When two tigers fight, one is certain to be maimed, and one to die. -- Gichin Funakoshi
One or two out of every 0ne hundred students reach black belt, and of those, only one out of every one thousand achieves his second dan. -- Masutatsu Oyama
We are creating a fighting force of extraordinary measure! We forge our bodies in the spirit of our ancestors. -- Kentucky Fried Movie: Fistful of Yen
Sunday, March 29, 2009
The Pliant Art
We approach the empty cup.
Let us recall one again Bodhidharma's gift to the Shaolin monks: a treatise on exercises to maintain health that eventually gave rise -- according to legend -- to all the techniques of kung fu. Flexibility and suppleness are fundamental to Budo. Indeed, this is one possible meaning of the character "Ju" in the words "Judo" and "Jujutsu." So, in the words of the Muse from Down Under, "Let's get physical."
I pour Gatorade into your cup.
Many Japanese Budo include a set of exercises, called "Taiso," to enhance the Budoka's flexibility and overall health. Taiso primarily do two things: first, stretch the major muscle groups, and second, increase the range of motion in the joints. Taiso exercises should be performed slowly and deliberately.
Here is one set of Taiso exercises you may use:
1.) Kiekome seizhin: This is a massage of the legs to warm-up the large muscle groups. In seiza, use both fists to vigorously "tap" on the thighs. Do not punch your thighs or strike too hard, but do not use so little force that you can not feel the tap.
2.) Kokyuho: This is a breath exercise. It calms the body, and clears old air from the lungs. It also awakens the muscles of the upper body and activates your awareness of posture. In seiza, breathe in and out deeply. Let your chest expand to the limit.
3.) Ashi yubi, ashi kubi no undo: These exercise the feet. Sit in half-lotus, or fudoza. Take a foot and rotate the toes, then rotate the whole foot at the ankle. Then massage the sole by rubbing it. Repeat on the other foot.
4.) Ashi soko awase zenkutsu: This is a classic butterfly stretch to open the hips. Sit on the floor and let the soles of the feet touch. Using gentle, continuous pressure, push down on the knees to touch the floor.
5.) Ashi hiroge zenkotsu: Spread the legs to each side; be sure to keep the toes pointing up. Keep the back straight and then touch the chest to the floor. It helps to bend from the lower back.
6.) Ashi narabe zenkutsu: Set the legs straight out on the floor. Keep the toes pointing up and the knees flat. Reach out to grab the soles of the feet.
7.) Ashi age kutsu: Lie on your back and put your arms straight out to the sides. Keeping the legs as straight as possible, bring them over your head and try to touch the toes to the floor. Do not hold your breath.
8.) Sesuji Nobashi: Start in push-up position. In the first movement, arch your back and look skyward. Then, without moving the hands, bend your knees and attempt to sit in seiza. Finish by curling the back forward and looking downward.
9.) Kokutsu: Start in seiza. Slide the legs out to either side, then lie backward, keeping the back flat. (Note: I have spoken to a physical therapist who says this "W"-style sitting is unhealthy for your knees.)
10.) Shushi kata mawashi: Start in seiza. Rotate the fingers and wrists. Massage the palms. Roll the shoulders. traditionally, the next instruction is to roll the head, but turning your head -- gently -- in all directions to stretch the neck is also acceptable. Finish by looking in all directions without turning your head.
11.) Hiza koshi no kusshin: Start in shizen no kamae, then bend to touch the toes. Roll the knees, the waist, and then the arms.
12.) Teashi no furi mawashi: Start in shizen no kamae. Swing your arms to the front and rear.
Your cup is full. There is more to share on the topic of Taiso, but that is plenty for now.
Thank you for spending time with the Antagonistic Buddha.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The Hand comes down
Greetings, Gentles! I am the Stout Master, and we now return to our chronicle of the Antagonistic Buddha's early years, when he was still known by his given name, J_____.
In our last article, Scratch and Kate's relationship had tipped the Drunken Master over the edge, and J_____ was preoccupied with rehearsals for his musical theater debut. The Drunken Master had suffered a compete breakdown in public, but J_____ came to his aid.
J____ nursed his mentor back to health, although it took a good week and plenty of afternoon martinis to accomplish the task. However, the Drunken Master's emotional state was still very precarious. He was convinced that Kate loved him, and he merely had to prove himself worthy. J_____ and Tom Collins both tried to free the Drunken Master of this delusion, but he would not budge from his conviction.
To make matters worse, Kate insisted on visiting the convalescing Drunken Master. J_____ and Tom Collins both pleaded with her to stay away, but she refused.
In a show of solidarity to the outside, the Drunken Disciples of God all attended the Friday night opening of Little Shop of Horrors. They sat together in the front row, and Scratch was the first to leap to his feet for the standing ovation at J_____'s curtain call. It was a very public display of unity.
On Saturday night, as J_____ appeared again on stage, the other four Drunken Disciples of God sat down for their weekly meeting. Buzz had been building all day around the rumor that Scratch would make an important proposal, so the room was packed with onlookers.
After agreeing that four constituted a quorum, the floor was opened for new business. Scratch rose and began his proposal. In his view, the "Drunken Disciples of God," while a memorable and evocative name, did not carry the gravitas necessary for the group to become a true player in the community and continue after the current members left. In place of this name, Scratch proposed, "The Hand."
"The hand has five fingers," Scratch gestured at the five seats around the table, "Each of which can exist independently of others. However, when the five fingers of the hand come together for a single unified purpose..." At this, Scratch clenched his uplifted hand into a fist. "The hand becomes an object of unwavering power."
A murmur went through the gathered crowd. Every one of them knew the Drunken Disciples of God was the name suggested by the Drunken Master himself. The proposal was not merely a change in name, it was a bid for leadership and control of the group. And through all this, the Drunken Master seemed more interested in constructing a pyramid from the shot glasses he was emptying at an alarming rate.
Tom Collins replied with a protest and desperately tried to rouse the Drunken Master's interest. Kate pressed the matter by calling for a vote. Tom Collins urged the group wait until J_____ was available to take part in the vote. Kate reminded him that the group had a quorum.
Without waiting for assent, Scratch voted in favor of the name change. Tom Collins countered with a loud, "No." Kate let the echo fade, then voted in favor.
All eyes turned to the Drunken Master. He, however, was looking at Kate. Tears glistened in his eyes while he watched her.
And then he voted in favor of changing the name.
In our last article, Scratch and Kate's relationship had tipped the Drunken Master over the edge, and J_____ was preoccupied with rehearsals for his musical theater debut. The Drunken Master had suffered a compete breakdown in public, but J_____ came to his aid.
J____ nursed his mentor back to health, although it took a good week and plenty of afternoon martinis to accomplish the task. However, the Drunken Master's emotional state was still very precarious. He was convinced that Kate loved him, and he merely had to prove himself worthy. J_____ and Tom Collins both tried to free the Drunken Master of this delusion, but he would not budge from his conviction.
