Category Archives: Martial arts

Dawn Rises on Occupy Richmond

Occupy Richmond's Dawn

Got up this morning and took some water and supplies to the folks at Occupy Richmond.   It wasn’t literally dawn, but it was a figurative dawn.

What a diverse crowd — I met a 74-year-old man and his wife, a twenty-something young organizer,  and bumped into some friends.  Apparently there were several hundred people out there yesterday, and fifty of them spent the night.

 

The park itself is off limits after 8 PM, so the protesters are having to spend the night on the sidewalk and steps.  Future General Assembly meetings may result in moving the occupation, or possible occupation of the park despite the 8 PM closing time.

Richmond Zinefest 2011

Update 7/18/19:  My club still uses the flag but we’re now called Cabal Fang Temple, and we’re a 501(c)(3) non-profit educational charity.  Visit our website or purchase our 12-week personal growth program at Smashwords, Amazon, B&N, or wherever fine e-books are sold.

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Our Order of Seven Hills Table

Zinefest ’11 was a blast.  Our table had a ton of traffic, we met dozens of great folks, and quite a few said they were going to try working out with us a The Order of Seven Hills.

The joy of Zinefest is direct access to writing and art, the ability to directly communicate with the authors and artists, and a huge injection of creative excitement.

After a day spent in the company of this much creativity, talent, and energy I go home feeling inspired and encouraged to say something, draw something, express something.

My paperweight

 

Top: Mo Karnage from Approaching Apocalypse Zine Distro, the Wing Nut, etc.

Project 333: The Capsule Wardrobe – Sinanju Connection

One of My Shirt & Tie Combos

Ever since I read the first thirty or so Destroyer books back in the ’80s (what can I say?  Sapir and Murphy ain’t Tolstoy, but Remo Williams kicked ass) I’ve toyed from time to time with idea of an incredibly simple wardrobe.  For those of you who haven’t read the books, Remo is a master of the fictional martial art known as Sinanju, and has a closet containing just 5 pairs of khakis and 5 black t-shirts.

Remo kicked me in the head again yesterday when I stumbled on the Wikipedia article on capsule wardrobing.  I was further inspired when I followed the link over to the Project 333 website (this young lady has made it over 3 months on a wardrobe containing only 33 items).  All of this fell completely into place with my Some Kind of Green project and my desire to embody the 3rd Vital Grace of Cabal Fangfrugality.  I knew it would be harder for me that it is for the fictional Remo.  When you’re a globe-trotting assassin tracking down supervillains there’s no dress code, but I work in an office.

I went forward anyway.  Monday night I started by bagging everything that didn’t fit, moved on to things that hadn’t been worn in over 1 year, and finally, with the help of my 13-year-old daughter, I pitched everything that was out of style and/or made me look like Dana Carvey from The Master of Disguise.  The 35-gallon green trashbag full of clothing was almost too heavy to haul down to the truck.  Yesterday I donated everything to Diversity Thrift.

I did not set my goal for 33 items.  Let’s face it, I don’t live in Southern California (it gets very cold and very hot here in VA) and I want to make it forever at this level, not just 3 months.  Plus, I don’t want to get rid of stuff that’s timeless and that fits (that would just be wasteful and silly).  But I got rid of 2/3 of my stuff.  Here’s what’s left in the closet (just like Project 333, this doesn’t include underwear, workout clothes, and any jewelry that is never removed and/or heirlooms):

Belts 3, Hats 5, Shoes 4, Ties 8, Watches 2, Coats 3, Sportcoats 4, Jeans 1, Khakis 4, Slacks 2, Shorts 3, Shirts (LS) 10, Shirts (SS) 8,  T-shirts 10, Suits 2, Sweaters 4.  Total: 73

This list will get smaller as some things wear out and aren’t replaced.  Those things I do replace will be more multi-purpose.

Maybe this doesn’t make any sense to anybody else, but it makes perfect sense to Remo and I.  And it makes sense to a world that’s being destroyed by consumerism, fashion, and excess.

My closet looks great, and I feel like I’m walking on air.

