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The Myth of the Blind Master

Master Po from the TV show “Kung Fu” (courtesy of Wikipedia)

Who is the “blind master?”  The blind master is an archetypal figure who, having lost his sight, gains increased mental, spiritual, and/or physical skills.  He or she appeals to our sense of mystery and wonder by playing to our fear of losing sight while simultaneously holding out the hope that the universe is fair.  The Lord may taketh away, but damn-it-all, He giveth.

My first brush with the myth of the blind master just so happened to be, as far as I’m concerned, the epitome of the avatar in question: Master Po from the TV show Kung Fu.  Portrayed by the late, great Keye Luke,  Master Po was a fascinating character who spoke some of the best TV lines of the 70s, like this gem:

Young Caine: You cannot see.
Master Po: You think I cannot see?
Young Caine: Of all things, to live in darkness must be worst.
Master Po: Fear is the only darkness.

I was only eleven years old at the time, and the show made a huge impression on me.  If not for that show I probably would never have taken up martial arts practice.  Although I have seen other examples of the blind master archetype since then, Master Po is still my favorite.

The next blind master I encountered was the Marvel comics character Daredevil.  This is another cool example, but he’s no Master Po.  Did Master Po get any special powers from having radioactive crud splashed in his eyes?  Heck no.  He earned them the hard way.

I would encounter other blind masters in the Marvel universe, like Blindfold and The Shroud.  But probably the best example of the myth in a Marvel property is Alicia Reiss Masters.   To be a true blind master you have to be able to “see” things that other people don’t see.  You have to be privy to special wisdom, and on that score, Alicia’s got the goods.  As Master Po enlightened Caine, so did Alicia pass on unique insights to Silver Surfer and the Thing — insights  that allowed them to succeed, transcend, and better themselves.

Although he had been around for over twenty years, it wasn’t until the 1980s that I become an adult, got a VCR, and encountered on VHS my second favorite blind master: Zatoichi.  Not the knock-offs mind you, the real Zatoichi as portrayed by Shintarô Katsu.  The adventures of the blind masseur¹ are some of the best movies ever.  These tales show a blind man possessed of incredible martial skills and intermittent street smarts who finds himself put in the most emotionally tortuous situations imaginable.  In the end he always emerges victorious in the flesh but bruised and bloodied in his soul.

My favorite of those movies is Zatoichi’s Flashing Sword.  When his love is crushed, and all hope for a life in the sun is plunged into darkness, our hero plunges his enemies into darkness — by slashing all the candles and lamps in their craven hideout.  In a maze where only he can “see,” Zatoichi stalks them like a demon while we, as enraged as the character, cheer him on and fight to keep our seats.

My VCR also piped in what is, for the purposes of this article at least, the ultimate blind master origin story: Wait Until Dark.  Starring Audrey Hepburn, and featuring Alan Arkin as one of the greatest film villains all time, this is not a movie.  This is a film, a motion picture, a thriller elevated to true art.  Hepburn is, well, Hepburn.  She’s an icon for a reason, and she’s at her beautiful, delicate, and talented best in this one. Richard Crenna’s performance is masterful, Arkin’s Roat is a walking nightmare, and Geraldine’s turn as the referee is unforgettable.²  If you haven’t seen this one, get it and watch it immediately.  It’s how thrillers are supposed to be made.

Hepurn’s character Susy, left alone by her husband for the first time since being recently blinded, finds herself wrapped up in a complex plot involving three con-men searching for a missing drug cache.  Susy is forced to dig deep, harness every ounce of cunning, and use every sensory skill in order to survive.  If Master Po is the ultimate metaphysical blind master, Susy is the ultimate pragmatic one.  She may start the movie a helpless housewife but she ends it a powerful, battle-tested woman.  Don’t fuck with Susy.