To make matters worse, Kate insisted on visiting the convalescing Drunken Master. J_____ and Tom Collins both pleaded with her to stay away, but she refused.
In a show of solidarity to the outside, the Drunken Disciples of God all attended the Friday night opening of Little Shop of Horrors. They sat together in the front row, and Scratch was the first to leap to his feet for the standing ovation at J_____'s curtain call. It was a very public display of unity.
On Saturday night, as J_____ appeared again on stage, the other four Drunken Disciples of God sat down for their weekly meeting. Buzz had been building all day around the rumor that Scratch would make an important proposal, so the room was packed with onlookers.
After agreeing that four constituted a quorum, the floor was opened for new business. Scratch rose and began his proposal. In his view, the "Drunken Disciples of God," while a memorable and evocative name, did not carry the gravitas necessary for the group to become a true player in the community and continue after the current members left. In place of this name, Scratch proposed, "The Hand."
"The hand has five fingers," Scratch gestured at the five seats around the table, "Each of which can exist independently of others. However, when the five fingers of the hand come together for a single unified purpose..." At this, Scratch clenched his uplifted hand into a fist. "The hand becomes an object of unwavering power."
A murmur went through the gathered crowd. Every one of them knew the Drunken Disciples of God was the name suggested by the Drunken Master himself. The proposal was not merely a change in name, it was a bid for leadership and control of the group. And through all this, the Drunken Master seemed more interested in constructing a pyramid from the shot glasses he was emptying at an alarming rate.
Tom Collins replied with a protest and desperately tried to rouse the Drunken Master's interest. Kate pressed the matter by calling for a vote. Tom Collins urged the group wait until J_____ was available to take part in the vote. Kate reminded him that the group had a quorum.
Without waiting for assent, Scratch voted in favor of the name change. Tom Collins countered with a loud, "No." Kate let the echo fade, then voted in favor.
All eyes turned to the Drunken Master. He, however, was looking at Kate. Tears glistened in his eyes while he watched her.
And then he voted in favor of changing the name.
Quotes
Many others stumble along this way because they are cognizant only of the "bu"-element of the word "bugeisha." They know their study is of the "martial," the arts if war and conflict. But a true bugeisha is also a person (sha) trying to transform the arts of battle (bu-) into a study of beauty and universal truths, or "gei." Very few martial artists, even in Japan, grow mature enough at such an early age to attain this realization. The flash and color of tournaments, of fleeting notoriety, of stardom and glamour, capture them and lead them astray. -- Wayne Muromoto.
He who hesitates, meditates in the horizontal position. -- Ed Parker
At some point, I fully intend to compete in a bat'leth tournament. We'll see if there's anyone who does love steel combat because that's what us Klingons do. -- Quoted for "awesomeness" from Bullshido.net
He who hesitates, meditates in the horizontal position. -- Ed Parker
At some point, I fully intend to compete in a bat'leth tournament. We'll see if there's anyone who does love steel combat because that's what us Klingons do. -- Quoted for "awesomeness" from Bullshido.net
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Truth in Kata Training; Deshi's Report
I, Deshi, shall report on this week's training with the Antagonistic Buddha.
We spent much of this week focused on kata training. Few of us come here with no prior training. Many of the neophytes are already very experienced martial artists and fighters. So we are not unaware of the controversy outside our conclave surrounding kata training. Some will adhere to their vow of obedience and perform kata without complaint, others will grumble and endure kata as a rest period between randori.
The Antagonistic Buddha watched us all week without addressing the evident lack of effort. On Saturday morning, he invited two advanced students to demonstrate a bo kata we had drilled most of the week. They performed the kata flawlessly. The Great Sage nodded and invited them to do it again. They continued to repeat the kata several more times, never lessening the intensity.
Suddenly, with a sickening crack, one student's bo snapped about a foot from the end. Unfazed, the two students continued the kata. They never missed a thrust or parry; if anything, the attacker pressed his advantage. The now splintered end of the bo whistled within inches of the attacker, and the man wielding the bo adjusted his distance to the shorter weapon.
The Antagonistic Buddha called them to stop. The hall fell silent.
"When done correctly," said the Antagonistic Buddha, "Kata is a choreographed meeting with Death -- not a pre-arranged dance."
He let that settle, then continued.
"Tori is not 'doing' the technique in the kata. Uke attacks! It is Uke's job to perfect the attack. He must attack effectively -- that is, he should complete the attack if possible. Uke must learn how he is weak during the attack and seek to correct those weaknesses. Tori's first task in kata is to avoid the attack -- this is success. What keeps the two people safe is the foreknowledge of which attack and response is coming next. Even if Tori can avoid the attack and respond as prescribed, his job is not finished. Just as Uke must improve his attack through study, Tori seeks to understand why the kata's prescribed movements work. Both sides are equally active in kata."
Quotes
I am a Cobra and these Words are my Venom
And through my Magickal Lore
I shall capture your Mind and Spew my Poison into Your Eyes
Then my world will become Your World and you Shall Die!
-- Some "Twit" on rec.martial-arts
When in doubt, knock 'em out. -- "Big" Vinny Girolamo
When pure knuckles meet pure flesh, that's pure Karate, no matter who executes it or whatever style is involved. -- Ed Parker
And through my Magickal Lore
I shall capture your Mind and Spew my Poison into Your Eyes
Then my world will become Your World and you Shall Die!
-- Some "Twit" on rec.martial-arts
When in doubt, knock 'em out. -- "Big" Vinny Girolamo
When pure knuckles meet pure flesh, that's pure Karate, no matter who executes it or whatever style is involved. -- Ed Parker
Connections
Recently, the Antagonistic Buddha asked me, the Stout Master, to visit with my camera. We are all beginning our Spring cleaning, and the Antagonistic Buddha discovered an old box in his closet. Inside were more keepsakes handed to him by his mentor, the Old Warrior.
Since these are Army insignia, the Antagonistic Buddha believes these were Tex's belongings and kept by his friend, the Old Warrior. They are still a connection between Old Warrior and the Great Sage; teacher and student. They serve as reminders of this branch of the Antagonistic Buddha's Budo lineage.
This discovery spurred me to ask the Great Sage if he had any other memorabilia to share. He smiled and shrugged before hinting, "Perhaps." I suspect he does have more to share, but is waiting for a more appropriate opportunity to reveal it.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Quotes
We staunch traditionalists know that appearance is everything. Technique is nowhere near as important as having your pleats straight when you die. -- Steve Gombosi
When in trouble, or in doubt: cut down all who move about. -- Frederick J. Lovret.
If you can imagine it, you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it. -- William Arthur Ward
When in trouble, or in doubt: cut down all who move about. -- Frederick J. Lovret.
If you can imagine it, you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it. -- William Arthur Ward
The Drunken Master Stumbles
Greetings, Gentles! I am the Stout Master. Let us return to the chronicle of the Antagonistic Buddha's early travels. This was the time when he was still known by his given name, J_____.
