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Monday, February 28, 2005

I'm glad E talked me into renting a movie rather than spending another night web surfing at the coffee shop after a shift at the Diamond Mines. Otherwise, I would have never found a used copy of Stephen Chow's Shaolin Soccer on DVD for sale.

This is a movie I always wanted to own so I could show it to my future kids. I may have mentioned it on here a few posts past, but the movie touches the child in me. It fills me with an awe that I haven't felt about movies since I was a kid, the kind that makes your eyes swell and tear up with excitement. It's that same sense of wonder that makes an 8 year old absolutely sure that anyone who really knew kung fu could fly. That all that physical discipline and training could help forge you into someone better. That at the end of it all, you can become someone with qualities that can make a positive influence on the world, even if you never throw a single punch.

In a sense, it feels like a bridge being formed between that awestruck child of the past and the person of today who's dabbling in all of these martial arts. Sure, I'm healthier, stronger and faster than I've ever been (not that it's necessarily saying all that much). But, what's a person to do with all this health, strength and speed? My reflexes are sharper - training with sticks and blades and hubud will do that to a person. I can catch stuff falling off a shelf, and I haven't been clipped by a door that opens suddenly in years. And, only recently have my jab/cross combos have started getting better. But what's it all in aid of?

Have I really been doing all this training just for my health? Just to become some automatic killing machine in the name of being able to put down any threat to myself or my loved ones? No, there has to be more to it than that. Otherwise, I could just jog, work a Bowflex three times a week and carry a gun and have the same ability (or lack thereof) to accomplish all that stuff.

Shaolin Soccer is all about taking all the internal and external benefits of one set of skills learned in one context and environment and transferring them to a completely different context and environment. That's my aim, or at least, it should be.

I know a lot of people who look at martial arts as an end to itself. They don't see anything much beyond just wanting the skills to prepare for the next fight, in the ring or on the street. I don't have any problem with that. Because almost everyone starts out there. But, it becomes interesting when you look at the most proficient martial artists after they've spent some time becoming proficient at them.

I have a theory based on my limited observations:

First - after a time, their focus shifts from "the next fight" to other things. Usually, constructive things.

Second - You can usually see that in some of the more centered and developed martial artists (mentally, emotionally, and spiritually) that they spirit you see them exhibit in the training hall is identical to the one they carry with them almost everywhere else in their life.

My first teacher is one of the highest ranking Tae Kwon Do black belts in this state. He and his wife are also first generation students of their teacher's kung fu system. They love teaching people, and in doing so, about break even financially. All the income that they use to maintain themselves and their family comes from other things. Also, interestingly enough, some of the things they love and cherish the most are, at least as far as I have observed, completely independent of whether or not they can put somebody down. But the same zeal they have in teaching and training is the same zeal they bring back to their home, their business, their church, their friends, and their community.

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Next time: Just where the heck do I go where all of this?

Sunday, February 27, 2005

The last thing on my "Things to get my grubby paws on" list:
  • Technorati account
  • del.icio.us account
  • RSS reader
I have that RSS reader (which also reads Atom feeds, too). There are a million and one of them out there, so I chose the simplest looking one, called RssReader. Thank God 90% of the blogs/web sites I read have feeds. This way, I can streamline my internet time a bit. The only thing this particular reader doesn't do is grab any comments that might come with a particular blog post. But, I can live with that. If there's an interesting enough topic, I can still navigate to that particular webpage using FireFox and see what there is to see.
(MINOR SPOILER AHEAD, but I don't care -- read this post or not, but don't say I didn't warn you. Plus, this is my blog, and I'll leave as much or as little spoiler space as I damn well please.)

E and I saw Constantine on Friday night. I tried to like it, I seriously tried. I only made one "Matrix IV" comment.

Now, to be fair, all the basic elements of the Hellblazer mythos were there. And, I'm not just talking about the smoking and the inclusion of Papa Midnight. I even got past the whole dark hair, black coat, American thing.

But, in the issues of the comic I've read, one thing always stood out to me. Constantine gets by being a con man. For all his knowledge that he possesses and might wish he didn't, the thing that's kept him from Hell so far is, basically, The Grift.

I accept that you can't make a Hollywood movie showing Constantine, or Keanu for that matter, to be as degenerate as he usually appears in the comic. But, the movie violates Constantine's character in one aspect, at least IMO, because one thing wasn't 100% clear (to me). It's too ambiguous whether he conned his way out of damnation or if it really was the result of a fundamental change of heart.

The Constantine I know doesn't have changes of heart. He might have flashes of regret after he does something particularly despicable, though.

