccer, but that's because some of the themes are a bit more deep.

Plus, how many filmmakers do you know that can seamlessly blend action, drama, comedy, and, yes, spirituality all in the same film? To say nothing about all the little references he puts in his movies to just about everything under the sun: His life, his previous movies, **other movies, and Bruce Lee®.

"How's the kung fu," you ask? I got three words for you: Yuen Wo-Ping. 'Nuff said.

See it now.



**There's a blatant visual reference to a movie that's the last movie you'd expect to be referenced. I, my wife, and one other person in the theater were the only people who got it.

Friday, April 22, 2005

As it turns out, I will not be fighting in the local toughman competition. That's because it's no longer a toughman competition. Only students signed up to participate in the training program being run in lieu of the school's boxing club may participate. Apparently, someone from the state of Ohio caught wind of what's been going on in Athens for the past thirty years, and they started throwing dirty words around like "insurance" and "license" and "unacceptable likelihood of injury."

That's too bad, because I went to their training session last night (and I was invited to continue, which I will), and was able to jump in with little problem. They'll intensify, but last night didn't seem any harder than anything I'd get in Fight Club. My footwork saw an immediate improvement and the line drills actually helped my technique during one of the drills in Fight Club, which I did attend directly after boxing.

Man, it was rough. I was pretty dehydrated and had to get water, literally, every five minutes. Anyway, the drills were mostly panantukan destructions. We did one that was a backfist to a punch coming to our abdomen. It's funny how 30 minutes of catching jabs will help with the coordination, so that I could focus on putting some power behind it. Please, no JKD comments on how I'll never pull that off in a real fight. Empty hand, I'd have trouble. But, with a stick or knife...?

My favorites came later... Cimande! DATU_B decided to go a little harder than usual. "Hey, you've got the magical solution, so I don't wanna hear it!" in reference to the Balur Cimande I received. It wasn't so much that he went harder. He just used the counters more often. Of course, I had to take pre-balur pictures...

cimande fun  more cimande fun

The bruises on the left arm got darker by the minute. Since the application of balur, they've melded into one big bruise, something that usually doesn't happen until a couple of days. The right arm has no visible bruises. That's because it got the most damage. There were bumps and some swelling which B helped to (painfully) massage out. The bruise only appeared in the last hour, but I can tell it's healing well. No bumps or anything. The bruises on the radii of my forearms haven't shown yet, but there's definitely something there.

I wonder how long it's going to be until I can do coconuts? Or go back to my old TKD school and smash cinder blocks as part of my black belt test?

Thursday, April 21, 2005

If this wasn't so cool, I'd accuse it of being racist... ;)


You scored as That Yellow Bastard.




Dwight

70%

That Yellow Bastard

70%

Marv

65%

Manute

60%

Miho

50%

Lucielle

50%

Gail

45%

Nancy

40%

Becky

40%

Shelley

40%

Jackie Boy

30%

Kevin

25%

Hartigan

20%

Goldie

20%

What Sin City Character are You?
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005

My legs are only now recovering from all the langkahs I did last Sunday. Tonight, I've got a training session with my Bando friend (note to self: dig out black t-shirt). And, to make matters worse, I've done my first (three-day late) set for the Texas Kali Challenge. Just me, my sticks, my patio, and a pair of flip-flops. The best way to train when you don't have a partner readily available. The only things missing were cigarettes and some San Miguel beer.

training - filipino style

I did 40 cinco teros repetitions and 25 reps of my 12-angle pattern. It's been particularly revealing, too. I've discovered some issues of mechanics to work out. For instance, a full-power hit to an opponent's left hip followed by a high stab to his right shoulder. Easy enough to work slow but when I try at more than 3/4 power, my technique goes to utter shite.

There's footwork involved, too. I wonder if I could count all the langkah work for that? Anyway, I've got to have some left over for tonight. I've also got two days to catch up on, and I've yet to dare to try working with the one kamagong I have left.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Remember this gem? It's been well over a week, and it's still there on campus.



Now, we've got these on the sidewalks.

liberaltown

Again, this isn't an endorsement, nor is it any sort of critique. Just another example of the joys of owning a portable digital camera.
Live in Athens long enough, and you'll see this person everywhere you look, every. freaking. day.
Passive-Aggresive Vegan Grocery Cashier: A Day in the Life
by Meredith Gray
With all that's going on in the world, this topic hardly seems to be of any importance to the world at large. People are starving and suffering and dying in ways we, that is most people lucky enough to have this thing we call "internet access," couldn't imagine (or want to).

But, plight is plight. And, this is about more than a single man's plight, but the implications about the state of some of the pioneers of an artform. About the state of people who've given as much to their art as people like Bruce Lee ®, Inosanto, Tatang, or Uncle Bill have given to the arts I currently study:
Jazz Musicians, After the Spotlight Fades
by Felix Contreras

All Things Considered, April 18, 2005 · Just as many baby boomers face the prospect of caring for aging parents, the jazz world is faced with caring for a generation of aging musicians like Frank Foster. Now 76, the tenor saxophonist, who played with the Count Basie Orchestra, has suffered a stroke and can no longer perform, leaving him with an uncertain financial future.

Although collectively these jazz greats are revered for being the principal architects of a sound that revolutionized jazz after World War II, many now face low wages, little or no health insurance, and often no royalty payments for the recordings that made history.
I saw Frank Foster head the Basie band twice. I have the CD they were promoting at the time, Live at El Moracco. The man I remember doesn't look like the picture in the article, but I suppose age and a stroke will do that.

Monday, April 18, 2005


My forearms sing with gratitude to Guru Mushtaq. Posted by Hello

I'm off to bed.

More wit and wisdom from the coffee shop men's room chalkboard. Posted by Hello
Top billing on this week's American Nerd.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

It started yesterday, but I figure if DATU_B was doing it, why not? I signed up for the Texas Kali Challenge - 10,000 power angle strikes between yesterday and May 14, 2005!
Anyway, it's official from the BBC.
Tennant to take over the Tardis

Actor David Tennant, star of BBC period drama Casanova, has been officially named the new Doctor Who.

Tennant, 33, will become the 10th Time Lord when filming starts on the new series in Cardiff this summer.

He is taking over from Christopher Eccleston, who announced he was quitting last month after only one series as the Doctor.
Two years older than me, and already a Time Lord. Also official: the announcement of Doctor Who DVDs, which, of course, aren't scheduled for Region 1 (b@$tards!).

This is what I did for part of the day yesterday. Ah, the joys of Torrents. Posted by Hello

Call me a b@$tard, but it's not my fault that I can't watch Doctor Who just because I'm on the wrong continent. Anyway, I saw episode 3, "The Unquiet Dead." Episodes 2 and 4 are on the way. It's too funny just how much writing makes the difference. The SFX are good, but there's better to be found on TV nowadays, especially in the US. And, if you just look at the plotlines - well, they're just about the same as any plotline you find in a Doctor Who episode guide. But, each individual episode is still a gem.
So, picture this. It's my day off from the Diamond Mines, so I sleep in rather late, but finally decide to get out of bed around 11:40 AM. My feet haven't even touched the floor when I heard my phone ring. It's DATU_B who asked me if I was going to the silat/FMA seminar that the Fight Club hosted over the weekend. I forgot about it since I couldn't attend yesterday (the first day), but went along today, throwing myself and my stuff together in twenty minutes. B picked me up; it must've been a sight to see. There I was in sunglasses, black gi pants, and a sleeveless t-shirt standing on the corner with two small black bags and a length of something stuck inside of a case. I was picked up by a black Jeep being driven by a man in a black jacket and black sunglasses. This is why Bando people in this town get a bad rep (even though neither of us study Bando).