Our last two articles were a necessary detour to regard J_____'s first meeting and subsequent martial training with his mentor, the Old Warrior. Before that, we were reviewing the history of the Drunken Disciples of God, a secret society devoted to debate and founded by J_____'s other mentor, the Drunken Master. We had established the permanent roster for the group; the Drunken Master, J_____, Tom Collins, and the two last members, Kate and Scratch. When we left them, conflict was brewing.
The source of this conflict was the Drunken Master's infatuation with Kate. The Drunken Master pursued Kate, and she -- from time to time -- allowed herself to be caught. This was amenable to both of them for awhile. And -- for awhile -- there was no rival to the Drunken Master. Scratch, however, changed that.
There was an undeniable -- almost animal -- attraction between Kate and Scratch. They tried, at first, to hide their affair from the others. But as the flame of their passion grew, caution fell aside. It was never clear why they had tried to conceal their relationship, but J_____ wanted to believe it was out of respect for the Drunken Master.
As the nature of the relationship between Kate and Scratch became open, the Drunken Master plummeted into an inconsolable, black despair.
The reader may well ask why J_____ did not do more to end the Drunken Master's downward spiral. Surely the wise counsel of a trusted friend would've helped the Drunken Master heal his broken heart and move on from his obsession with Kate?
Unfortunately, J_____ was deeply involved with another important project.
J_____ had landed his dream role as the scene-stealing, sadistic dentist, Orin Scrivello, in the Spring production of Little Shop of Horrors. It had long been a desire of his to appear in musical theater and he was determined to earn the audience's love. But he knew it would be an uphill battle.
So, while the Drunken Master descended into a personal hell, J_____ was studying old Elvis movies, or working with a voice coach. J_____ struggled to master the footwork of the grapevine and learned to properly shimmy his fingers for jazz hands. Traditionally, the actor playing Orin also plays many of the incidental characters who appear throughout the play. J_____ had to master the art of the quick change, and was the first actor to wear full costume in rehearsal in order to learn the timing of changes.
With all this going on, it wasn't until he was called out of bed early on Tuesday morning that J_____ realized something was wrong with his friend. J_____ responded to the Quad, where the Drunken Master was stumbling through his Drunken Monkey forms and throwing crumpled, empty beer cans at passers-by. As J_____ caught his friend, the Drunken Master began to sob uncontrollably.
Our last two articles were a necessary detour to regard J_____'s first meeting and subsequent martial training with his mentor, the Old Warrior. Before that, we were reviewing the history of the Drunken Disciples of God, a secret society devoted to debate and founded by J_____'s other mentor, the Drunken Master. We had established the permanent roster for the group; the Drunken Master, J_____, Tom Collins, and the two last members, Kate and Scratch. When we left them, conflict was brewing.
The source of this conflict was the Drunken Master's infatuation with Kate. The Drunken Master pursued Kate, and she -- from time to time -- allowed herself to be caught. This was amenable to both of them for awhile. And -- for awhile -- there was no rival to the Drunken Master. Scratch, however, changed that.
There was an undeniable -- almost animal -- attraction between Kate and Scratch. They tried, at first, to hide their affair from the others. But as the flame of their passion grew, caution fell aside. It was never clear why they had tried to conceal their relationship, but J_____ wanted to believe it was out of respect for the Drunken Master.
As the nature of the relationship between Kate and Scratch became open, the Drunken Master plummeted into an inconsolable, black despair.
The reader may well ask why J_____ did not do more to end the Drunken Master's downward spiral. Surely the wise counsel of a trusted friend would've helped the Drunken Master heal his broken heart and move on from his obsession with Kate?
Unfortunately, J_____ was deeply involved with another important project.
J_____ had landed his dream role as the scene-stealing, sadistic dentist, Orin Scrivello, in the Spring production of Little Shop of Horrors. It had long been a desire of his to appear in musical theater and he was determined to earn the audience's love. But he knew it would be an uphill battle.
So, while the Drunken Master descended into a personal hell, J_____ was studying old Elvis movies, or working with a voice coach. J_____ struggled to master the footwork of the grapevine and learned to properly shimmy his fingers for jazz hands. Traditionally, the actor playing Orin also plays many of the incidental characters who appear throughout the play. J_____ had to master the art of the quick change, and was the first actor to wear full costume in rehearsal in order to learn the timing of changes.
With all this going on, it wasn't until he was called out of bed early on Tuesday morning that J_____ realized something was wrong with his friend. J_____ responded to the Quad, where the Drunken Master was stumbling through his Drunken Monkey forms and throwing crumpled, empty beer cans at passers-by. As J_____ caught his friend, the Drunken Master began to sob uncontrollably.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
The Power of Myth
The empty cup is before us. You expect me to pour tea, but I shake my head. Today we will drink of a different beverage. It is good to have variety...
Every trade has its own myths and legends. Soldiers tell war stories. Sailors talk of storms and mermaids. Salesmen tell of fast-talkers who could sell shoes to a double amputee. There is truth in these stories, even when they are fiction.
I pour sake into your cup...
Once upon a time there was an old kung fu master who wanted to settle the issue of who would inherit his school. He had two students of equal caliber and he could not decide which one was worthy of being the next master. He settled upon a test to determine who would inherit the mantle.
He called the two students to him in the garden. He explained to them his dilemma and then described his test: the title of master would go to the student who could first draw an animal the master could recognize.
Each student grabbed a stick and found a dirt patch. The first student drew an oval head and then traced a trailing "S" on the ground. He proudly looked down at his snake and thought to call the master over. But then he noticed the second student was still hard at work on his own drawing.
Concerned that perhaps his snake was not recognizable enough, he started scratching some additional squiggles for legs onto his snake. As the first student moved to start the front legs, the second student threw down his stick and showed the master his finished drawing.
The master proclaimed the second student as the new master. Then he approached the first student and asked, "Why were you drawing legs on your snake?"
Surprised, the student answered, "I was afraid you wouldn't recognize it, so I was turning it into a lizard."
"So," said the master, "your hesitation today has cost you the title of master."
That's enough for you today. Let us drink again another day.
Thank you for spending time with the Antagonistic Buddha.
Every trade has its own myths and legends. Soldiers tell war stories. Sailors talk of storms and mermaids. Salesmen tell of fast-talkers who could sell shoes to a double amputee. There is truth in these stories, even when they are fiction.
I pour sake into your cup...
Once upon a time there was an old kung fu master who wanted to settle the issue of who would inherit his school. He had two students of equal caliber and he could not decide which one was worthy of being the next master. He settled upon a test to determine who would inherit the mantle.
He called the two students to him in the garden. He explained to them his dilemma and then described his test: the title of master would go to the student who could first draw an animal the master could recognize.
Each student grabbed a stick and found a dirt patch. The first student drew an oval head and then traced a trailing "S" on the ground. He proudly looked down at his snake and thought to call the master over. But then he noticed the second student was still hard at work on his own drawing.