Then followed other minor appearances of the blind master, like Blind Fury starring Rutger Hauer and video game characters like Kenshi of Mortal Kombat.  Good depictions but hardly great.   I would have to wait until 2003’s The Matrix Revolutions to get another true blind master in the form of Neo.  Blinded by Smith, Neo goes on to defeat Smith by committing virtual suicide.  But by then the bloom was off the Matrix’s rose.  Neo’s blindness seemed a little like a trope and his death evoked little pathos.  Revolutions was just a slogging end to what had begun with such amazing promise in the first and second films.

In 2009 a flick came out called Samurai Avenger but the reviews were so poor I haven’t bothered to risk the time investment.  I’m going to go out on a limb and predict this one is just another hack job.

I saw The Book of Eli, and although it was quite good, and Denzel’s Eli checks off all of the boxes on the blind master job application, he still didn’t blow me away.  Maybe I had a hard time believing that a blind guy without a cane could walk through world strewn with debris, stairs, and doorsteps and only stumble once.

I hear they’re remaking Kung Fu for the big screen.  I really hope they don’t screw it up.  While I wait for it, or some other cinematic blind master to make his appearance, somewhere Master Po is listening.  He hears a tinkling of bells, the sound of water spilling over stones, the miniscule sound of a grasshopper’s feet in the dust.

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¹ No that’s not a typo for “master.”  Zatoichi is a masseur.  That said, he seems to give a pretty crappy massage.  Or maybe Shintarô-san is just a bad masseur.  Hard to tell.

² Geraldine is the knife belonging to Arkin’s character Roat.  Referees aren’t supposed to play in the game, but Roat is a cheat.  And then the fun begins…

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Moroccan Majadra with Beef Recipe

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My “Moroccan Majadra.”

It’s been awhile since I posted one of my 4-ingredients-or-less recipes, so here’s one for you — an aromatic little beauty for people who (like me) get sick and tired of the same old flavors.

If you are eating on the CUT! program, this one is okay for Stages 1 and 2 (Okay at Stage 3 if you remove the rice).

Moroccan Majadra with Beef

1 lb ground beef chuck, cooked in crumbles and drained

1/2 cup lentils (dry volume)

1/4 cup brown rice (dry volume)

1 1/4 cup green peas (cooked volume)

“Moroccan Cobra” spice mix (1/2 teaspoon or more, to taste)

Salt to taste

Cook lentils, brown rice, and peas per package directions.  Drain any remaining water.  Brown burger until cooked thoroughly and drain fat.  Combine everything, while still hot, in a large skillet over low heat.  Sprinkle on Moroccan spice mix and salt, stir, mix, and generally shuffle it around until it’s piping hot.  Serve it in a bowl garnished with a sprig of mint (if desired).  Makes 5 servings.  Nutrition facts: Calories (281), Protein (25), Fat (11), Carbs (20), Fiber (6).

“Moroccan Cobra” spice mix

To make my “Moroccan Cobra” spice mix, combine equal parts of the following ground spices:  cardamom, nutmeg, cinnamon, ginger, and black pepper.

1,000 Days of Productivity!

doc2As of today I have logged my productivity for 1,000 days.  I have tracked my workouts, number of words written, and other sundry things, since 1/3/2012.

Check out my productivity log here.  It contains notes and comments, which means that fans of my writing may be able to figure out what new and dazzling publications are in the pipeline.  Or, if martial arts and/or fitness are your thing, go and get some workout ideas.

And I’m also kind of proud of the fact that my books have now been downloaded 1,503 times since I debuted on Smashwords back on 10/3/2012.  Not too shabby for an independent writer, if I do say so myself.

Zines for Sale!

spvol3The revamp of PTDICE.COM is finally done, and all of the new ‘zines are up for sale.  Now you don’t have to wait for RVA Zinefest to get copies of the Secret Pyramid Series:

Alive! 50 Ways to Avoid Danger and Defend Yourself
Secret Pyramid Series, Vol. 1.

Everybody should know that you can’t learn physical self-defense skills — actual fighting skills — by reading a book.  But everybody should also know that self-defense is 90% prevention, and that’s where this booklet really shines.  Learn specific skills, drills, and prevention strategies, including defense against dogs, how to navigate hostile crowds, and much more!  16 pages, 3,200 words.