Anyway, soreness aside, I'm glad I went. The seminar was conducted, as I understand it, by two former Fight Club officers who've went on to study Mande Muda and Minangkabau Harimau silat as well as gain instructorships (well, one of them) in B's old kali system.

Most of what I learned (big surprise) has left, although I find myself still remembering the principles of what I've learned. It's easy when I've discovered, yet again, similarities between silat movements and those of my old kungfu. From the silat, I think we went over three lankahs, applications, and some empty hand knife-tapping type stuff. The FMA stuff, some of which I captured on digital video, was what I was the most interested in. I learned an invaluable knife drill as well as, for the first time, worked with pieces parts of a sayaw and their applications.

Between all that stuff, and those clips of Tatang, Ybañez, and Sanchez, my brain's about to explode. I've been watching Tatang do cadena real over and over and over again.

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Last night, I came across some video clips (do your own hunting ;)) featuring Masters Ybañez, Sanchez (both Lightning Scientific people) and GM Tatang. Tatang was in his mid-to-late 80s at the time, and apparently suffered a stroke a few days before the video was shot. You wouldn't know it by the way he moved, not when he was using and fending off live blades.

Their demonstrations of the Cinco Teros techniques, armed and empty-handed, really gave me pause. Now, I've finally seen a demonstration of how the timing, footwork, and body torque of the weapons techniques translates into the empty-hand ones.

I've got a feeling I'm going to be burning a hole in my hard drive studying these videos for the next week.

Oh, and I've got an appointment next Wednesday at a local Bando gym training some boxing with my friend from the Diamond Mines that I've mentioned who's only one generation away from Doc himself, who he takes fishing now and again. I'd love to meet him, but I'm scared to death. Our paths have crossed once, and it was enough to make my life think about the possibility of flashing before my eyes ;). By the time I'd see the kukri, it would've already passed through my stomach heh.

Friday, April 15, 2005


Oh, what Mark Wiley wouldn't have given for this technology about a decade or so ago. Posted by Hello

Did I mention that the new camera also takes video? I can't help it, I'm a slow learner, my mental "information chunking" has always been sort of low, and I like to practice outside of workouts without being frustrated by gaps in my knowledge.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

My latest American Nerd piece will run next Monday, per an email I got from the editor. He liked it that much and apparently, the subject matter dovetails with the subject of another piece to be published that day.

As Napoleon would say, "Sweeeeet!"
More wit and wisdom from the chalkboard in the men's restroom of the coffee shop I frequent.

it wasnt me
Not Even Cold

notevencold It's been barely a week, and already we have this? I expect this out of blogs, but Life? I suppose if anyone rates glossies devoted to your life written, published, and distributed mere days after your death, it's JPII. Still, I don't know whether or not to be appalled. What exactly are these meant to be? Keepsakes? "Where were you when the Pope died?" memorabilia?

Another Cause of Domestic Strife - Since I can't really discuss this at home (E - just kidding!!!), I bring it here...
Florida Law Expands Right to Kill in Self-Defense
Tue Apr 5, 2005 01:25 PM ET

By Michael Peltier

TALLAHASSEE, Fla. (Reuters) - People in Florida will be allowed to kill in self-defense on the street without trying to flee under a new law passed by state politicians on Tuesday that critics say will bring a Wild West mentality and innocent deaths.

The Florida House of Representatives, citing the need to allow people to "stand their ground," voted 94-20 to codify and expand court rulings that already allow people to use deadly force to protect themselves in their homes without first trying to escape.

The new bill goes further by allowing citizens to use deadly force in a public place if they have a reasonable belief they are in danger of death or great bodily harm. It applies to all means of force that may result in death, although the legislative debate focused on guns.
I'm sorry, I support it. I don't advocate a "Wild West" mentality nor (jokes aside) do I really buy the whole "pre-emptive strike" mentality. I only know this. If I were going to attack someone with the intent to take something from them (their money, their life, whatever), they wouldn't be necessarily be safe while they turned and ran. Especially if I had any object I could turn into a projectile. Therefore, I consider myself to be stupid if I thought that if all methods of avoidance and deescalation failed, I'd be safe while my back was turned.
Yessssssssssss!

Napoleon
You are Napoleon Dyanamite and a buttload of gangs
are trying to recruit you.


Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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Wednesday, April 13, 2005

I'm pulling a Warren Ellis tonight, hanging out at the pub with my laptop, scribbling things down.

Got some emails today, telling me...
  • Piece submitted to Barnstorming - Rejected
  • Piece submitted to American Nerd - Accepted and will appear some Monday before the end of the month.

Monday, April 11, 2005

mess_01 mess_02

Ah, the joys of spring cleaning.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

The Acerbic Wit of Comic Commentator Lewis Black

Fresh Air from WHYY, April 7, 2005
Do I really need to copy and paste the synopsis?

Saturday, April 09, 2005

That the whole "fairy tale to McSweeney's" thing had already been done by Stephany Aulenback, not once, not twice, not thrice, but four times, at least that I could find?
Ha! I just kill me. Anyway, E and I watched Frank Miller's Sin City last night. I wonder just what I was thinking bringing my pacifist, Buddhist wife to watch it with me. Hers isn't a world that can accept even characterizations of brutal and depraved male anti-heroes. Or of brutal and depraved women whose only escape from exploitation and brutality is to harness their exploitation and become as brutal and depraved as the men around them. To her, it's not a world to be portrayed in graphic novels, let alone the silver screen, even if it just the worst part of a single city.

A frame-by-frame, faithful retelling of one of the most influential comic books in recent decades? Yes. A victory for artists against big corporate interests who would strip-mine (and often water down) an intellectual property in order to make the most bucks possible rather than respect its integrity? Probably. An excuse for the things that are objectionable because:
  • ...it's just a comic book?
  • ...it's a masterpiece in the tradition of film noir?
  • ...it's a testament to the work that so much A-list talent were willing to work on the project?
  • ...it's a gritty and unforgiving look at the darkness within the human soul and how sometimes you need to use it in order to fight it?

Before you answer, let's take another look at those bullet points translated in the "Common tongue" of some supporters.

  • "Ooh, Frank-freakin'-Miller and Robert Rodriguez! Ain't gonna be no nipples-on-the-batsuits here!"
  • "They were SOO faithful to the characters and style of the graphic novels! What else could possibly matter? God, it was like Marv was lifted from the comic right onto the screen!"
  • "See? If Bruce Willis and Benicio del Toro are into this stuff, then I must be as cool as they are!"
  • "Sure, most of the women were whores, but, would you mess with any of them? And, sure, Dwight did hit Gail, who kissed him. But, he did ask her nice to get that uzi out of his face... twice!"

And, maybe that's the problem. Stop at those levels, and it's easy to love this movie. I did. It IS a masterpiece. This movie is the new standard according to which every future comic book movie will be judged.

