Category Archives: Martial arts

Putting FIRE into the Firefly TV Show

Handy to know that if’n you get pinched on this here fancy rock, somebody’s coverin’ your aft.

Thanks to Chaz for blogging about this story and bringing it to my attention, although I’m amazed I didn’t hear about it when it happened.    A college professor put up a poster of Capt. Mal from Firefly outside his office door, and the University wanted it taken down.  He refused and almost lost his job.  But thanks to an organization known as FIRE (Foundation for Individual Rights in Education), the prof got to keep his poster and his job.

“Later that year, FIRE also produced a short film featuring Neil Gaiman documenting the case, “DontMessWithFirefly! HowScifiFansMadeaCampusSafeforFreeSpeech.” The film went on to winanAnthemAward at FreedomFest this year.”

The title of the article is from one of my favorite quotes from Capt. Mal regarding the oppressive ruling Alliance:  “No more runnin’.  I aim to misbehave.”

Glad we gave the purple-bellies a good blasting.  Fuzzie-wuzzies all around!

Book Review: “How Non-Violence Protects the State” by Peter Gelderloos

As a martial artist and advocate of self-defense, violence and non-violence are subjects of great interest to me.  So when I was gifted a copy of “How Non-Violence Protects the State” I devoured it in two sittings.

What I liked:

The gyst of Gelderloos’ argument is that pacifism doesn’t create real change and that the iconic examples of passive resistance are either fantasies, fabrications, or distortions.  In an interesting and convincing way, he provides a thought-provoking counterpoint to the pacifist’s view.  I’m not an expert on the history of struggle, so I can’t promise you that Gelderloos’ history is any more accurate than the popular one but it sounds earnest.  Factual or not, it’s good for us to criticize our idols — even MLK, JFK, and Gandhi.  I’m a believer in the axiom that we are each our own heroes, and this book’s gears mesh okay with that.  It’s a hole-punching good time for anyone who enjoys a good paradigm roast.

What I didn’t like:

Although Gelderloos says activists must embrace all tactics in the struggle for change, I got the distinct impression that he thinks pacifists are pie-in-the-sky ninnies who don’t have the stones to do wet work.  I can’t help imagining that behind the page lurks a slightly less twisted version of  G. Gordon Liddy in a t-shirt with a giant “A” on it.  I hope I’m wrong.

My personal view on the subject of resistance:

Patriarchy goes back to the development of agriculture, when humans started slapping around Mother Nature.  We gave up hunting and gathering, raped Her with a plow, and started taking our food by force.    From this original abuse grew the patriarchal division of labor, patriarchal religions, governments, laws, and all the rest.

As long as rape is the way we feed ourselves, civilization will be patriarchal to the core.  We humans are always imposing our will on Nature.  We’re addicted to the shopping, the T.V., and the carbs.  It’s how we roll.

Democracy, Communism, Fascism, Socialism, etc., are all just different tires on the same old car.  Resistance, violent or non-violent, is only tire slashing.  It’s great to stop the car for a bit.  It’s better than nothing.

But things won’t really change — permanently — until we have the guts to ditch this clunker and go to rehab.  Until then we’re ridin’ dirty.

Martial Arts Aren’t for Kids

Getting “Wisdom of the Raven: The Mystic Way of Cabal Fang” ready for publication on Smashwords started me thinking about the reasons I started Cabal Fang.  One of the big reasons is that I no longer wanted to be teach people how to be obedient cogs in the Civilization Machine.  And then I realized that, although I’ve told all my friends, I’d never publicly explained my position on martial arts for kids.

First of all, let me say that I taught Korean Karate (TKD/TSD hybrid arts) to inner city kids for years through the YMCA and City of Richmond Recs & Parks. I meant well, and I believe 99% of martial arts instructors mean well too.  But I noticed first hand some things that others didn’t seem to see, and I stopped teaching kids.  Eventually I developed Cabal Fang — which I specifically designed for adults only.

Martial arts can be great for adults.  Here’s why I don’t recommend it for children.

Kids don’t learn that fighting is a dangerous last resort.

Martial arts indirectly teach kids that fighting is ‘cool.’  Sometimes they even do it directly and without shame.  I recently saw a martial arts school website where they advertised pizza and “martial arts movie nights” for kids — which is basically a babysitter armed with bad food and even worse messages.

Direct messages like the example above are easy to spot, but the indirect ones are less obvious.  The first problem is that no sane instructor is going to let kids fight with any level of contact approaching realism.  The kids spar at a very low contact level while layered in padded foam.  Fighting is rendered a safe and innocent-seeming ballet of violence.  Kids aren’t stupid.  No matter what the master says, they get the message of the action: that fighting is cool and fun.

Kids don’t learn self-discipline.

What they learn is that you have to take orders from adults and more advanced students if you’re going to get your next belt.  That’s a far cry from self-discipline.  If you want your kid to learn how to be a good little soldier and obey the pecking order, you’ve come to the right place.  But not if you want to encourage your kid to form peer relationships with others and peacefully stand up to anyone for what they believe — kids, parents, and stupid adults included.

Kids don’t grasp the spiritual side of the martial arts.

As a general rule, kids can’t comprehend the intricacies of meditation and contemplation.  They will sit and pretend to be meditating because they know it won’t last very long and pretty soon, if they’re quiet and obedient, they’ll be allowed to bang on each other some more.

