Black Belt

A black belt is all about kicking ass and taking names, registering your fists as lethal weapons, and pitying the fool who makes the mistake of pulling a weapon on you. Or at least that’s what I thought five and a half years ago when I began my journey down the path of a martial… Continue reading

Excuses, excuses

Ahem. *Takes off shoe and slams repeatedly on desk* AHEM. Listen up ladies and gents, minions and transients. A snitch, who shall remain nameless for safety reasons, informed me that you’ve failed to keep this website updated during my four-month haitus. Unacceptable. What do you have to say for yourself? *Stares at you with bulging,… Continue reading

Ants Are Awesome

Ants are awesome. And by awesome I mean the traditional “awe-inspiring” definition. Sure, they lack the majesty of a colossal supernova and do not evoke existential feelings of wonder like the Grand Canyon. But, if you look below the surface (heh, get it?) they are badass powerhouses of nature. Ants are larger than humans. Mass… Continue reading

The Soul of Martial Arts

Before Enlightenment, chop wood carry water. After Enlightenment, chop wood carry water. – Zen proverb One of the first teachings that was hammered into my skull when I first started training in martial arts was that a black belt means nothing. Well, nothing beyond the completion of a particular curriculum anyway. Just as with any… Continue reading

A Week of Poor Writing

Modern English, especially written English, is full of bad habits which spread by imitation and which can be avoided if one is willing to take the necessary trouble. If one gets rid of these habits one can think more clearly, and to think clearly is a necessary first step toward political regeneration: so that the… Continue reading