But, is that a good thing?
This is the joy that's to be had being able to carry a digital camera and a laptop within an area with wireless internet.

stop in the name of love

The above photo does not necessarily represent the views of this blogger. It does, but you shouldn't make that assumption ;).
I caved in and set up a LiveJournal blog - instant gratification lite just so that I'd have an account to read anyone's "friends only" blogs, provided of course I'm listed. I'm a voyeur. Must've been brought on by the camera. Click if you must, but there's nothing there.

Screw RSSReader -- I get the same stuff, no muss, no fuss with my Yahoo! account.

Speaking of which, for those into such things, you can read this blog through an Atom feed.

Friday, April 08, 2005

New pictures on the Flickr. Aside from the post below, nothing too special :).

Submitted three rather twisted fairy tales for McSweeney's consideration. We'll see what happens.

Got an unexpected two days off from the Diamond Mines. Not sure what I'm going to do with them yet.

Going to see Sin City in about 45 minutes. I'll let all of you know how it goes.
Ha ha -- now, DATU_B will never run for office and expect any endorsement from the "We never gave Prohibition a real chance" PAC!

mi Casa es su Casa

AND, I've got video that, taken out of context, edited out of sequence, and spliced together just right would make Ike Turner blush. :D

Thursday, April 07, 2005

I wish I could say it's married life that's kept me from blogging, but alas, it isn't so. Although I will say that I've noticed a propensity to not be gone for 12 uninterrupted hours between work and keeping up with things online, especially with my wife currently down for the count with flu-like symptoms.

That didn't prevent me, however, from spending time with DATU_B and his wife at the $2.00 marguarita/open stage last night. If nothing else, it got me some nice pictures and video clips for showing E what she missed out on as well as for potential blackmail material. I loves me my new camera!

I've got down two-thirds of a particularly twisted piece I'm preparing for McSweeney's and managed a successful pitch for another article for American Nerd. I've got a couple of other things done, but I'm not 100% sure where to send them. Maybe here?

Training has stalled a bit, as schedules and other factors haven't jelled. That hasn't stopped me from working boxing combos whenever I've had the chance and paying particular attention to "male triangle" footwork patterns. B and I hung out and did some stick stuff the other day, but my head wasn't in it as I was fresh out from the Diamond Mines.

I'll leave you all with this -- one of many perpesctives on effective training methods.
It's been an open secret forever, but no reader of f-ed up bizarre stories can be fulfilled without a look at an unedited-for-children Brothers Grimm tale.
The Three Apprentices by the Brothers Grimm

There were once three apprentices, who had agreed to keep always together while traveling, and always to work in the same town. At one time, however, their masters had no more work to give them, so that at last they were in rags, and had nothing to live on. Then one of them said, what shall we do. We cannot stay here any longer, we will travel once more, and if we do not find any work in the town we go to, we will arrange with the innkeeper there, that we are to write and tell him where we are staying, so that we can always have news of each other, and then we will separate. And that seemed best to the others also.

They went forth, and met on the way a richly-dressed man who asked who they were. We are apprentices looking for work. Up to this time we have kept together, but if we cannot find anything to do we are going to separate. There is no need for that, said the man, if you will do what I tell you, you shall not want for gold or for work. Nay, you shall become great lords, and drive in your carriages. One of them said, if our souls and salvation be not endangered, we will certainly do it. They will not, replied the man, I have no claim on you. One of the others, however, had looked at his feet, and when he saw a horse's foot and a man's foot, he did not want to have anything to do with him. Then the devil said, be easy, I have no designs on you, but on another soul, which is half my own already, and whose measure shall but run full. As they were now secure, they consented, and the devil told them what he wanted. The first was to answer, all three of us, to every question. The second was to say, for money, and the third, and quite right too. They were always to say this, one after the other, but they were not to say one word more, and if they disobeyed this order, all their money would disappear at once, but so long as they observed it, their pockets would always be full.

As a beginning, he at once gave them as much as they could carry, and told them to go to such and such an inn when they got to the town. They went to it, and the innkeeper came to meet them, and asked if they wished for anything to eat. The first replied, all three of us. Yes, said the host, that is what I mean. The second said, for money. Of course, said the host. The third said, and quite right too. Certainly it is right, said the host. Good meat and drink were now brought to them, and they were well waited on. After the dinner came the payment, and the innkeeper gave the bill to the one who said, all three of us, the second said, for money, and the third, and quite right too. Indeed it is right, said the host, all three pay, and without money I can give nothing. They, however, paid even more than he had asked. The lodgers, who were looking on, said, these people must be mad. Yes, indeed they are, said the host, they are not very wise. So they stayed some time in the inn, and said nothing else but, all three of us, for money, and and quite right too. But they saw and knew all that was going on.

It so happened that a great merchant came with a large sum of money, and said, sir host, take care of my money for me, here are three crazy apprentices who might steal it from me. The host did as he was asked. As he was carrying the trunk into his room, he felt that it was heavy with gold. Thereupon he gave the three apprentices a
lodging below, but the merchant received a separate apartment upstairs. When it was midnight, and the host thought that all were asleep, he came with his wife, and they had an axe and struck the rich merchant dead. And after they had murdered him they went to bed again. When it was day there was a great outcry. The merchant lay dead in bed bathed in blood. All the guests came running out, but the host said, the three crazy apprentices have done this. The lodgers confirmed it, and said, it can have been no one else. The innkeeper, however, had them called, and said to them, have you killed the merchant. All three of us, said the first. For money, said the second. And the third added, and quite right too. There now, you hear, said the host, they confess it themselves. They were taken to prison, therefore, and were to be tried. When they saw that things were going so seriously, they were after all afraid, but at night the devil came and said, bear it just one day longer, and do not spurn your luck, not one hair of your head shall be hurt.

The next morning they were led to the bar, and the judge said, are you the murderers. All three of us. Why did you kill the merchant. For money. You wicked wretches, you have no horror of your sins. And quite right too. They have confessed, and are still stubborn, said the judge, lead them to death instantly. So they were taken out, and the host had to go with them into the circle. When they were taken hold of by the executioner's men, and were just going to be led up to the scaffold where the hangman was standing with naked sword, a coach drawn by four chestnut horses came up suddenly, driving so fast that fire flashed from the stones, and someone made
signs from the window with a white handkerchief. Then said the hangman, it is a pardon coming, and pardon, pardon, was called from the carriage also. Then the devil stepped out as a very noble gentleman, beautifully dressed, and said, you three are innocent. You may now speak, make known what you have seen and heard. Then said the eldest, we did not kill the merchant, the murderer is standing there in the circle, and he pointed to the innkeeper. In proof of this, go into his cellar, where many others whom he has killed are still hanging. Then the judge sent the
executioner's men thither, and they found it was as the apprentices said, and when they had informed the judge of this, he caused the innkeeper to be led up, and his head was cut off. Then said the devil to the three, now I have got the soul which
I wanted to have, and you are free, and have money for the rest of your lives.
You can find the tale here, among other places.
More ignorant comments on marriage from various people.

"Well, how's the wife abusing you today?" (Asked, coincidentally, while out running an errand for the wife.)

"How's married life? Need any help?"
I bit. "Need any help? I've only been married two weeks."
"That's why I asked."

"So -- made any contributions to the hope chest?"
I am a d6

Take the quiz at dicepool.com


You are a good old-fashioned six-sided cube, otherwise known as a d6. Others know you to be plain, predictable, conservative, average, ordinary, and downright boring. You prefer to describe yourself as dependable, honest, practical and trustworthy. People usually know what to expect from you, since you rarely hold any surprises. You hate to make decisions, and if forced to decide, you'll always fall back on how it was done in the past. You always order the same thing at your favorite restaurant, and your jokes, while funny, are never too offensive. It seems that you are well liked, but maybe that's simply because there's nothing to hate.

