Week 51, Year of the Naked Bear

Let’s try something a little different. I’ve been trying to take one day a week off from blog writing, but I always feel a smidge bad about not writing on that day. I’m going to try doing an overview of the previous week. Should be an aid to those of you who only read sporadically as well. And it will help me with a large project I plan to kick off in the new year.

Friday Night Fights

Friday Night Fights

Saturday morning after attending the Academie Duello weekly open Fight Night.  Just random thoughts. I choose the photo because it was a nice showcase of geometry. That’s me in the red, facing Aaron. This was a pre-engagement action, testing each other’s guard with movement. I’m using a false edge extension here to see if he wants to snipe with his left hand, which would allow me to counter with the true edge and deliver a thrust to the armpit, or roll for a true-edge cut to the inner thigh if he passes forward.

 Morning

Morning

Monday was my first day of later starts at work. Less money, but more time for writing. I started to stretch out a bit, and it felt good. I chose the photo of Zim on the left, and Phillip on the right. I love the strength and dynamism of the shot. Zim is super-athletic and likes to take chances, Phillip is pure professional gunslinger in his approach. Squeak is grinning because she smells blood about to spill. Tao is grumpy because he’s not fighting.

 No Snow Abounds

No snow abounds

Stretching out in my writing a little more, and thinking about the experiences of new fighters in a class full of very experienced folks. Squeak and She-Hulk fighting in this picture…couple of bad-ass women in mid-scrap? Awesome. To me this photo really captures a lot of what I love about rapier…the dynamism, the speed, the power, athleticism…and danger.

 Snow Day

Snow Day

Well, it snowed. I had to put up a picture of that. Also I get back into my writing groove for real, and rail a little bit against the whining people seem to enjoy so much, bitching about the future they expect not winding up the way they fantasized…as I watched the pretty snow turn to hellish slush.


Guard, Line, Measure…

Guard, Line, Measure…

The virtues of Fencing, compared to the Virtues of Stoicism. The most basic lessons of swordplay. I had such a hard time adapting to them when I took up the sword. They don’t occur in any other martial I art I ever studied, or if they did they were incorrectly understood or practiced by my teachers.  The picture is Worf and Aaron. I liked that Aaron is all solid posture and framed in white, while the evil black monster attacks…


Chankonabe for the soul

Chankonabe for the soul

Last class of the year. We hit up some good wrestling skills, and I explain my favourite wrestling drill and the value of wrestling for swordplay…even for rapier fighters. I chose the picture of me and Squeak because….man, that’s a nice shot. It sort of looks like she punched me forward in time, and I’m just phasing back into reality. It’s actually me utilizing the “pass” flinch against a backfist attack in the 5×5 drill.

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