A Klingon Walks Into a Bar…

The sublime joys of being a martial artist…Last night we headed out to a new place to enjoy some after-class beer and talking. We’d been alternating between two places. One, the Whip, had good food and beer, but was really noisy and only had limited gluten-free food for our celiac-affected companion. Also…kinda super-hipstery. Lots of raised eyebrows whenever we go in. But…good beer. Our second place was Max’s burgers, which have awesome burgers with bacon marmalade and good beer. And really nice staff who actually asked us to come back and be regulars. Nice. You have to appreciate that, but our wallets disagree. Great food comes at great price. Worth it, but we can only afford it once in a while. So last night we hit a new place, the Wallflower. Again, hipster as all f-word. It’s apparently a thing, now. More raised eyebrows when we went in, but we…

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From the Archives: Secrets of Edges

Shaving with a straight razor is an excellent education for a swordsman. You learn to be decisive, as the blade is so sharp that if you pause while in contact with the skin, you can bleed. And you learn your limits as well, because if you are tired, grumpy, or lazy, you will bleed. You learn to take time to do things right, as a well-prepared shave is pure satisfaction. You also learn self-sufficiency, because you have to put your own edge on the blade, and maintain it. Which is today’s lesson on fencing: a comparison of edges. In my houseful of sharp objects, one stands out…my antique straight razor. It’s stupidly sharp. I restored it’s edge myself. When I got it it could barely cut cheese, never mind my very tough facial hair. I hit the web for a few weeks, searching and reading everything I could find about…

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CNAT Finale

I woke up with the sun Saturday morning, had a yurt all to myself. I drank some water, got dressed, and did my morning workout on the wooden floor. Went over my class notes, read a little, wrote a few brief notes. It was peaceful and quiet, I felt completely alone and calm. Grabbed my notebook and decided to head down to the main hall and see about getting some coffee. See if anyone was up yet, or if they were all still sleeping off the beer and fire-driven craziness of the night before. I saw one or two people walking about on my way down. A few more in the hall, milling about. I said my good mornings, got my coffee, and walked over to outside deck to check out the view of the ocean. And that’s when I realized everyone wasn’t still sleeping in. Just barely eight in…

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Cascadia North Accolade Tournament 2012

Right, part one of my recollections of Cascadia North. First up will be my raw notes, taken at various points in the weekend and only edited for spelling and grammar. Read at your own risk! Friday Night It’s one AM and I’m completely smashed. I helped myself like a greedy pig to the public keg. It didn’t seem like a lot at first, but one cup after another, and the conversations flowed. Devon made a great speech about responsibility and/in swordplay, and I’ve asked him to write a guest post on it. He talked about putting faith and responsibility on the practitioner, trusting each other to fight with valour and integrity and still keep a sense of responsibility towards our fellow fighters. Powerful stuff. I can’t recall it, because I got into the bourbon afterwards. I know I look forward to nagging him about that post! Good people here. David…

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