Monday, April 04, 2005

You think that there are still some havens against the rising tide of Conservatism's influence? Do you doubt that the same zeitgeist that allowed Dubya to be re-elected lacks the power to reach across time and space, literally and figuratively? Well, doubt no more. From SciFiDaily...
If you're a SciFiDaily reader who does not live in the United States, count yourself lucky. Unless, of course, you live in a theocracy more rigid than ours. A University of Chicago student (and mind you, these students tend to be uncommonly intelligent and perceptive) posted a letter on The Suck Fi Channel Web site, a letter that simultaneously brings great sadness and great anger. He writes: "I recently received the Star Trek DVD collection (Season One)...having watched several of the episodes, I believe that they've been censored a bit! For example, in 'Charlie X,' I distinctly remember Kirk patting Yeoman Rand on the butt, and then Charlie imitates him. The scene...is missing."
Now, to be fair, this is a country that allows stuff like this to be disseminated online.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

For the past couple of nights, I've had some really vivid and interesting dreams. The ones from two nights ago are all but forgotten now except for the recollection that in each of those disparate dreams, I received something pleasant, a gift or what not.

Last night's dream took place in a space behind a shopping center in the middle of the night where I and a few others with me were watching with awe what looked like a commercial jet liner that was way too close for comfort. It was doing all sorts of circles and turns that always made it look like it was about to crash mere yards away from us. But, somehow, the plane always managed to flatten out at the last second and work its way back up in the air. Each time, it seemed to buzz us lower and lower until at one point, it seemed low enough that I actually attempted to jump up and touch the bottom of the fusilage as it passed overhead, just out of my reach. After that, we tried to evacuate the area, but found ourselves boxed in by semis making deliveries. We were in the back of a shopping center, remember.

Odd.
I need to shoot for submitting another McSweeney's piece. Here's one that got rejected a few months back. I look at this as my "sophomore effort gone bad," the way most of your Top 40 pop stars' CDs often go.
Alternate Parkay Margarine Commercial Tag Lines

It's not nice to bamboozle The Green Man.

It’s bad karma to hoodwink the Buddha.

Liars are a disease. Vishnu is the cure.

Screw with Zeus, and die.

Don't f*ck with the Great Spirit, b!+ch!

© MMV Me

Saturday, April 02, 2005

I've cropped, uploaded, rearranged and layed out the first completed page of what will be our wedding blog.

http://2geeksinapod.blogspot.com

Browse it, leave any comments you may like, and enjoy! My only request is that there are no linkbacks from that blog back to this blog (ditto for Elena's personal blog). We want to make that blog available to the widest audience possible, but we don't necessarily want our families reading this stuff :). I'm sure you all understand.

Friday, April 01, 2005

For about a month before the wedding, folks (i.e. men) at the Diamond Mines always had something to say (usually negative) about marriage. They were all sorts -- married, single, divorced. But, generally negative.

These comments haven't stopped since I've become a newlywed. So, like Spock in the episode City on the Edge of Forever who was disgusted with himself that he didn't immediately realize that his tricorder could record the time images that The Guardian was displaying, I decided that I'm now going to record these statements.

Today, there were a couple of jokes. I present them edited for clarity (and proper English - more or less).

Have you ever heard of Hallway Sex?

It usually happens about a year into a marriage where the closest you get to sex is passing each other in the hallway and saying "F**k you."

A newlywed couple decide that each time they have sex, one dollar would go in a "hope chest" figuring at the rate they're going, they'll have a ton of money they could use to go on a nice vacation. After about a year, the husband looks in the chest and says to his wife, "Waitaminute, there's way more money here than there should be."

His wife replied, "Well, that's because I had to turn the hope chest into a community chest."
Because as Martin Mull once said, "I have trouble with moving water."

Well, as with most other people whose blogs I frequent, it seems that for one (positive or negative) reason or another, the past two or three weeks have been bad for blogging. Real life often gets in the way, and that's generally a good thing. Now that I've got a bit of time and a bit of focus, let's catch everyone up.

Mama Said Knock You Out - I've got about a month to brush up on boxing techniques. I thought since I'm not going to be in A-Town for only a few months longer, I might as well take this opportunity to participate in a local tough-man competition presented by one of the town's main Bando figures. Because "You're Filipino - boxing's in your blood" as DATU_B tells me. Well, I'm certainly no Estaneslao del Campo, and to my knowledge, I'm not related to him in any way. But nothing ought to motivate me to work on my sparring problems more than the prospect of combat.

Napoleon Dynamite - I managed to sneak this DVD along with me to the honeymoon. Ok, it's not the greatest movie, and yet I like it because I knew many, many kids like this in high school, particularly being in marching band and advanced honors classes.

The thing was apparently developed from a short film entitled Peluca, which Elena enjoyed far more than Napoleon Dynamite itself. I agreed that it feature film did have the feel of a funny SNL skit made into a long and boring film.

Genetics for Dummies -

genetics

New Addictions - They're obviously my digital camera and my Flickr account, as you can tell by the photostream linkage I've added to the sidebar as well as the self-restraint site. It's like I told Elena a year ago that I never gave much thought to cameras because up until the past couple of years, there really hasn't been much in my life that I felt was worth documenting. Maybe it's just age, who knows?

I Don't Celebrate April Fool's Day - Perhaps I would if I wasn't surrounded by so many of them every day of the year.

Nothing to Do Next Monday? - Check out American Nerd for my already-dated article on the new Doctor Who (bloody b@$tard).

Thursday, March 31, 2005

I seriously haven't felt this let down by someone since I got dumped by my last girlfriend.
Who Star Quits Abruptly

Christopher Eccleston has quit the title role of the BBC's new Doctor Who series after just one episode of the new series aired, the BBC reported. Eccleston, whose first appearance as the ninth Time Lord attracted around 10 million viewers in its premiere on March 26, feared being typecast, the network said.
Typecast, my ass. After all the stuff he's been in, all that talent and range, and he's scared of being typecast? As what?

What a f**k.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

bug's eye view

This camera can make me lazy. Then again, it's taken time and effort to learn how to manually focus the camera and shoot in different settings.

Now, if I need to find more interesting types of subjects.

Monday, March 28, 2005

Elena (ok, if I'm going to eventually link to our new blog that'll have both our first names and post the picture below, I might as well, eh?) is lamenting our return to "real life." I don't blame her, really. Still, I've been making a concerted effort to keep the relaxation of last week in my being for as long as possible.

I broke down and got a Flickr account. Great, so my pictures are now spread out over three accounts. I created another one specifically for the aforementioned wedding blog. I just need to pare down the pictures because I'm cheap and don't want to pay for a Pro account. 10 MB of uploads a month is more than adequate (for now). I broke down because it makes it far easier for me (and Elena) to do this:

fiddybucks

To me, this is the perfect card/gift.

Saturday, March 26, 2005


Happy Easter! Posted by Hello
Today is day three of wedded bliss! And, it's been just that, too. The irony is that only two things are really different. First, there’s the ring. Second is the real sense of responsibility for and to the person I’ve married.

ringus

We just got back from the honeymoon yesterday. Yes, we've got pictures and stories to tell. They'll soon be posted, bit by bit, on a new blog that I’m in the process of putting together.