Concerned that perhaps his snake was not recognizable enough, he started scratching some additional squiggles for legs onto his snake. As the first student moved to start the front legs, the second student threw down his stick and showed the master his finished drawing.
The master proclaimed the second student as the new master. Then he approached the first student and asked, "Why were you drawing legs on your snake?"
Surprised, the student answered, "I was afraid you wouldn't recognize it, so I was turning it into a lizard."
"So," said the master, "your hesitation today has cost you the title of master."
That's enough for you today. Let us drink again another day.
Thank you for spending time with the Antagonistic Buddha.
Quotes
It should be easy to spot a black belt in a crowd, he should walk like a Marine on roller skates. -- Frederick Lovret
The Ultimate Warrior leaves no openings -- except in his mind. -- Anonymous
Winning is not everything, but wanting to win is. -- Vince Lombardi
The Ultimate Warrior leaves no openings -- except in his mind. -- Anonymous
Winning is not everything, but wanting to win is. -- Vince Lombardi
The Sobriety of Budo Training; Deshi's Report
I, Deshi, report on this week's training.
There was an accidental discharge on the pistol range. The Range Master was furious and disciplined the responsible neophyte in front of everyone. Fortunately, no one was hurt. The neophyte will receive additional shifts in the kitchen.
Although noone was injured in that accident, there were two injuries in our unarmed Budo training. Certainly we are no strangers to minor bumps, bruises, and abrasions from strikes or grappling, but we know the most dnagerous portion of the training is in throws. One neophyte broke his wrist from poorly executed ukemi after being thrown. Another neophyte was thrown too roughly and seperated his shoulder. Fortunately no one was gravely injured, and they will be able to return to training after apprpriate rest and recuperation.
These incidents have, at least for me, highlighted why the Antagonistic Buddha reconvened out raining last week with a call and warning to stay focused. There is danger even in our ordinary training.
There was an accidental discharge on the pistol range. The Range Master was furious and disciplined the responsible neophyte in front of everyone. Fortunately, no one was hurt. The neophyte will receive additional shifts in the kitchen.
Although noone was injured in that accident, there were two injuries in our unarmed Budo training. Certainly we are no strangers to minor bumps, bruises, and abrasions from strikes or grappling, but we know the most dnagerous portion of the training is in throws. One neophyte broke his wrist from poorly executed ukemi after being thrown. Another neophyte was thrown too roughly and seperated his shoulder. Fortunately no one was gravely injured, and they will be able to return to training after apprpriate rest and recuperation.
These incidents have, at least for me, highlighted why the Antagonistic Buddha reconvened out raining last week with a call and warning to stay focused. There is danger even in our ordinary training.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Great Sage Returns
We are overcome with joy! The Antagonistic Buddha; the Great Sage, has returned from his mission. I, Deshi, shall report now.
Sunday evening, our meal was interrupted by the tolling of our great bell -- the Bell of Lost Souls. The other neophytes and I straightened in our seats at the peel of the deep, hollow sound. We knew the bell announced the return of our beloved and revered master, the Antagonistic Buddha.
We rushed like a tide out of the student's mess. We were a wave of saffron colored robes and grey samue work garb. Bouncing down the stone staircase, I was buffeted on all sides by other neophytes eager to catch a glimpse of the returning Great Sage. I could see the revered one past a pillar. The Antagonistic Buddha was standing in the middle of the clustered masters. He was smiling and laughing with them. We all cheered as the neophytes poured into the courtyard. The Great Sage threw down his traveling staff and waved both hands in the air to greet us in return. Some of the advanced students surged forward and lifted the Antagonistic Buddha on their shoulders and swept him into the dojo. That was the last I saw of him on Sunday.
The Antagonistic Buddha was waiting for us in the dojo when we reported for practice on Monday morning. He reminded us that practice must be serious, our intentions pure and focused, and our attention unwavering. Our masters have always been clear that our training is not intended to produce hot house flowers that have been cultivated for aesthetic beauty. We are more like working dogs being groomed to perform special service.
Someday we will be directed to serve beyond our community. Even as I ponder my own future service; I wonder what calamity required the direct intervention of the Antagonistic Buddha himself.
Sunday evening, our meal was interrupted by the tolling of our great bell -- the Bell of Lost Souls. The other neophytes and I straightened in our seats at the peel of the deep, hollow sound. We knew the bell announced the return of our beloved and revered master, the Antagonistic Buddha.
We rushed like a tide out of the student's mess. We were a wave of saffron colored robes and grey samue work garb. Bouncing down the stone staircase, I was buffeted on all sides by other neophytes eager to catch a glimpse of the returning Great Sage. I could see the revered one past a pillar. The Antagonistic Buddha was standing in the middle of the clustered masters. He was smiling and laughing with them. We all cheered as the neophytes poured into the courtyard. The Great Sage threw down his traveling staff and waved both hands in the air to greet us in return. Some of the advanced students surged forward and lifted the Antagonistic Buddha on their shoulders and swept him into the dojo. That was the last I saw of him on Sunday.
The Antagonistic Buddha was waiting for us in the dojo when we reported for practice on Monday morning. He reminded us that practice must be serious, our intentions pure and focused, and our attention unwavering. Our masters have always been clear that our training is not intended to produce hot house flowers that have been cultivated for aesthetic beauty. We are more like working dogs being groomed to perform special service.
Someday we will be directed to serve beyond our community. Even as I ponder my own future service; I wonder what calamity required the direct intervention of the Antagonistic Buddha himself.
Quotes
An unwillingness to deal forcibly with violence does not equate to moral rectitude. -- Mary Malmros
Be master of mind rather than mastered by mind. -- Zen saying
Courage is like love; it must have hope to nourish it. -- Napoleon Bonaparte
Be master of mind rather than mastered by mind. -- Zen saying
Courage is like love; it must have hope to nourish it. -- Napoleon Bonaparte
A Warrior Runs
We approach the empty cup. We are wearing sweats; our running shoes are arranged neatly by the door.
Of all the exploits of the Ancient World, few are better known than the messenger's run after the Battle of Marathon. As legend has it, the Athenian hoplite Pheidippides ran the 26 miles home to announce the Greek victory over the Persians. After delivering his statement, "Rejoice, we conquer," he fell dead in the square. We, who have seen marathons on the television, may know someone who has competed a marathon, and know of even more grueling events such as the Triathlon, may wonder at this final detail. Why would he die? But we are not told of the soldier's exertions in the crush of battle. In any event, we are reminded by this story the simple truth: the warrior runs.
I pour Gatorade into your cup.
It bears repeating: the warrior runs. The warrior runs, and runs, and runs. But the warrior does not run for the mere sake of running. The warrior runs with a purpose in mind, and to do that, the warrior must know how best to run.
