East and West and Up
Worf and Squeak were back in class last night, freshly jet lagged from visiting Austria and Poland. It says something about dedication to training to be hitting class less than 24 hours after touchdown. I fell asleep last night reflecting…
Bruises, and A Shot To The Face
Way back when I was feeling like a hot shot rapier fighter, traveling around and hitting tournaments all over, I had a revelation. I had just wrapped up a solid class, and was feeling pretty damned proud of myself. I…
Risk of Death
Risk of death. It’s on the waiver. Always has been. You can die while practicing our art. It’s not even remotely likely, but it’s still a risk everyone of my students has to accept when they train. It’s more likely…
Token Resistance
No secret that people like to talk about my blog posts, and not so surprising that some people really dislike them. Recently, in a discussion elsewhere about one of my posts, someone wrote an off-hand comment that I assumed was…
Matadora By the Numbers
We got a lot of excellent photos in last night’s class. It was in part due to a lack of equipment, which meant Courtney/She-hulk was able to use her talents with the camera to good effect. It was also partly…
Being Most Excellent
I like to be perfect, but I’m not very good at it. Despite my efforts, I’m constantly making mistakes. It’s pretty obvious, with all my experience, study, and teaching, that I know exactly what to do all the time. At…
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