For now, I’ll simply let all of you know that our wedding was small – E and I, DATU_B and his wife, MR. AND MRS. FIVE-O, the celebrant, her husband and two “crashers” (who we were glad to see). It was a simple ceremony conducted by the resident Lama of Karma Thegsum Chöling in Columbus, during which prayers were intoned and vows were exchanged.

After a dinner at a very nice restaurant, we honeymooned at the Ash Cave Cabins -- it was quite simply the single most restful and relaxing experience I've ever had, and sharing it with my new wife made it all the better.

happyhome

To whom it may concern, thank you for all the well-wishes, the cards, and the presents!
...took a break this week, for once.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

By the way: T-Minus 22 Hours to Wedded Bliss!

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E and I don't have cable TV, and in OULand, that means that you don't have TV, even if you actually have a television set, which we do. So, whenever we get within TV range, we scope it out, just to see what we've been missing. We usually end up appalled.

One thing I discovered was that they really weren't lying when they say they've got a reality show for everything. I knew about celebrities being chased around, people eating bugs and all of that nonsense. I generally ignore them as I flip through the channels, pausing just long enough to say "God, not another one!" That is, except in two cases.

In my opinion, the genre hit a new low with Intervention. Shown on A&E of all places, this is a show that follows around people with serious addiction issues - the particular episode I saw concerned a woman addicted to pain killers and a teenaged girl cutter - who don't know that somewhere along the line, they're going to face an intervention. Now, it's not necessarily the concept that I have a problem with. I have a problem with them actually showing the cutter cut herself in graphic detail. I would have even accepted that if it stopped there, but it didn't. You know, I can't even go on with the rest of it...

There was another show that I personally would consider a height for the reality TV genre on The Discovery Channel called It Takes a Thief. Here, two ex-burglars illustrate the security flaws in people's homes by breaking into them. Cameras are placed all over the house and the people get to watch from a distance as one of these robbers use any and every trick in their book to get into their homes, pore through their valuables, and grab any and every piece of loot. Afterward, the loot is brought back and inventoried while the homeowners are educated as to what made their house easy or hard for the burglar. At the end of it all, the show pays for a security upgrade for the home, and the burglar attempts to break in again, to see if their lessons were heeded. In the episode I saw, the burglar didn't succeed in breaking in after the upgrade despite the fact that the homeowners didn't set their security system.

Incidentally, E and I finally saw an episode of the new Battlestar Galactica. She didn't like it as much as I did. We did agree on one thing, though -- the whole BG concept is simply a hook. This show could easily function as it is, removing any reference to BG, except that fewer people would probably watch it. Oh well, I'll reserve final judgement until I see more of it, but all in all, I like it so far.

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Two out of five people have Played the Interview Game! Who are the lucky three going to be?
My parents were exceedingly kind when E and I visited them over the weekend. Not only are we financially set for the wedding and quite a bit thereafter, we were able to use a bit to continue our movement into the 21st century with a Canon PowerShot A510 digital camera.


Here's E's personal shrine - one of the many pictures I've taken with it so far. For as many times as I've slapped myself silly over the past few months in those moments when I could've really used a camera, now we've got one! Posted by Hello

Monday, March 21, 2005

E and I are in Cleveland right now visiting with my parents before the wedding. We got here late Saturday night and are heading back early Tuesday morning. It's just nice to spend time with the folks as a single person one last time.

I have to mention that we delayed the announcement of our wedding until the last possible second. As far as they knew, E and I were planning for June. Then, we decided to go small and local, mostly for financial reasons, but also to be fair. E's family would have quite a hike to get to our wedding, and we both felt it really wouldn't be fair to have my family come down (and, they would, given half the chance) and not E's.

All in all, my parents surprised me again with how supportive they were. Dad was a tad disappointed, though. I know it's not just that he won't be present, but that "the family" (i.e. every clan member from here to the Philippines) won't be able to be there. But, all in all, he's still very supportive, and I'm glad.

We've got a bit of shopping to do, and then we should be good to go when we return to A-Town tomorrow morning! Then, I figure we'll have about two or three hours of peace until the real fun begins! Don't be surprised if there's no blogging between today and when we get back from the honeymoon, although I'm sure I'll be able to sneak in a picture or two.

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If you ever asked yourself the question "I wonder what Don's shortest job stint was?" then now you can know.

And, knowing is half the battle.

Friday, March 18, 2005

ANGLE 1
T-Minus 5 days to wedded bliss!!

ANGLE 2
Last night, E and I trolled video stores to score a copy of the new Battlestar Galactica mini on DVD. We couldn't find one, but I happened on a pre-viewed copy of the film American Adobo on sale for $4.95. I remembered reading a blurb about this somewhere, sometime back. News about Filipino-American movies tends to grab my attention for a split second. I figured the worst case scenario was that, if it sucked, at least I'd be taking it off the local market.

I didn't know how right I was. You know, I think I'll make this a separate entry, because the movie sort of ticked me off.

On a good note, I'm glad I splurged on a near-mint, used copy of Hero!

ANGLE 3
We did manage to watch Ju-On, better known by its American remake The Grudge. It was pretty frightening. Director Takashi Shimizu has quite the bag of tricks. Unfortunately, that's all the movie was. Definitely a triumph of style over substance. But then, aren't all the better horror movies that way? ("Better," I said -- not "best.")

ANGLE 4
Ann Marie has played the interview game! Thanks!

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Two out of five people have Played the Interview Game! Who are the lucky three going to be?

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Today, I get this email from the editor of American Nerd:
Hi Don,

awesome on all counts. Hey, I was meaning to ask... how did you find
out about the site? I'm always pretty curious to hear how the word is
getting out.
I distinctly remember saying to myself, "I hope I never get asked how I stumbled upon American Nerd." Of course, I not only get asked, but by the worst possible person. What choice did I have?
Keith,

I was afraid you were going to ask me this question, because the answer is going to sound like major ass-kissing, but I swear it's the truth...

The piece that kept me going back to the McSweeney's website (and buying Created in Darkness by Troubled Americans) was Journal of a New COBRA Recruit -- my fiance and I will still occassionally yell out "COBRA!" Anyway, I Google the authors of the pieces I like to see what else they might have written, and lo and behold, American Nerd was among the results.

Not an ass-kisser (much),
Don
Well, it was the truth.

Incidentally, I came up with this as my little "bio blurb." Hopefully, I'll get to use it more often
Don [avoids writing his last name on his blog] is an Asian-American who loves being asked “Where were you born?” so that he can truthfully reply, “Cleveland,” and watch the ensuing discomfort. His work has appeared in McSweeney’s.
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Not surprising because after all, miserly loves company great minds really do think alike.





Your Famous Blogger Twin is Wil Wheaton





You're a friendly, funny guy (or girl) next door
With more than a touch of geekiness


Wednesday, March 16, 2005

SciFiDaily reports (and, I even looked it up, to boot) that the role of Grand Moff Tarkin, originally played by the late Peter Cushing (who also did a turn as Doctor Who), will be played by Farscape's Wayne Pygram in the upcoming Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.

Wow, I'm surprised Satan's Minion Lucas didn't just cut and paste him from Episode IV.

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It's not too late - Play the Interview Game!

