Archive for February, 2010

I Hate Mornings

Posted in Uncategorized on February 28, 2010 by His Dark Side

I have never been a fan of early starts. Usually I roll out of bed, go see Mr. Kettle and fix myself a black coffee. These days I roll out, get the coffee, go downstairs into my Danger Room and get the day started by having an MMA fighter try to take my head off.

I hate mornings.

Nothing To Teach

Posted in Uncategorized on February 26, 2010 by ctkwingchun

“I confess that there is nothing to teach: no religion, no science, no body of information which will lead your mind back to the Tao.  Today I speak in this fashion, tomorrow in another, but always the Integral Way is beyond words and beyond mind.  Simply be aware of the oneness of things.” – Lao Tzu (Hua Hu Ching)


Posted in Uncategorized with tags on February 26, 2010 by His Dark Side

Chuang Tse

Posted in Uncategorized on February 25, 2010 by shadowsamurai

“After he woke, he wondered how he could determine whether he was Chuang Tse who had just finished dreaming he was a butterfly; or a butterfly who had started dreaming he was Chuang Tse.”

Delhi 2 Dublin

Posted in Uncategorized on February 23, 2010 by ctkwingchun

My Training Partner Part 2/2

Posted in Uncategorized on February 22, 2010 by ctkwingchun

It’s only my fourth class but I’ve been at this martial arts game for over 16 years now.  I listen to the instructor and do my job to replicate his movements and ideas.  I’m progressing fast.  Tonight, I’m like greased lightning.  My hip movement is impeccable.  Knee bumps and knee escapes.  Swivel my hips, butterfly guard.  Secure the entire right side and roll my opponent over and I end up in the mount.

The timer buzzes, interval is over and it’s time to switch partners.

Nobody wants to work with him perhaps due to his constant questioning in class.  He asks me if I want to roll.  Right from the get-go he says, “Relax.”  I say OK but he tells me he’s talking to himself because he doesn’t want to hurt me.  He tells me that he’s being compassionate.  Then he asks me if that’s the right way to use the word compassionate.  We start rolling and all I feel is his strength.  He leans all his weight on me and applies a blunt choke to my neck.  I tap.  Now we switch guards.  He grabs my wrist and before I know it I’ve got my arm caught in a Kimura.  I tap again.  And so it goes for five minutes of non-stop tapping on my behalf.

Jonas is ‘slow.’  He has grown up being mentally challenged.  He’s been ridiculed by every other martial arts club in the area.  He’s been training BJJ for three years and that night he’s the only guy to tap me out.


Posted in Uncategorized on February 21, 2010 by His Dark Side

I’ve been deliberately keeping it quiet these days. Restricting discussions of my workout session. For a while I grew bored. Now, I feel good. Reignited.

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