E asked me, "Well, then why did you pay money to see it?" I thought about it and then I gave in. "Well, we actually saved money, because we basically got The Matrix, The Exorcist, The Prophecy, and more than one season of both Buffy and Angel all in one sitting and cheaper than if we rented all of them on DVD.

In fact, maybe the problem with the movie is that it was, to me, "Hellblazer for Dummies."

Thursday, February 24, 2005

I'm not sure whether or not to turn these posts into a weekly thing, rather than 2x/week. I'm not really learning a lot of "new" things, so to speak (though, when I do pick up new things, they really feel like rare gems). Rather, I'm learning to actually apply what I know.

But then again, I have a file on my computer where I go in week after week and try to jot down some notes about whatever training session I just walked out of. Maybe that's what I'm sick of -- making notes there and posting interesting tidbits from the sessions here. So, I think it's just all going to go here, instead.

Now that that's settled, I'll apologize in advance if these notes seem disjointed or scattershot, or in the extreme, the ramblings of a foolish person dabbling in things he probably shouldn't.

"Get out of the L-stance" - That's my new immediate training goal in my long-term goal of bleeding out the last remnants of my old kung-fu/TKD training (rather: the remnant of those elements that are liabilities). Better for my balance, and tonight, I even actually generated a bit of power from the foot that I didn't let slip behind my lead foot.

Using full-length bastons in corto range - DATU_B is understandably gun-shy around using hardwood. Hey, that's ok - I've no desire to have chips fly into my eye. Anyway, we were playing around with our regular sticks. We were trying to play with this, but we couldn't even agree as to how to execute strikes from the chamber, so we just went ahead and played inside the range with what we knew. Of course, at that range, there are infinite punyo strikes. But, we were playing with extremely tight angle strikes, as well as checking and passing.

New Stuff - I never thought about facing someone with a stick and a knife in that classic fighting stance and making the assumption, "Hey, the player's got his arm across his body - I'll just go in and trap it there." But, B says some people do, and when they do, the defender just uses the motion for an umbrella to drag that player right into his knife. Ew.

Speaking of knife - I don't know exactly how or why it happened, but B and I were in the most intense knife-tapping drill at least I've ever been in. I was the one with the knife and, get this, I actually used my live hand! Oh, I didn't touch B at all, but defending was harder on B than he thought it was going to be, he said.

I love new Panantukan moves - All that trapping, arm shearing, foot sweeps, etc. make a ton more sense now that I'm feeling my way around forward pressure. I remember B telling me once something to the effect of (and, correct me if I'm wrong, B) "People who say 'Trapping doesn't work' don't have footwork."

Why have I had trouble with forward pressure? - Probably for the same inexplicable reason that for all the shots I'm willing to soak up and down the left side of my body, I try hard to protect my right. And to do that, I seem to have this default strategy of avoidance which 99.5% of the time only serves to move that side into the 100% zone of whatever strike is headed to that part of my body.

I drastically need to improve my diet - 'nuff said.

There's probably more, but I'm very tired and I'm done with my juice, so I'm going home and to bed.
I am the Nile!
Which Extremity of the World Are You?
From the towering colossi at Rum and Monkey.

YOU ARE THE NILE

At 4145 miles from your furthest extremity to the Mediterranean Sea, you outdo the Amazon to become the world's longest river. The piranhas hate you.

Beneath you lies an underground river with six times your volume. You kept this remarkably quiet for several thousand years. In fact, you're full of mystery; your source wasn't discovered until 1862. You're also full of water. And crocodiles. And nuclear pharaoh machines that run on light and can see through time.
Quote of the Day
So, the girls were home sick yesterday and the boys went out and got blasted.

-E to me, tongue-in-cheek... I think
Yes, DATU_B and I had some marguaritas at the "$2 marguaritas on Wednesdays" place in town. For the first time, I sat in the smoking section. Neither of us spoke, but B wanted to distance us from some undesirable he recognized. Immediately upon sitting in the smoking section, however, we were immediately sized up by these fellows at another table. What, can't two males in a liberal college town sit at the same table in a bar without being stared at? Sheesh. It was all good, because we were joined a few moments later by a crowd of people mostly from the coffee shop I frequent. It was nice to see al these familiar faces, even if I wasn't formally introduced to any of them before last night. There were some extremely interesting conversations.

I wasn't expecting to close down BW-3, but that's what we did after hooking up with a couple of Fight Club people (people who apparently now know this blog exists). I keep forgetting that its their karaoke night. Anyway, we somehow stayed there until close and wandered over to the 24-hour diner place for an early (2 AM) breakfast.