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

ONE
Life's been a bear trying to figure out how all the final pennies are going to fall into place for the wedding which is in T-minus 8 days! Not that we're really worried in any way. It'll all happen :).

I've been hearing all the well-wishing for the past few weeks (as well as all the winks and nods from all the males going, "It's not too late to back out" all tongue and cheek). That really does make one feel good.

TWO
A piece I wrote on the new Doctor Who has been accepted for publication, very appropriately, by the folks at American Nerd Magazine. If the guy who wrote Journal of a New COBRA Recruit thought it was good, it must be ok. Look for it early in April.

THREE
E just hasn't had the time to respond to my Interview Game questions. But, it's not too late for you!

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Friday, March 11, 2005

Well, like I said in previous posts, the new training protocols are helping, especially when someone else is present to spot mistakes.

Last night, I left a little early. It not that the stuff wasn't fun, because it was. And, I understand it's one of the last sessions of the quarter, so things traditionally loosen up. But, if you're going to conduct a lesson, it might be a good idea to present them in such a way that the people you're instructing might stand a chance at retaining some of the information. The person I used to call the ONE_ARMED_BANDIT, aka Mr. "Did you learn your kung fu system from a freakin' video?" was running things.

The hubud work was great. The Cimande was great, too - I needed a review. Oh, the three bruises per arm have now just melded into one big one per arm. The Silat Serak drills were nice - I liked those the best because, once again I find more similarities between silat and my kung fu system. But, once the Mande Muda footwork stuff started, my mind started shutting down, although not before I noted that some of the stepping made some of the stepping from my old kung fu make more sense. I just didn't see the point of drilling something I was going to forget tomorrow or that would make me forget what I wanted to remember by tomorrow. I would've brought a notebook if I thought any of that stuff was going to go on last night, but hey. Them's the breaks.

It was then I realized - the session wasn't meant to teach anyone anything so much as show off what six months of going to seminars will get you (one with a de Thouars, of course). But, I suppose it's better than learning from a video (b@$tard).

But, that's just my opinion. I could be wrong.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

UNO
Last Tuesday after Fight Club, DATU_B and I experimented with some of the techniques shared by Mushtaq Ali. I initially had it in my mind to retrain myself from the beginning when it came to certain techniques -- I'll probably do that on my own.

B thought it best that we train in the context of Muay Thai basics, particularly as it relates to the defense AND attack with the right side of my body. This includes the basic shin blocking, jamming with my right side using the “Superman” entrance, and everything in-between.

It’s probably a good idea to try and push all of my kung-fu blocking to the back burner for awhile. At 40% speed (note to self - I was told “Tai Chi” speed, really) and 1/10 of the power, my arms are sore as hell from trying to soak kicks. Of course, exposing my forearms for a pounding during a demo during Fight Club didn't help, either.

But, that begs the question, doesn’t it - What am I training for? If I learn to soak a kick with my arms, then isn’t that a good thing? Besides hardening them, isn’t it worth taking one or two to get within range for a finishing technique? Or, do I train to go toe to toe, in which case, two soaks with my forearms becomes an extremely bad idea.

TWO
T-Minus 13 days to wedded bliss!

Incidentally, I gave E five questions for the Interview Game -- see below.

THREE
Today, in 1927, my father was born.

FOUR

I feel like a kid again! Posted by Hello

The new series isn't due to premiere for another three weeks. But, because of... umm... a time slip... I saw the first episode, entitled Rose. Don't ask how, because if you do, my explanation will consist largely of Doctor Who temporal technobabble.

The episode was great! If only Paul McGann's 1996 TV movie could've been like this. It could've, really, if Fox hadn't tried to make it too American. I nominate him as the first recipient of the Timothy Dalton I-Should've-Been-a-Contender Award.

God, I spent excessive amounts of time taping all the Doctor Who I could from PBS when I was a kid. I was to Who what a Trekkie is to Trek, except for going to conventions. Anyway, this episode is classic Doctor Who without the cardboard cutout backdrops and rubber suited aliens. It was how the Jon Pertwee-era story Spearhead from Space should've been done. And, I like the new metrosexual look, too. I was worried that the whole thing would end up being too Matrix-y, but it wasn't.

The title sequence is very, how shall we say, very 2000. If I would've seen this in 1988, I would've been blown away. Now, it's still exciting, but please... that whole "freeze frame while the camera appears to circle you" effect has long since been out. That being said, I like the new logo.

I like the new Doctor, too. Christopher Eccleston's, who I didn't know was in Shallow Grave, for pete's sake, take on The Doctor is very reminiscent of Patrick Troughton's (who got, arguably, the biggest post-Who exposure with a cameo in The Omen). Actually, it's more reminiscent of Peter Davison's reminicence of Patrick Troughton. Of course, unless you're a Who geek, you'll have no idea what I'm blathering on about.

Incidentally, the BBC's Doctor Who Site has been redesigned. Check it out!

And, to think the Sci-Fi Channel passed on this. Lexx, Black Scorpion, Hercules: The Legendary Journeys, and let's not forget, Ghost (yes, Moore and Swaze) are fine. But, why take a chance on the longest-running sci-fi franchise in history.

FIVE
For awhile, you'll see the following line at the bottom of each post, at least until I get four more people to volunteer:

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That is, my blog universe. Since one good turn/linkback deserves another...

Meet Ann Marie - bon vivant, fellow lover of Fran Lebowitz (I mean that in the "afficianado" sense), and co-author of the book Cooking to Hook Up. I've made reference to her and the book a few posts back.

Hey, I just realized. Yet another CA person. Silat instructors and authors. Quite the varied mix you meet on the internet, isn't it? Hey, maybe I need to take a tour to that end of the country. I could visit people and make up for the missed opportunity I had to attend a seminar with Guro Dan Inosanto when he was nearby.
Ok, so maybe these things aren't always accurate...





Your Seduction Style: Siren / Rake





You possess an unbridled sensuality that appeals to many.
The minute you meet anyone, you can make the crave you almost immediately.
You give others the chance to lose control with you... spiraling into carnal bliss.
A dangerous lover, you both fascinate and scare those you attract.


Tuesday, March 08, 2005

I never, ever do these, but I make an exception today, a) because of the respectability of the source and b) because the questions are pretty interesting.

Mushtaq Ali asks:

1. What is the best thing about being American?

The best thing has to be the quality of life. Even though no one used these exact words, the one thing that's been subtly communicated to me all of my life by my parents and relatives is that for everything that might be wrong with this country, the standard of living is still unmatched, at least compared to the Philippines. Why else do upper middle class families with 2.5 servants per household put up with the shock of emigration and discovering that they have to do their own laundry? That's not a stereotype -- I have names and numbers if you don't believe me.

My father will be the first to tell you about everything that's wrong with this country. If he likes you, he may tell you all the problems he's experienced financially, culturally, and interpersonally. He'll also tell you that compared to being in the Bataan Death March and living under Japanese occupation, and everything else between then and Marcos' martial law, it hasn't been that bad over here.

2. Twenty years from now, what is one thing that is still delighting you about your soon-to-be- wife?

That's an easy one - we will no doubt still be relishing in obscure and arcane references from various cult sci-fi/fantasy, music, anime, etc. Twenty years from now, we will still gape at something weird and crack up, saying, "It is... Bizarrrrrooooo!"

3. You have just received round trip tickets for two to anywhere in the world, where do you go, who do you take with you?

