Evolution is a trust issue

It was in the middle of a session of sumo wrestling that I suddenly realized I was strong. Stronger that most people, actually. I was tied up with Adam Lein, who had just barreled into me and was working for a grip. I was doing the usual thing I do…trying to counter his movements, trying to not resist and find a superior position so that Adam would trip himself up. And suddenly my brain clicked a little bit. I remember that I had a collar grip on Adam with my right hand, and I just thought…wait a minute, I think I might actually be stronger than him. I’ll test it out. I gripped the back of his head with my right hand, and shoved. Down. I think I just about slammed his head into the ground. Oops. When I was younger, I was a wee little guy. I had a…

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A question about safety

In response to my post yesterday, Steve Silva asked a question about the apparent lack of safety gear in the video. In my response, as usual, I went off on a bit of a tangent and used up all my blog writing time for today. So I’ll share my response with all of you, so you have something to read today. From Steve Silva: This is a sincere question: Why isn’t anyone wearing safety equipment other than masks? Are the hits soft enough to not worry about jackets and pants? Hi Steve, I guess the answer is yes, no, depends, maybe? One one hand, most people locally just really don’t care about minor bruising, cuts or scrapes. They are considered just part of training in a martial art. The people who care wear more protection, but most don’t. It’s just not needed. On the other hand, they are wearing more…

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Cascadia North 2012: Greatest Hits – The Rough Cut

I decided to bite the bullet and upload some footage from the 2012 edition of Cascadia North. I’ve been sitting on most of the footage while I looked for a chance to properly edit it down to a nice short catchy video. Free time seems to be lacking these days, so…here’s a wee peek! And do not take what you see as any sort of indication of anyone’s fighting level. I cherry picked things that I thought might be visually interesting. The attitude of almost every fighter at the event was one of earnest fun, not of trying to better someone else. Respect the fighters and the event before you make any comments…or better yet, show up next year and see what it’s all about.

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From the archives: Ruminations on a Duel

Dug up from the archives, originally posted on another blog a few years ago. Part One It’s been about two years, so I think a retrospect is in order. Mostly to clear up some misunderstandings, but also to share what I learned from the experience. I’ll add conclusions at the end. It started with Justin Ring and I, probably drinking, talking about fencing. Big surprise, eh? We decided that life was short, and the one thing we both wanted to experience was a duel. A real one. So we decided to do it. We picked a date three months in advance, at the first Garibaldi Peak Accolade Tournament. We announced it so we’d commit to it. We decided the best option was first blood, with sabres. Seemed like the safest alternative. We got a pair of the Hanwei Pecarroro sabres, as they seemed light enough not to hack a limb…

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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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