Definitely a pleasant evening.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Continuing E's education of British cult sci-fi TV, I've been showing her old tapes I have of Blake's 7, in my opinion, the best written sci-fi series EVER. It was a series that showed the blurry line between a terrorist and a freedom fighter. There were no black-and-white good guys or bad guys. And, the so-called "good guys" didn't always win. In fact, they sometimes died. Sure, B5's story arcs might have been a bit more complex and Firefly's character development is awesome. But anything these series did, Blake's 7 did first.

I mean, for pete's sake...


Blake's 7's Liberator Posted by Hello


Babylon 5: Crusade's Excalibur Posted by Hello

Anyway, here's something from my old webpages from way back... a collection of out-of-context quotes from the series that someone else put together, and to which I added one or two of my own (marked by **).

All I Ever Needed to Know, I Learned from Blake's 7

"Reality is a dangerous concept."

"Having defined the problem, the first step towards a solution is the acquisition of data."

"The choice is very simple -- either you can fight, or you can die."

"Change is inevitable... Why else do we fight?"

"Dignity, at all costs, dignity."

"Trust is only dangerous when you have to rely on it."

"He who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken."

"There is no logical reason why aliens should be hairy."

"All knowledge is valuable."

"Any very talented person could have done it."

"Heroics seldom run to schedule."

"It is frequently easier to be honest when you have nothing to lose."

"On Earth it is considered ill-mannered to kill your friends while committing suicide."

"Civilization has always depended on courtesy rather than truth."

"I am not expendable, I'm not stupid, and I'm not going."

"Don't launch any theories until you've tested the water."

"Show me someone who believes in something, and I will show you a fool."

"In the end, your word is all there is, really."

"Some days are better than others, Section Leader."

"The only thing you can make me do is die."

"All that patience gets you is older."

"Regret is part of being alive -- but keep it a small part."

"You should always be careful about getting a second-hand spacecraft."

"No good deed goes unpunished."

"Nobody is indispensible."

"Luck has nothing to do with it."

"There are times when even the most cynical must trust in luck."

"Everyone's entitled to one really bad mistake."

"The art of leadership is delegation."

"Infallibility depends on your point of view."

"In the end, winning is the only safety."

"Power usually makes its own rules."

"It is not necessary to become irrational in order to prove that one cares; indeed, it is not necessary to prove it at all."

"While there's life, there's threat."

"Strategic withdrawl is running away, but with dignity."

"Idealism is a wonderful thing; all you really need is someone rational to put it to proper use."

"A pro keeps it simple."**

"Sentiment breeds weakness. Let it get a hold of you and you are dead."**

"There are other rules, but you'll find out what those are when you break them."
Soak it up, people.
Just a couple of things, really...

ISA
E and I are now licensed to get legally married in our county of our state sometime in the next 60 days. Incidentally, the marriage will be 30 or so.

DALAWA
I'm on my alma mater's alumni mailing list, and saw in the most recent email a solicitation for submissions to a faculty, staff, and alumni literary mag. I looked it up and used my new method of deciding whether or not to submit. I read through the types of stuff they publish and find the piece I like the least and convince myself that if they'll accept that, then I could probably write something that they would probably give some serious consideration. Hey, all they can say is "No" right? They haven't said "No" yet - I just got a form receipt-of-submission email today.

Monday, February 21, 2005

... as in celebrities that send creepy letters to random people. E and I got these in the mail some time ago, and just laughed.


How did she get my address?? Posted by Hello


An urgent message? Well, I'd better open it right up, then. Posted by Hello

Hey, I'm all for celebrities lending their name-recognition for a cause. But, isn't there something a bit insulting about the underlying premise that the name-droppers have to have? "Well, people are bound to open this piece of crap mail, now!"
Writer Hunter S. Thompson Kills Himself

By ROBERT WELLER, Associated Press Writer

ASPEN, Colo. - Hunter S. Thompson, the hard-living writer who inserted himself into his accounts of America's underbelly and popularized a first-person form of journalism in books such as "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," has committed suicide.

Thompson was found dead Sunday in his Aspen-area home of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound, sheriff's officials said. He was 67. Thompson's wife, Anita, had gone out before the shooting and was not home at the time.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

I prayed that this was fake. According to the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, it isn't.
I have virtually all of my freedom of movement in my neck and shoulders. There're only vestiges of pain as I try to stretch. I decided it wasn't enough to justify continuing the Vicodin, but perhaps enough to continue the Flexiril. There are still some monkey-fisted knots of tense muscle, but those improve with each dose of the muscle relaxant.