Let me begin with this caveat. I am a martial arts master and spiritual guide. I am not a running coach. Too many students regard the master as the sole source of wisdom on all matters. However, a truly wise man knows what he does not know. I urge you to research beyond my basic suggestions and discover for yourself. As Musashi said, "Study this well."
Running improves cardiovascular fitness and overall stamina. This is obvious; and were it not true, high school phys ed teachers and coaches would not demand their athletes run. In the beginning, one should run simply to improve the ability to run. This means gradually increasing the time and distance for running.
Distance running is used to establish a minimum level of fitness. Some have said you should be able to run one mile for every minute you expect to be in a fight. Those who fight, however, will recognize this is not precisely true.
Distance running only trains one kind of response in the runner; the steady, plodding pace produces a steady, plodding athlete. Fighting, like jazz, requires the ability to improvise and change rhythm. To change the rhythm, the Budoka must have the ability to produce sudden bursts of energy, repeatedly. For that, you must eventually work interval training into your running routine.
Interval training involves mixing your steady, paced distance running with a series of repeated, short sprints. It is easy to do. As you run, pick out a target 50 feet ahead of you, then sprint as fast as you can to reach it. Return to a steady pace to regain your breath, then repeat. In a 30-minute run, you should aim to do this 10 to 15 times. It is not as easy as it sounds. And again, do not attempt this until you have established basic aerobic fitness.
Running does not come easy for some of us. I include myself in this group. But it is a matter of discipline. A Budoka does not run because he likes it; he runs because it is part of his training. I endorse running outdoors, and in most weathers. Running under these conditions is refreshing, and it polishes the soul. Personally, I do not run in snow or ice. Most of my running is done early in the morning before or at dawn. Running in the dark over ice is foolhardy. I will, however, bundle up to run in the bitter cold.
Generally, I do not condone running with a portable music device plugged into your ears. This is counter to good Budo as it interferes with your awareness. You are vulnerable while running to many dangers. Many runners use these devices as crutches to overcome boredom. A true Budoka should not be afraid to spend a few minutes alone in contemplation. Indeed, moments alone are extremely rare these days and should be treasured. In this sense, running is not only good for your body, but it is good for your soul.
Thank you for spending time with the Antagonistic Buddha.
Of all the exploits of the Ancient World, few are better known than the messenger's run after the Battle of Marathon. As legend has it, the Athenian hoplite Pheidippides ran the 26 miles home to announce the Greek victory over the Persians. After delivering his statement, "Rejoice, we conquer," he fell dead in the square. We, who have seen marathons on the television, may know someone who has competed a marathon, and know of even more grueling events such as the Triathlon, may wonder at this final detail. Why would he die? But we are not told of the soldier's exertions in the crush of battle. In any event, we are reminded by this story the simple truth: the warrior runs.
I pour Gatorade into your cup.
It bears repeating: the warrior runs. The warrior runs, and runs, and runs. But the warrior does not run for the mere sake of running. The warrior runs with a purpose in mind, and to do that, the warrior must know how best to run.
Let me begin with this caveat. I am a martial arts master and spiritual guide. I am not a running coach. Too many students regard the master as the sole source of wisdom on all matters. However, a truly wise man knows what he does not know. I urge you to research beyond my basic suggestions and discover for yourself. As Musashi said, "Study this well."
Running improves cardiovascular fitness and overall stamina. This is obvious; and were it not true, high school phys ed teachers and coaches would not demand their athletes run. In the beginning, one should run simply to improve the ability to run. This means gradually increasing the time and distance for running.
Distance running is used to establish a minimum level of fitness. Some have said you should be able to run one mile for every minute you expect to be in a fight. Those who fight, however, will recognize this is not precisely true.
Distance running only trains one kind of response in the runner; the steady, plodding pace produces a steady, plodding athlete. Fighting, like jazz, requires the ability to improvise and change rhythm. To change the rhythm, the Budoka must have the ability to produce sudden bursts of energy, repeatedly. For that, you must eventually work interval training into your running routine.
Interval training involves mixing your steady, paced distance running with a series of repeated, short sprints. It is easy to do. As you run, pick out a target 50 feet ahead of you, then sprint as fast as you can to reach it. Return to a steady pace to regain your breath, then repeat. In a 30-minute run, you should aim to do this 10 to 15 times. It is not as easy as it sounds. And again, do not attempt this until you have established basic aerobic fitness.
Running does not come easy for some of us. I include myself in this group. But it is a matter of discipline. A Budoka does not run because he likes it; he runs because it is part of his training. I endorse running outdoors, and in most weathers. Running under these conditions is refreshing, and it polishes the soul. Personally, I do not run in snow or ice. Most of my running is done early in the morning before or at dawn. Running in the dark over ice is foolhardy. I will, however, bundle up to run in the bitter cold.
Generally, I do not condone running with a portable music device plugged into your ears. This is counter to good Budo as it interferes with your awareness. You are vulnerable while running to many dangers. Many runners use these devices as crutches to overcome boredom. A true Budoka should not be afraid to spend a few minutes alone in contemplation. Indeed, moments alone are extremely rare these days and should be treasured. In this sense, running is not only good for your body, but it is good for your soul.
Thank you for spending time with the Antagonistic Buddha.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Quotes
The FAQ that can be read is not the True FAQ
The answers that can be posted are not the True Answers.
The Superior Man hears not the whining of newbies
and is not singed by the flames of the Net.
Belts do not bind him, nor trophies burden him.
Discarding all, he gains all, and follows the Way.
Got any spare change, Pal?
-- Lao Tzu, as paraphrased on rec.martial-arts
The undisturbed mind is like the calm body water reflecting the brilliance of the moon. Empty the mind and you will realize the undisturbed mind. -- Yagyu Jubei
I thoroughly disapprove of duels. I consider them unwise and I know they are dangerous. Also, sinful. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him. -- Mark Twain
The answers that can be posted are not the True Answers.
The Superior Man hears not the whining of newbies
and is not singed by the flames of the Net.
Belts do not bind him, nor trophies burden him.
Discarding all, he gains all, and follows the Way.
Got any spare change, Pal?
-- Lao Tzu, as paraphrased on rec.martial-arts
The undisturbed mind is like the calm body water reflecting the brilliance of the moon. Empty the mind and you will realize the undisturbed mind. -- Yagyu Jubei
I thoroughly disapprove of duels. I consider them unwise and I know they are dangerous. Also, sinful. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him. -- Mark Twain
The "Forest Goblin"
Greetings, Gentiles! I am the Stout Master, and we now return to my chronicle of the Antagonistic Buddha's early years, when he was known by his given name, J_____. In my last installment, J_____ met a mysterious stranger in the woods.
The stranger was, of course, the gnarled Old Warrior and the man who would become J_____'s second major mentor during his stay among the community of Drunken scholars.