Martial Arts Zine for Activists

I wrote this ‘zine for my friends who are out there every day trying to make the world a better place.  The .pdf is formatted to be printed double-sided and center-stapled to make a 5.5″ x 8.5″ booklet.  I hope it helps.

Self-Defense for Activists

Somebody Had the Same Idea

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Saw this in Adbusters magazine and thought, wow, I must be onto something.

Backcountry Must-Haves

A few things for the backcountry trip to Rapidan WMA

Although these are cheats under my resolution, I had to have them for my “primitive” camping trip to Rapidan WMA this weekend.  I put primitive in quotation marks because the trip will only be primitive in comparison to what camping traditionally means.  I won’t be taking any shelter, no sleeping bag, no flashlights, etc.  Just water, knife, first-aid kit, cordage, and simple food.

Anyway, here’s what I bought.  Clockwise from upper left: (1) Pelican 1020 dry-box for keeping cell phone safe and dry.  (2) Beef jerky.  I usually make my own from organic beef or game meat, but I had no suitable lean cuts on hand.   (3) QuikClot — just in case.  Finally stopped procrastinating and spent the $12.99.  This is what the armed forces use for gunshot wounds, and it’s a great addition to a civilian first-aid kit.

Everything else I need, I either already have or was able to get used or locally.

P.S.: If anybody is interested, I’ll put up my packing lists for camping and for preparing Bug-out bags and First-aid kits.

Lots Going On

Update 7/18/19:  My club still uses the flag but we’re now called Cabal Fang Temple, and we’re a 501(c)(3) non-profit educational charity.  Visit our website or purchase our 12-week personal growth program at Smashwords, Amazon, B&N, or wherever fine e-books are sold.

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* The ‘Some Kind of Green‘ project is yielding results.  I feel better about myself, I’m more productive, and I’m saving money to boot.  If only I had done this 30 years ago.  * Started connecting with other like-minded bloggers (check my blogroll for cool people saying cool stuff).  Keep the faith my brothers and sisters!  * In two weeks my son and I will be spending three days off the grid practicing stone-age skills (since we can’t afford, and don’t want to drive 4.5 hours to attend, MAPS Meet #2 that weekend).  Sorry fellow MAPSsters 😦 * I’ll be attending the free Decolonization class at Wingnut 9/20, 9/27, & 10/4 and blogging about what I learn.  * My martial arts club, The Order of Seven Hills, will be tabling at Zinefest on October 8th.  The best stuff still ain’t for sale at big box bookstores!  * Re-writes of some of my unpublished books are under way and will be available for download at Smashwords by the first of next year.

Fanger Enters Tough Mudder

Cabalfang.com‘s webmaster (my son, aka “Spider”) will be running in the October 22nd-23rd Tough Mudder at Wintergreen, and he’ll be doing us proud in a Cabal Fang t-shirt.  More to come…

Boom Boom, Ed, Dave and Ricky

What do retired boxing champion Ray “Boom Boom” Mancini, Actor Ed O’Neill, and Redbelt director and Pulitzer Prize winner David Mamet have in common?  You might find these four friends, who all study Brazilian Jiu-jitsu,  banging around town together.  Ray works out with Rorian Gracie.  O’Neill (a.k.a. Al Bundy) got his black belt in BJJ in 2007.   Mamet got his purple belt from Renato Magno.

This group needs no bodyguards when they go out for beers.  Especially if they bring along Dave’s old friend Ricky Jay, magician/actor and author of Cards as Weapons.

Truth is officially stranger than fiction.

The Goal: Twenty-five Years Later

I started studying martial arts in 1986.  Soon I had set the goal of achieving the rank of master, and I pursued it with single-minded intent for a long time.

About five years ago I put that goal out of my mind.  I directed my focus to founding a new martial art based on Western concepts and ideals, and on building a club rather than a business. 

Now that I’ve achieved a master’s rank it seems so less important than it did then.  It’s an honor to be sure, and I’m proud.

But what I’m most proud of are the guys who come to the park twice a week rain or shine, in the dark, in blazing sun, in the boiling heat and freezing cold; who brave the bruises and the bugs to work out together.

The honor of their company is far greater than any rank I could every hope to achieve.