Shake it Up! 50 Ways to Break Routines, Shake Things Up, and Foster Creativity
Secret Pyramid Series, Vol. 2:

Stagnation is everybody’s enemy, doesn’t matter if you are an artist, entrepreneur, anarchist, manual laborer, or cubicle monkey.  This little booklet, though short, gives you tons of bang for your buck — break the spine of stagnation and climb out of your rut!  10 pages, 2,000 words.

Lead! How to Motivate, Inspire, and Manage Groups
Secret Pyramid Series, Vol. 3

I’ve been managing, leading, and organizing groups for 30 years, and I’ve distilled everything I’ve learned — everything that really works! — into this little booklet.  Of all the non-fiction pieces I’ve written, this one is the best value for the price.  If you’re not a better leader by reading this booklet I’ll eat my hat (and not one of my tasty wool ones, one of my polyester trucker hats).  32 pages, 7,500 words.

CUT! How to Lose Weight and Get the Muscle Definition You Always Wanted
Secret Pyramid Series Vol. 4

Don’t let the kitschy cover fool you — this is a real program with proven results.  Take it from a guy who used to be 80 pounds overweight: you really can get the weight off, and sport the muscle definition you always wanted, without expensive gym memberships, pricey equipment, mail order food, or insane workouts!

What I Learned from the U2 Debacle

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Something dawned on me that kinda slipped my mind for a minute.

I learn things and then I forget them and I then I relearn them again.  There’s this pattern [I catch myself sounding like Bush, I gulp and spit mouthwash].

Some weird thing happens, and that reminds me of stuff I already know and then I re-learn stuff.  This happened the other day when the whole U2 debacle unfolded.   Nico Lang, with withering aplomb, summed it up over at Salon:  “Bono has spent the last three and a half decades trying to get everyone to like him, but the greatest PR coup he could ever pull is to finally stop caring.”

Reality check.  Lately I’ve been drifting into people-pleaser territory, and that ain’t me.  So I hit myself in the head with that Salon article and instituted a course correction.

I’m never going to be the world’s most popular writer.  My novels are weird and hard to categorize by any clear genre, my martial arts stuff combines the extremely practical with the esoteric (which probably annoys the hard martial artists as well as the soft), and my ‘zines are more produced, and have a completely different vibe, than the ones everybody else shows up with at zinefests.

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I detest blind patriotism and when I hear “America, wrong or right!” I get hives. But I think Captain America is a bad-ass super-hero and I feel like the USA is a pretty cool country when she’s hitting on most of her cylinders.

My politics are a 50/50 mix of Deep Green Anarchy and Libertarianism, so I piss off almost everyone I talk to that subject.  I wretch at blind patriotism; yet I love Captain America and I still think America at her best  is friggin’ awesome.

As for religion, I’ve practiced several (Christianity, LDS, Buddhism, Taoism, Shamanism, Wicca).  Eventually I turned away from the idea of adhering to a faith and became a simple mystic with an appreciation for Qabalah.  I’m pretty sure this paragraph contains enough to piss off 2/3 of the entire planet.

And so on.

I gotta be me.  I knew this, I just needed the U2 debacle to signal that I was headed off course.  Conformity has a lot of gravitational pull.  Sometimes you have to check your gauges and make sure you aren’t drifting.

My Shop Rag (and a freebie)

red rag pocketAwhile back I wrote a post at the Hulltown 360 blog about a little epiphany I had concerning the humble, red shop rag.  Dodge over there and read the details if you want, but the upshot is that I now carry a red shop rag in my back pocket at all times.

My red shop rag symbolizes a practical, get-things-done attitude.  It says that I’m not too good to get in there and get my hands dirty.  It says I came to work, not stand around and run my mouth.  Nothing ticks me off more than lollygagging (especially when people want to stand around and talk martial arts theory ad nauseum, but don’t want to put in a damned mouthpiece and get a sweat on).  As you can tell, I feel pretty strongly about it.

wpid-20140921_062549.jpgThat’s why I decided to give away a free shop rag with every order at my webstore First one’s free, extras are $1.00 each.  You can clean up a spill, check your oil, wipe away sweat, blow your nose, stuff like that.