As I reported last time, the Antagonistic Buddha has related that the Old Warrior's first words to him were, "I've been waiting for you. And we need to talk." However, the Great Sage has left the exact nature of these words a mystery. Obviously, they did talk, and given their continued association, we must assume that whatever the Old Warrior's need was, it was met. Although the Great Sage maintains many mysteries about his mentor, he has shared much as well.
The Old Warrior was no saint. He was a troublemaker in his youth, and told J_____ he was caught up with "drinking, gambling and women; breaking hearts and playing with guns." Trouble like that put him in front of a judge who offered the young man a sober choice: jail, or the Marine Corps. He chose the Corps and never regretted it. He loved the Corps, and often said of it, "No greater friend, no worse enemy." It was an outlet for his interests and boundless energy. He kept volunteering for more advanced training and dangerous duty. He became a Recon Marine and raised his hand one too many times...
The Old Warrior volunteered for an ill-defined secondment to a shadowy unit with an innocuous-sounding name, the "Studies and Observation Group." He landed in Southeast Asia and was promptly assigned to a small team of Army personnel. The mission, he discovered, was to "study and observe" the enemy in his own backyard from as close as he could get. The Old Warrior had a talent for sneaking around and also for keeping his teammates alive. Despite being a relatively junior NCO and a Marine in a largely Army unit, he was selected as a team leader or "One-Zero."
His exemplary work in special reconnaissance got him selected for other duties. Most of these duties are best left undescribed, but he once told J_____,"Even now, every time I dream, I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream." Through most of the war, the Old Warrior worked with a partner, Tex, an Army Special Forces NCO cut from the John Wayne mold.
The Antagonistic Buddha looks sad when he quotes his mentor's memories of this long ago war: "Well, I remember one night, Tex and me rappelled in on a hot LZ. We had our 16's on rock'n'roll and with all of that fire I was scared and cold. I was crazy, and I was wild. And I have seen the tiger smile. I spit in a bamboo viper's face, and I'd be dead but by God's grace." The Antagonistic Buddha has said the Old Warrior changed his view of war, warriors, and the warrior arts.
After their first conversation, J_____'s trips into the woods were different. The Old Warrior began teaching J_____ woodcraft, J_____ learned to make a debris shelter. He learned to collect water in the wild: form dew, from rain, even by distillation. He learned to track and stalk. J_____ learned that tracking animals was far more difficult than tracking any human, even an experienced woodsman. Eventually, J_____ could survive, in relative comfort, for a week with nothing more than a sturdy Ka-Bar knife.
The Old Warrior taught J_____ his other skills -- the "dark arts" as he called them. These skills included, among others, sentry removal. "It doesn't take much skill to sneak-up on a guard at Three in the morning in the woods. It's a very different level of skill to sneak up on an alert sentry standing on a gravel road at Three in the afternoon. The Old Warrior could do that." J_____ learned to tie-up and secure a captive. He learned to lay an ambush. He learned to knife fight. The Old Warrior taught J_____ the martial arts he learned while stationed in Japan, including a rough style of Jodo.
When the Old Warrior had taught J_____ everything he knew, he gave J_____ two symbolic gifts: the Ka-Bar he carried through Asian jungles, and Tex's Ranger Tab. The Great Sage has always kept these items securely in a keepsake box with other mementos of the Antagonistic Buddha's travels and education.
The stranger was, of course, the gnarled Old Warrior and the man who would become J_____'s second major mentor during his stay among the community of Drunken scholars.
As I reported last time, the Antagonistic Buddha has related that the Old Warrior's first words to him were, "I've been waiting for you. And we need to talk." However, the Great Sage has left the exact nature of these words a mystery. Obviously, they did talk, and given their continued association, we must assume that whatever the Old Warrior's need was, it was met. Although the Great Sage maintains many mysteries about his mentor, he has shared much as well.
The Old Warrior was no saint. He was a troublemaker in his youth, and told J_____ he was caught up with "drinking, gambling and women; breaking hearts and playing with guns." Trouble like that put him in front of a judge who offered the young man a sober choice: jail, or the Marine Corps. He chose the Corps and never regretted it. He loved the Corps, and often said of it, "No greater friend, no worse enemy." It was an outlet for his interests and boundless energy. He kept volunteering for more advanced training and dangerous duty. He became a Recon Marine and raised his hand one too many times...
The Old Warrior volunteered for an ill-defined secondment to a shadowy unit with an innocuous-sounding name, the "Studies and Observation Group." He landed in Southeast Asia and was promptly assigned to a small team of Army personnel. The mission, he discovered, was to "study and observe" the enemy in his own backyard from as close as he could get. The Old Warrior had a talent for sneaking around and also for keeping his teammates alive. Despite being a relatively junior NCO and a Marine in a largely Army unit, he was selected as a team leader or "One-Zero."
His exemplary work in special reconnaissance got him selected for other duties. Most of these duties are best left undescribed, but he once told J_____,"Even now, every time I dream, I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream." Through most of the war, the Old Warrior worked with a partner, Tex, an Army Special Forces NCO cut from the John Wayne mold.
The Antagonistic Buddha looks sad when he quotes his mentor's memories of this long ago war: "Well, I remember one night, Tex and me rappelled in on a hot LZ. We had our 16's on rock'n'roll and with all of that fire I was scared and cold. I was crazy, and I was wild. And I have seen the tiger smile. I spit in a bamboo viper's face, and I'd be dead but by God's grace." The Antagonistic Buddha has said the Old Warrior changed his view of war, warriors, and the warrior arts.
After their first conversation, J_____'s trips into the woods were different. The Old Warrior began teaching J_____ woodcraft, J_____ learned to make a debris shelter. He learned to collect water in the wild: form dew, from rain, even by distillation. He learned to track and stalk. J_____ learned that tracking animals was far more difficult than tracking any human, even an experienced woodsman. Eventually, J_____ could survive, in relative comfort, for a week with nothing more than a sturdy Ka-Bar knife.
The Old Warrior taught J_____ his other skills -- the "dark arts" as he called them. These skills included, among others, sentry removal. "It doesn't take much skill to sneak-up on a guard at Three in the morning in the woods. It's a very different level of skill to sneak up on an alert sentry standing on a gravel road at Three in the afternoon. The Old Warrior could do that." J_____ learned to tie-up and secure a captive. He learned to lay an ambush. He learned to knife fight. The Old Warrior taught J_____ the martial arts he learned while stationed in Japan, including a rough style of Jodo.
When the Old Warrior had taught J_____ everything he knew, he gave J_____ two symbolic gifts: the Ka-Bar he carried through Asian jungles, and Tex's Ranger Tab. The Great Sage has always kept these items securely in a keepsake box with other mementos of the Antagonistic Buddha's travels and education.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Quotes
Aikido is not a defensive art. Being defensive is a terrible way to go through life -- quote on a dojo wall.