In general, it's safe to say "somewhere in Asia." If E has any say, it will be Tibet or Korea. If I have any say, it will be the Philippines. We would also be going for the same general purpose, namely to connect with our deep interests at the places where these interests have their origins. In E's case, it will be her love of Korean culture or to deepen her experience of Tibetan Buddhism. For me, well... "*Clak* *Clak* Ow, my tender American hands!"

4. The time machine is finally working, you get to spend a day with any one person in history, who will it be?

Louis Armstrong. This is no joke, I want a trumpet lesson with Louis Armstrong. If it was a 24 hour session, so much the better. Heck, I wouldn't even have to play anything myself - just sit there with a tape recorder and ask him playing questions. His was the first "musical genius" that I ever connected with.

5. What section do you visit first in the bookstore?

Lately, I've noticed that I've been going to the magazine racks first to look at some literary journals, maybe the sci-fi magazines, and then the martial arts magazines where I spend the most time (big surprise). I used to head first to the "Sports" books, but I've noticed over the past couple of years that all the FMA books have all but disappeared (not a big deal, since I have about 5/6 of the ones available through your general retail outlets).

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If YOU, the instant gratification reader would like to participate, follow these simple rules...
THE INTERVIEW GAME RULES:
Here's how you can play the interview game:
1. Leave me a comment saying "interview me." The first five commenters will be the participants.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions.
3. You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. (Write your own questions or borrow some.)
If possible, leave an email address, and I will email you the questions directly.

Monday, March 07, 2005

T-minus 16 days to wedded bliss!
First off, thank you again to Mushtaq Ali for providing this exercise for transferring skill sets from your dominant side to your other side! Between this, and some of the other material he provided, it'll definitely be of value in learning, as well as un-learning some things.

The "L" to which I refer is the "L-stance" I find myself falling into doing anything more than intensive pad work. I had a small epiphany about the probable origin of this dysfunction. My theory is that this L-stance behavior is a corruption of my cat stance that I focused on developing while training kung fu (basically, a Korean variant of Northern Praying Mantis kung-fu).

In the cat stance, the majority of one's weight typically rests on the rear foot, allowing the lead leg to quickly deploy itself, usually for either a front-snap or butterfly kick (sort of a reverse roundhouse kick). Of all the basic stances in my particular system, this stance is used the most, particularly in the left lead. The overwhelming majority of the short and long forms start in this position, as well as the drills. I realize now that two bad habits developed with the majority of my time in the cat stance in left lead.

First, I learned to eventually rest more and more of my weight on my rear (right) leg without very much effort, to the point where there would be almost no weight on my front (left) leg. The result was that while my left lead was quick to respond, it would take too much time for my weight to transfer between my rear leg and my front leg to allow the right leg to do much of anything. To make matters worse, my right/rear foot took to laying flat on the ground.

I notice that I don't have this problem standing in a cat stance in my right lead. In the right lead, the majority of my weight distribution is still on the rear (left) foot, but not so much that my foot lies flat and can't spring me forward. Thus, I've got mobility and when necessary can deploy my left rear for an attack relatively quickly - at least moreso than with my right.

So, the solution should simply be Stay in right lead, stupid! Ah, if only it were that simple.

Now, we come to my heuristically-developed L-stance habit. This habit revolved around learning to "cheat" during Tae Kwon Do point-sparring by using kung fu tactics. I put that in quotes because my teachers pointed out that no point sparring rules are violated by doing that. I would stand in my left lead cat stance, use my left leg to rapidly deploy a front- or most often, a butterfly kick (or to block). Most of my sparring partners would be shocked by a kick like that scoring so easily, and the split second distraction would often be just long enough for my inefficient weight transfer from rear to lead leg to take place, and continue with right-leg attacks, if I chose. Now, in the course of TKD sparring, with all the movement and attempts to stay "light on your feet," as it were, I wouldn't maintain a perfect cat stance, nor was it always the best thing to do.

When my left front or butterfly kicks didn't provide enough reach, I would have to resort to, for example, a side kick. Now, once someone would figure out what I was doing and try to stay out of range of my left, I would often try chasing them down a bit, in left lead, with the intention of using my left side kick at the earliest opportunity. Now, to perform a TKD side-kick correctly, especially to hit above waist level, the base foot generally must be pointed outward, facing ideally 180° away from your target. Since moving with your feet pointed in opposite directions isn't viable, my right foot chose a happy medium to cover most eventualities - by lining up my heel behind and perpendicular to the heel of my lead foot. That way, my foot could shift quickly in the direction it needed to be in to deliver one of my left lead attacks, thus maintaining the integrity of one of my more successful strategies.

If my self-analysis is correct, I can draw the following conclusions:

One of the reasons I have trouble defending my right side is that in all that time point-sparring, I never really had to - My left would soak most attacks when it was leading, and when my right was leading, I generally wouldn't worry whilst it was engaged in an attack.

These habits have led to an inability for my right leg to propel my movement as quickly and efficiently as it should be able to - That isn't to say I continually fought in left lead or that I never started with a rear/right leg attack. But, think back to the backyard FMA session I referred to a few posts back. In an inside deflection, my left leg was an integral part of my forward movement as I stepped out with my right, resulting in a bare patch of grass. The act of stepping out with my left doesn't have the full commitment of the rest of my body behind it. This is what I was feeling when I noted the difference while working on female triangle stepping.

My right leg is rendered ineffective for any sort initial attack and becomes a liability when dealing with an opponent's forward pressure - When under pressure to fall back into these heuristics, my rear/right leg attacks get jammed, if I can get them off at all. When the vast majority of my weight (and therefore, my center of gravity) ends up on my rear side, I'm a sitting duck for anyone who's so much as glanced at Tao of Jeet Kune Do.

I did a little experiment last night. I performed some of the rudimentary footwork movements from some of my earliest TKD and kung-fu forms. When I pay attention, I can detect subtle differences between the movements of both feet which were more apparent in my kung fu (big surprise) than in my TKD. Now, I'm not sure if it caused or was caused by my bad habits, but it inspired a brainstorm of ways to attack this problem using the "slicing time" methods Mushtaq Ali suggested.

Specifics to focus on should include:
  • Placement of my right foot before, during, and after Thai-style kicks (even TKD and JKD kicks for that matter). Initially, I just want my right foot to land in the right position so as to retain the option of a follow-up coming from either my right or my left.
  • Footwork that leads into basic boxing combinations i.e. how to move into striking distance without compromising power.
  • All of the footwork movements underneath my old kung-fu long and short forms. I suppose I could use my TKD forms, too, but I'm placing more emphasis on retraining my kung-fu for other reasons.
  • Allowing my right side to stay in place and be defended, at least by soaks and blocks initially. It boggles the mind how I can sometimes utilize the tools on my right side to defend my left (e.g. the inside deflection), but not vice versa.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Granted I'm reading this material between chats with friends (E and I are with MR. & MRS. FIVE-O), but I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around the Scott Sonnon material that Mushtaq Ali referenced in one of his latest posts, namely the stuff on Performance Breathing.
...for the Battle of Columbus.

I spent a couple of hours at the Arnold Martial Arts Festival. Only the bigger names on the martial arts convention circuit were there. I missed Arnold, but Wesley Snipes was there. I got within spitting distance of Don Wilson (again) and Jason David Frank aka the former Power Ranger about the same age as me who thinks he's good enough to start his own system.