If you want to teach your kid self-discipline, that fighting is bad, and how to get along with others, enroll them in a team sport like Football, Baseball, Basketball, Soccer, etc. with a good coach.  Better yet, teach them yourself.  If you don’t know how, read a couple of good parenting books and the whole family will benefit.

If you’re dead set on self defense training for your child, enroll them in the school wrestling program or in a good Judo or Jiu Jitsu school (not MMA).  Just check out the coach/master first and make sure there’s no freakish weight-cutting going on and that there’s an emphasis on the team aspect.

Wrestling is full contact with no strikes.  At least your child will learn that fighting is dangerous and that it hurts.

Restoring a Lost Word

Philistine (Phi*lis”tine):  A person deficient in liberal culture and refinement; one without appreciation of the nobler aspirations and sentiments of humanity; one whose scope is limited to selfish and material interests.  (Webster’s Revised Unabridged Dictionary, 1913 Edition)

Goethe said, ‘The Philistine not only ignores all conditions of life which are not his own, but also demands that the rest of mankind should fashion its mode of existence after his own.’

There are lots of these people around, and as it happens, there’s a word for them.  The problem is, when I use it in conversation people go all glassy-eyed.

Can we please add this word back to our everyday lexicon?

JCVD and GSP

Yes, as a spiritual person and a serious martial artist I am aware of the obvious criticisms of MMA, martial arts movies, and the men and women who participate in those activities.  I am often critical of both myself.

I am not a star-struck idol worshipper who thinks these guys are perfect.  But GSP (George St-Pierre) is probably the smartest, most professional, intelligent and skilled mixed martial artist alive today.  And as for JCVD (Jean-Claude Van Damme), you can’t say you know anything about what he’s capable of as an actor until you’ve seen the movie JCVD.  His spiritual side is clearly at war with his ego.  Sometimes his ego wins.  But at least there is a battle, which is more than many people can say.

Now, with all the qualifications done, let me say that JCVD and GSP are too much cool for one dojo.

Thanks to MMA Mania for the article about their budding friendship.

Wunderkammer and Crunchholdoh

Crunchholdoh.net album cover — if you guys spot this and ask me to take this down I will.  It’s really cool though, so I hope you don’t make me.

This weekend I was cleaning out my Sanctum Sanctorum (a.k.a. “The Shed” — my workout room and ritual space) and I came across some stuff from Zinefest (either 2010 or 2011, I can’t be sure).  Among them was a zine called “Wunderkammer” by Whitney Rainey and this CD by Crunchholdoh.net.  I’m pretty sure Whitney did the album cover — her style is pretty distinctive.

Whitney’s zine is thought provoking and well worth a read.  Someday, maybe at a future Zinefest, I’ll be able to look her up and discuss the imagery.  She seems to have a fascination for patriarchal, presidential figures like Teddy Roosevelt.  Based on imagery alone, I suspect she has the same conflicting feelings toward Teddy that I do — admiration for a tough old bird who may have been forward-thinking for his time, but fearful and distrusting of what worship of these figures has become.  Like all good art though, everyone who reads it will see something different.

On the way to work this morning I put the CD in the truck stereo and was treated to the existential earwig that is Crunchholdoh (Track 5, Addressing the Homeless is still stuck in my head).  I’m not a music critic, and I’m not very hip, but I’ll try to write a review by suggesting titles for this apparently untitled record: Echoes of Atari Mindscapes, Scales of the Infinite City, Metronomes and Thought Museums, Mode: Life-Mirrors.  Anyway, with the early morning sun coming in through the truck window, it was pretty magical.

It’s so amazing that people make art that enriches other people’s lives.  I don’t even know these people, and yet they made my day.

The “666” No-gear Workout

Run (6) twenty-five yard dashes, do (60) Prisoner Squats, and do (6) Jackknifes.  That’s the “Six/Sixty/Six.”  Repeat six times.  If you get it done in twenty minutes or less you may not be the beast but you are definitely a beast (it took me 24:48).

20 min. Half-Pyramid Workout

Do one Prisoner Squat, one Wall Touch each hand, one Jack-knife, and one Steam Engine.  Then, 2 of each, then 3 of each, then 4, etc. up to 13.  That’s 91 Prisoner Squats, 182 Wall Touches, 91 Jackknifes, 91 Steam Engines in 20 minutes.

Why I Changed My Blog’s Tagline

A week ago my wife asked me what was up with the old tagline for this blog.  That got me thinking.  So I changed the blog’s tagline from “I’m a writer and martial artist who’s trying to save the world” to the new “I’m a Writer, Martial Artist, and Mystic.”

I did this because:

1. Saving the world is still my goal, but instead of whining about what’s wrong, I’ve started talking about what I’m doing.  Most intelligent people already know what the world is up against.  What they don’t know is what the heck they’re supposed to do.

2. A tagline that says you’re trying to save the world translates as “Get ready for a preachy blog full of pie-in-the-sky bullshit written by a whiny guy who thinks he knows everything.”  Since I’m no longer whining, and I never thought I knew everything (and still don’t), a change was in order.

3.  I’d like to sell some books.  People who come here won’t read them if the tagline makes them think my stuff is preachy and whiny.

That is all.

20 min. Core Workout 11/20/12

Sprint (5 meters out and back); Walking Plank (left knee to chest, then right); Jump Squat; Steam Engine. 1 of each, 2 of each, etc. up to 8 and then back down to 1. Total: 20 mins, 64 of each exercise.