I've added Scott Sonnon's Warrior Wellness DVD series to my wish list. This was recommended to me by the Traceless Warrior himself as a way to cut down on further muscle injuries. Maybe I'll go halfsies with someone, or just wait until someone with gobs of money can get it for me...

Friday, February 18, 2005

Well, my comrade at the Diamond Mines came through with a pair of sticks made from the "ironwood" that the local Bando people use, cut at the appropriate serrada length for me. They're not pretty, but they've been smoothed down as much as possible without messing with the integrity of the wood, and have this slight wideness at the ends (from where branches were about to grow) to make the pieces a bit slip-resistant.

Now, we'll see how long these will last against rattan. This wood is supposedly known to make chain-saws spark, so we'll see.
Well, I made it through last night's Fight Club without much pain. Vicodin is good.

Last night, I had the double whammy of dealing with both BILLY_JACK and KENPO_BOY. BILLY_JACK was laid back, I have to say. Of course, staying as far away from him as I could helped, too. And, in the brief time I worked with him on a drill, there wasn't time for him to make one of his stupid, adolescent, racist, homophobic, mysogynistic comments. Well, keep in mind that he really is an adolescent still, so I try not to be too hard on him.

KENPO_BOY was back to his old self, trying to hog me as a training partner all to his sorry-@$$ self. One time was all it took before I had to start going, "Sorry... we have to switch partners." I don't think he liked it when I ended up working with DATU_J twice, but hey... she's good and actually improves as she works on a technique. Unlike KENPO_BOY... words just fail me. I truly sympathize for all the Kenpo practicioners out there, because he claims all of you. We were working on an umbrella deflection followed by a disarm. All the time he spent verbally analyzing the technique, and he still couldn't pull it off properly. On top of that, imagine the most ineffective, illogical way to throw an umbrella deflection -- the direct antithesis to how that move is done -- and that's how KENPO_BOY threw it.

I think I've gotten selfish in one particular respect as I've gotten older -- I don't like having my time wasted when I'm trying to learn something. Sometimes, you can learn from others' mistakes, but only if they make the "right ones," so to speak. My vine disarms suck. I might have gleaned something from KENPO_BOY's mistakes if I didn't have to reteach him how to throw an umbrella (and fail).
I jumped on the bandwagon and created my account on del.icio.us, which is a nice, handy place to keep and catagorize all the nice links I come across.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

I almost forgot that I submitted another piece a few days ago. Ironically, it seems that it was rejected the same day the other one was published. According to the editor's email I just received...
I'm going to pass on this one, but thanks again for the York Peppermint Patties piece. It's proving very popular on the site.

Submit again soon.

John Warner
I guess it was rather lame, but hey. I'd put it on here, but I'm going to take a gander and see if there's anyone else who'll take it.
When there's no one left to leave you,
Even you don't quite believe you,
That's when nothing can deceive you
- Steve Winwood, While You See a Chance
If this guy can get published on McSweeney's Internet Tendency, anyone can...
Rejected York Peppermint Pattie Commercial Blurbs
One line was edited, but I can deal.
I'm still not sure if I'm going to go tonight, but since it'll be mostly FMA stick-work done by DATU_B. As long as there's no throwing involved, I should be good to go.

Last session was the first time I saw my good friend (not) KENPO_BOY, the arrogant hyperkinetic who thinks he's Ed Parker's gift to martial arts. To his credit, he's significantly calmer than I remembered. But, still just as arrogant. He showed this in two instances that I observed.

In the first, he asks me, "Hey, does your arm still hurt from that armbar?" You mean, the lucky standing armbar you got on me last year? Does it still hurt almost 365 days later? Sorry, "Royce," but you're not that good. It actually took me a full two seconds to remember what he was talking about.

In the second, he proves that not only is he knowledgeable to correct DATU_B on stick takedowns (like he did 365 or so days ago), but can correctly show the "foot sweep" that the ONE-ARMED BANDIT (now an officer - I gotta give him another nickname, even if I refuse to refer to him as "datu") was demonstrating that he learned in a seminar he recently attended with one of the de Thouars. Only, it wasn't a foot sweep that was being demonstrated. It was a method for destroying someone's base by using your knee to push one of the opponent's legs out off to a side.

I hope he's there tonight and we can do some stick work so that I could do to KENPO_BOY what I did to him 365 or so days ago, namely stick spar and humiliate him by hitting him multiple time at the same angle. Actually, he humilated himself first by his ridiculous fighting stance he takes (I swear I heard the ghost of Ed Parker groan in agony) that enabled me to land so many rib shots.