Though a thousand fall at my side, though ten thousand are dying around me, the evil will not touch me. I will see how the wicked are punished, but I will not share it. -- Psalm 91
Victory is reserved for those who are willing to pay its price. -- Sun Tzu
Though a thousand fall at my side, though ten thousand are dying around me, the evil will not touch me. I will see how the wicked are punished, but I will not share it. -- Psalm 91
Victory is reserved for those who are willing to pay its price. -- Sun Tzu
The Watcher in the Woods
Greetings, Gentles! I am the Stout Master, and I return to our review of the early travels of the Antagonistic Buddha, a time when he was still known by his given name, J_____.
At our last break in the story, the Drunken Disciples of God were complete with five permanent members. The Drunken Master, Tom Collins, and J_____ had added Kate and Scratch to the secret society for debate. We had established the attraction between the Drunken Master and Kate, but recognized the way Scratch turned Kate's head. These matters are crucial to J_____'s journey; however, we must put aside this narrative thread for the moment...
One of J_____'s treasured pleasures was secluding himself in the woods that surrounded the campus. He would do a sitting meditation, or a contemplative walk to center himself. J_____ found great joy being alone with wild nature.
One bright afternoon, J_____'s meditation was suddenly disturbed by the notion that he was not alone. This did not alarm J_____, at least as first, because he often encountered fellow students on cross-country hikes, drunken binges, and even lovers' trysts. Once he had encountered local residents poaching deer out of season. That was a potentially dangerous possibility, and J_____ knew enough to stay very still before carefully scanning the woods for the source of his feeling. A sudden movement -- such as quickly turning his head -- could earn him an arrow through his anatomy.
He believed poachers were a strong possibility, because whoever was with him was trying to stay hidden. J_____ exercised great patience as he scrutinized his surroundings. Finally, he caught sight of an older man standing stock still several yards away.
The man was looking right at J_____; he even had the impression the man was looking through him. The man was stooped and supported himself with a five-foot-long staff. His skin was weathered and tanned, like leather, and dressed in an olive field jacket and muddy jeans. The man could have been mistaken for a twisted tree trunk. The stranger had long gray hair tied back, and flowed out from under a faded Tiger Stripe boonie hat.
The stranger watched J_____ for several minutes, but never spoke and never came any closer. Eventually, a solid black crow flew down and perched on the man's shoulder. This made the man shrug, and the crow fluttered. The stranger grunted and turned to leave. At this point, the light through the trees hit the right side of his face, and J_____ could see the leather eye-patch the man wore.
J_____ often encountered the bent stranger on subsequent walks, but never spoke to him. It became a game to sense the old man's presence sooner and sooner on the walks. J_____ came to realize the stranger was watching him almost as soon as he left the dormitory. Despite this surveillance, J_____ never felt threatened.
One afternoon, Scratch invited J_____ to go rock climbing with some friends. The area was rife with short cliffs and rock walls perfect for beginning climbers. J____ accepted the invitation and soon found himself scrambling up a 35-foot wall. With triumphant satisfaction, J_____ reached the top and reached for a final handhold. He was startled by someone gripping his forearm and helping him over the lip of the cliff.
"I've been waiting for you," the old man told J_____, "And we need to talk."
At our last break in the story, the Drunken Disciples of God were complete with five permanent members. The Drunken Master, Tom Collins, and J_____ had added Kate and Scratch to the secret society for debate. We had established the attraction between the Drunken Master and Kate, but recognized the way Scratch turned Kate's head. These matters are crucial to J_____'s journey; however, we must put aside this narrative thread for the moment...
One of J_____'s treasured pleasures was secluding himself in the woods that surrounded the campus. He would do a sitting meditation, or a contemplative walk to center himself. J_____ found great joy being alone with wild nature.
One bright afternoon, J_____'s meditation was suddenly disturbed by the notion that he was not alone. This did not alarm J_____, at least as first, because he often encountered fellow students on cross-country hikes, drunken binges, and even lovers' trysts. Once he had encountered local residents poaching deer out of season. That was a potentially dangerous possibility, and J_____ knew enough to stay very still before carefully scanning the woods for the source of his feeling. A sudden movement -- such as quickly turning his head -- could earn him an arrow through his anatomy.
He believed poachers were a strong possibility, because whoever was with him was trying to stay hidden. J_____ exercised great patience as he scrutinized his surroundings. Finally, he caught sight of an older man standing stock still several yards away.
The man was looking right at J_____; he even had the impression the man was looking through him. The man was stooped and supported himself with a five-foot-long staff. His skin was weathered and tanned, like leather, and dressed in an olive field jacket and muddy jeans. The man could have been mistaken for a twisted tree trunk. The stranger had long gray hair tied back, and flowed out from under a faded Tiger Stripe boonie hat.
The stranger watched J_____ for several minutes, but never spoke and never came any closer. Eventually, a solid black crow flew down and perched on the man's shoulder. This made the man shrug, and the crow fluttered. The stranger grunted and turned to leave. At this point, the light through the trees hit the right side of his face, and J_____ could see the leather eye-patch the man wore.
J_____ often encountered the bent stranger on subsequent walks, but never spoke to him. It became a game to sense the old man's presence sooner and sooner on the walks. J_____ came to realize the stranger was watching him almost as soon as he left the dormitory. Despite this surveillance, J_____ never felt threatened.
One afternoon, Scratch invited J_____ to go rock climbing with some friends. The area was rife with short cliffs and rock walls perfect for beginning climbers. J____ accepted the invitation and soon found himself scrambling up a 35-foot wall. With triumphant satisfaction, J_____ reached the top and reached for a final handhold. He was startled by someone gripping his forearm and helping him over the lip of the cliff.
"I've been waiting for you," the old man told J_____, "And we need to talk."
More Notes from Budo Training
I, Deshi, will describe this week's training.
To our sadness, the Antagonistic Buddha has been absent from the dojo. He received an urgent call to action last Friday afternoon. The Great Sage wasted no time packing his gear. The last any of us saw of him, he bid us farewell before stepping into the yellow taxi that took him to the airport.
We were left in the care of the Silent Master. The advanced students assure us that the Silent Master is the finest technician among the masters, but they also fill us with various rumors and gossip about him. We have learned the Silent Master is stern, but fair.
Training under the Silent Master is very different from the playful style of the Antagonistic Buddha. The Silent Master demonstrates, and we do our best to mimic him. It is up to us to find our mistakes and correct them. The Silent Master does not repeat his demonstrations once he has concluded the movement. This is the old method for transmitting Budo, and it places the responsibility for learning squarely upon the student.
It is very much a time for drilling kihon waza. We stand in kamae, or shadow box through our various strikes. The silence we have adopted in deference to our teacher helps to focus our minds. Only occasionally do we break this silence with the dull thud of fists connecting with makiwara, or the clatter of practice weapons clashing.
Practice under a different teacher has provided us with new insight. Still, we all look forward to the return of the Antagonistic Buddha.
To our sadness, the Antagonistic Buddha has been absent from the dojo. He received an urgent call to action last Friday afternoon. The Great Sage wasted no time packing his gear. The last any of us saw of him, he bid us farewell before stepping into the yellow taxi that took him to the airport.