I joked with E that I'd go to the Arnold and "start some sh!+ with someone" as my last big hurrah before marriage. Of course I was joking, and thus was extremely apologetic when a crowd of people caused my shoulder to brush against that of Cung Le (I'm about half an inch taller than him, BTW).

I passed close enough to Bill Wallace to tap him on the back of the head, but didn't, seeing as I didn't want him to kick mine off. I could've intruded on Kathy Long's moment to herself out in a hallway, but didn't. The best find of all was former WWF wrestler "The Iron Sheikh." I thought he died. He actually looks pretty much the same as he did 20 years ago.

The event was rather thin on vendors, a lot thinner than I would've expected on a Saturday afternoon. The most interesting were the people from CAS, the ones who run ads with Guro Rick Tucci and various Filipino blades. It was funny watching people flock to the katana displays while leaving the South East Asian weaponry virtually untouched.

Speaking of other Filipino MAs, I spent the majority of the time watching a demo and sparring matches by the Balintawak Escrima Cuerda World Team. Hey, I give 'em props for throwing in kicks with their stick work. What I couldn't stand was watching all the wasted techniques. With all that body armor, why not try to throw ten abanikos in a row and nothing else, even if you're getting pelted in the (lower point-scoring) ribs?

I should've waited until next week. Well, I'll know better for next year if I can make it back to these parts.
I've complained constantly now about my inability to cope with attacks on my right side. As I've noted, it's a little more than that - it seems like a fundamental problem of movement coupled with something internal that I can't put my finger on.

Anyway, I'm very grateful that Mushtaq Ali is gracious enough to share some of his wisdom with me.

Friday, March 04, 2005

ONE
I'm off early from the Diamond Mines. I'll be leaving town with E for the weekend to hang out MR. & MRS. FIVE-O. MRS. FIVE-O is E's bridesmaid. While they're out putting the finishing touches on the Wedding Dress ensemble, I may decide to head for the Arnold Martial Arts classic. Or, I may not.

For a brief number of years, Der Governator's annual Fitness Classic was held in conjunction with a long-running martial arts tournament, The Battle of Columbus. The Battle is an event held by OMAC, and it's founder Joon Pyo-choi. Incidentally, his brother Young Pyo-Choi was the teacher of my old teachers. Well, for some reason (and I can speculate quite a bit, but I don't want to offend anyone), Conan decided to make his event separate again. And, looking at the guest rosters for both events, it looks like most of the interesting guests and tournaments remain with the Battle of Columbus.

If nothing else, I'll visit the old martial arts supply store I used to go to, just for old time's sake.

TWO
Last night, E had a little "mini-birthday party," the continuation of which will be up north in Columbus. Ordinarily, too much beer and not enough, well, more interesting drinks add up to be a bad combination. But, it was a good thing because my head was clear enough to pull off an impromptu solo performance of Rocky Horror's Sweet Transvestite for the crowd. It was karaoke night, and E wanted to see me sing. Actually, she wanted to get up on stage herself and signed us (with my name being the only one on the form) up when there weren't a lot of people around. Then, the place started filling up and she got cold feet. We were going to skip out, but then my name was called.

Well, what can you do? It was only the second time I've done that sort of thing but I asked myself, "How bad could it really be?" If I'm not afraid of parrying sticks, knives, kicks, punches flying at me, then why should I be afraid of singing a karaoke song with homoerotic lyrics in a bar in the middle of a liberal college town?

I must've at least sang in key most of the time, because I'm still hearing about it today. I just got another compliment while I write this. See, there's a lot of cross-over patronage between that bar and the coffee shop I frequent. Got lots of back-pats from said coffee shop people, the bartender that hopefully will get over being rude to E, the owner of the best hot-dog shop in town, a few other people I've seen around town but were never introduced to before tonight, and the gay couple that E was making friends with while I was singing. It's nice hearing a bar full of inebriated people saying things like, "Dude, you fu*kin' rock!" and having it be somewhat genuine.

I'd do it all again.

THREE
T-minus 19 days to wedded bliss!

FOUR
I remember one FMA "backyard training" session with DATU_B and someone else. We were practicing inside and outside deflections. I recall an interesting tidbit regarding my footwork. The typical inside deflection is performed by stepping to the outside with your right foot while defending your left. The reverse is true for the outside deflection - you step to the outside with your left foot.

For some reason, after several repetitions on both sides, the grass was bare where my right foot was continually stepping out, indicating that my footwork was a strong, balanced, and integrated part of my technique. Conversely, my left foot left no such bare patch, for reasons we couldn't figure out at the time. After all, I wasn't getting hit.

For the past couple of days, I've been practicing "female triangle" stepping whenever I've had the chance. Sure, I get odd looks, but at least I'm not one of those people who drop into a full front stance/middle punch combo (anymore). I've noticed that when I step with my right foot, I feel rooted and centered. I can shift my weight distribution at will to either leg. When I step out with my left foot, my balance does not feel secure. The majority of my weight distribution is on my front (left) foot. Even when I try to shift it back, it feels awkward.

I showed my friend the Bando practicioner at work. He couldn't figure it out, either. I'm just going to have to keep playing around with it some more. I'm thinking my shoulders and hips are playing into that whole thing, too. I just have to figure out how...

FIVE
I saw this story on TV at the laundromat...
War veterans learn to share their stories

NEA program helps vets put their experiences in words

By Bob Faw
Correspondent
NBC News
Updated: 7:52 p.m. ET March 3, 2005

HURLBURT FIELD, Fla. - In country, they served and sacrificed. And each has a story to tell.

Flight engineer Christian Mackenzie's helicopter was shot down in Iraq.

"The enemy shot an RPG that actually hit us right in the nose of the aircraft and blew up in my face," recalls Mackenzie. "I really need to get some of this stuff down on paper."

Cindy Kaleta is one of the few women who hauled ammo in Afghanistan. Staff Sgt. Stefanie Kollar is still shaken by what she saw there. Their everyday experiences are extraordinary.

Around the country, soldiers like Mackenzie, Kollar and Kaleta are attending workshops organized by the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA), where they learn — from successful authors — how to tell their stories better.
I'd read them.

Thursday, March 03, 2005


What is Your Ideal Anime Weapon?
Hosted by theOtaku.com: Anime. Done right.
...to Wedded Bliss!

Oh, and today's E's birthday!

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

I love reading other people's "Ninja Scrolls" - the notes they compile from training, classes, seminars, personal reflection, or what have you. It's even better when people post their Ninja Scrolls online.

Sifu/Masguru Ben Fajardo has an interesting compilation of training tidbits here, which include, among other things...Thank God for my del.icio.us account, because I never have to lose track of this information again.
I do not understand! Last night, DATU_B showed me, in rather graphic detail, just how much my left side is willing to jam, soak, block just about anything, and more importantly, how my right side does little more than try to evade, often directly into the 100% power zone of an attack.

Even when I try to go in with my right side, I'm hesitant just long enough to get caught, again, in the 100% zone of my attacker. It's like I just freak out or something. Well, no, I don't freak out. My right side flows quite nicely into attack range.

I'm not a big believer in reincarnation. But, it would explain why I have this deathly fear of broken bones, even though I've never broken one (knock on wood) and seem to have little problem with training joint locks and have this right-side issue.
T-minus 21 days to wedded bliss!

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