And wherever you go, it sends the message that you didn’t show up just to screw off.

 

 

 

 

 

Star Trek and the New Dark Age

People don’t refer to the Middle Ages as the “Dark Ages” as frequently as they used to.  I guess we figured out that things weren’t as dark as we previously thought or something.  Still, I hope we can all grasp the concept of a “dark age” metaphorically.  And if we think about it for more than thirty seconds, we can see that we’re in a dark age right now.

That’s right, I said it.  We’re in a New Dark Age.

Okay, it’s true that there was some light in the Dark Ages, just as there is some light in the New Dark Age.  I’m talking about an over-arching theme here, not writing a doctoral thesis.  As Dr. McCoy would say, “I’m a writer not a History professor.”

Star Trek is a great way to frame my theme because that show was a bright and shiny view of the future.  Gene Roddenberry (the show’s creator, in case you were raised under a rock) thought that things were going to be so bright we’d all have to wear shades.  I think he saw people waking up to the evils of racism and protesting the Vietnam War, saw all the technological advances and the booming space program, and he thought that we really were at the dawning of the Age of Aquarius.

But the reality is that we are like the tribbles in Star Trek, the little creatures who fucked their brains out and then starved to death in a storage container full of grain.  We continue to multiply on an overpopulated world and, though we’re steeped in mind-boggling technological advancements, we’re starved for intellectual nutrition and meaning.

We’re camping in line for a week to get the new iPhone, but there are no lines forming to get 40 acres and mule at the new Mars colony so we can ease population pressure here.  Nobody’s pre-ordering that new cheap, easily installed hyper-insulation for their existing home, or even standing on queue to ride that new super-efficient mass transit system, because those things haven’t been invented yet.  World saving isn’t sexy and it doesn’t pay.  Not like app-cloning, social media development, and stock brokering do.  I guess that’s why so many of our promising young minds are headed to Silicon Valley and Wall Street.

In Roddenberry’s day we were dreaming of the stars, planning our first manned space shot, and thinking of going to the Moon.  We were evolving spiritually too.  New Age philosophy was drawing its first breath and Wicca was starting to take off.  The Unitarian Universalist Church formed in ’61.  Minds were opening up to new possibilities.  Things were looking up.

Fifty years later: the space program is abandoned and we’re mired in endless wars.  We’re getting dumber and dumber every year.  We’ve literally and metaphorically given up on trying to “explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations.”  We’re no longer seeking out new worlds inner or outer, no longer trying to find new lives and new civilizations here or elsewhere.  Like the Roman Emperor Nero, we’re fiddling on electric devices while the earth burns, reducing communication to 6 seconds and/or 140 characters, and cracking each other up in the Reddit r/atheism thread.

What we need is a new Renaissance.  We ushered one in before and we can do it again.  In the ’60s the saying was “Turn on, tune in, drop out.”  In the 10s it should be “Turn off (the gadgets), tune in, drop out.”  If we wake up and get our butts in gear, that should be no tribble at all.

This is how I did it

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This is me, aged 53, with 11% body fat. If you’re an old fart like me the program works. If you’re younger, it’ll work even better.

My 48-page booklet is called “CUT! How to Lose Weight and Get the Muscle Definition You Always Wanted” and you can get it for just $5.99.

(Damn I hate commercials, and really hate to put them on this blog, but baby needs a new pair of shoes…)

I could’ve padded it with 50,000 words of blah-blah-blah, turned into a fancy DVD program or download, etc.  But I didn’t.  I kept it short — and priced it low — because I want every Dick, Jane, Pat and Tracy to be able to enjoy and afford it.

No insane workouts, no weird food, no bull crap.  If my dried up old ass can do it, you can too.