We were left in the care of the Silent Master. The advanced students assure us that the Silent Master is the finest technician among the masters, but they also fill us with various rumors and gossip about him. We have learned the Silent Master is stern, but fair.
Training under the Silent Master is very different from the playful style of the Antagonistic Buddha. The Silent Master demonstrates, and we do our best to mimic him. It is up to us to find our mistakes and correct them. The Silent Master does not repeat his demonstrations once he has concluded the movement. This is the old method for transmitting Budo, and it places the responsibility for learning squarely upon the student.
It is very much a time for drilling kihon waza. We stand in kamae, or shadow box through our various strikes. The silence we have adopted in deference to our teacher helps to focus our minds. Only occasionally do we break this silence with the dull thud of fists connecting with makiwara, or the clatter of practice weapons clashing.
Practice under a different teacher has provided us with new insight. Still, we all look forward to the return of the Antagonistic Buddha.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Quotes
-- We tottered together upon the brink of the fall. I have some knowledge, however, of bartisu, or the Japanese system of wrestling... I slipped through his grip... -- The return of Sherlock Holmes
-- When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target. -- author unknown
-- To tremble before anticipated evils, is to bemoan what thou hast never lost. -- Johann Wolfgang Goethe
-- When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target. -- author unknown
-- To tremble before anticipated evils, is to bemoan what thou hast never lost. -- Johann Wolfgang Goethe
New Excerpts from Budo Training
I, Deshi, speak the profound words of wisdom the Antagonistic Buddha shared in our training this week:
-- Tranquil as a forest. But on fire within. Once you find your center, you are sure to win. We must be swift as the coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon. With all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
-- Fear is the perception of a failed outcome; nothing more. Leave fear behind. Tell yourself you are good at this; and just do your job. Just do your job and trust that you will get through it.
-- Tranquil as a forest. But on fire within. Once you find your center, you are sure to win. We must be swift as the coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon. With all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
-- Fear is the perception of a failed outcome; nothing more. Leave fear behind. Tell yourself you are good at this; and just do your job. Just do your job and trust that you will get through it.
The Last Two Drunken Disciples of God Join
Greetings, Gentles. The Stout Master continues his chronicle of the Antagonistic Buddha's youth. We are now examining his college years, a time when he was still called, J_____. In my last report, I described the foundation of "the Drunken Disciples of God," a secret society devoted to debate. I pick up the story with the addition of new members.
Tom Collins suggested the fourth member of their cabal: Kate. Tom Collins felt strongly that a woman's voice needed to be at the table, and it helped that Kate brought balance in other areas. Like Tom Collins, she had no kung fu. She was, in fact, an avowed pacifist. Kate also professed to be an atheist, which brought some much needed irony to the "Drunken Disciples of God." Her debating style was fearsome and her specialty was dramatically deconstructing faulty logic. Kate was famous for reducing strong men to tears.
However, Kate was also tall, blonde, and leggy. She had the kind of looks that make men stupid. It was little wonder when the Drunken Master fell madly in love with her. Kate was the Yin to his Yang. Although Kate returned his attention, she did not truly return the Drunken Master's love. The two hovered near each other with the impending tragedy of a moth and flame. The Drunken Master was soon lost in her.
Kate brought another issue to the Drunken Disciples of God. Now they were four, and it was possible to deadlock on votes. This was particularly a problem because Kate delighted in opposing the Drunken Master even on insignificant issues. Clearly a fifth permanent, voting member was necessary. J_____ believed he had the perfect candidate.
J_____ met Nick through the campus karate club. Nick was a brown belt in kyokushin kai karate and went by the nickname, "Scratch." Kyokushin kai is an aggressive and direct style, and Scratch sparred with brutal efficiency. The Great Sage says Scratch had one of the most powerful roundhouse kicks he has ever encountered. Scratch loved a good fight, and he told everyone he'd done a 50-Man Kumite in high school.
In debate, Scratch's reputation was for incisive common sense. he used this talent to strong effect for the Drunken Disciples of God as the tie-breaking vote and Devil's Advocate. As Devil's Advocate, Scratch's job was to assess the flow of the discussion and jump in on behalf of the weaker side. His deft ability to change sides abruptly caused some observers to label him devious or subversive, but this was his appointed role. Despite being the most junior member of the permanent group, Scratch was respected and treated as an equal.
Yet, adding Scratch to the Drunken Disciples of God changed the dynamic. the observers -- those on the fringes of the society -- noticed the changes first, but couldn't quite put their finger on what was wrong. or what was changing.
But it was someone outside the society, one of J_____'s friends, who first noticed the looks that passed between Kate and Scratch...
Tom Collins suggested the fourth member of their cabal: Kate. Tom Collins felt strongly that a woman's voice needed to be at the table, and it helped that Kate brought balance in other areas. Like Tom Collins, she had no kung fu. She was, in fact, an avowed pacifist. Kate also professed to be an atheist, which brought some much needed irony to the "Drunken Disciples of God." Her debating style was fearsome and her specialty was dramatically deconstructing faulty logic. Kate was famous for reducing strong men to tears.
However, Kate was also tall, blonde, and leggy. She had the kind of looks that make men stupid. It was little wonder when the Drunken Master fell madly in love with her. Kate was the Yin to his Yang. Although Kate returned his attention, she did not truly return the Drunken Master's love. The two hovered near each other with the impending tragedy of a moth and flame. The Drunken Master was soon lost in her.
Kate brought another issue to the Drunken Disciples of God. Now they were four, and it was possible to deadlock on votes. This was particularly a problem because Kate delighted in opposing the Drunken Master even on insignificant issues. Clearly a fifth permanent, voting member was necessary. J_____ believed he had the perfect candidate.
J_____ met Nick through the campus karate club. Nick was a brown belt in kyokushin kai karate and went by the nickname, "Scratch." Kyokushin kai is an aggressive and direct style, and Scratch sparred with brutal efficiency. The Great Sage says Scratch had one of the most powerful roundhouse kicks he has ever encountered. Scratch loved a good fight, and he told everyone he'd done a 50-Man Kumite in high school.
In debate, Scratch's reputation was for incisive common sense. he used this talent to strong effect for the Drunken Disciples of God as the tie-breaking vote and Devil's Advocate. As Devil's Advocate, Scratch's job was to assess the flow of the discussion and jump in on behalf of the weaker side. His deft ability to change sides abruptly caused some observers to label him devious or subversive, but this was his appointed role. Despite being the most junior member of the permanent group, Scratch was respected and treated as an equal.
Yet, adding Scratch to the Drunken Disciples of God changed the dynamic. the observers -- those on the fringes of the society -- noticed the changes first, but couldn't quite put their finger on what was wrong. or what was changing.
But it was someone outside the society, one of J_____'s friends, who first noticed the looks that passed between Kate and Scratch...
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