My dad loved Westerns. I didn’t. Still don’t. But, I’ve always loved martial arts. The early 70’s TV series Kung Fu had both, so it was something we watched together. I went on to acquire black belts, and my dad got a cowboy hat and boots. Anyways, the show had it’s moments of wisdom, especially … Continue reading Kung Fu, a Monkey, and an Apple
I saw a health club advertisement that started with, “Goals are meant to be crushed.” Can you hear the growling? Another says, “Commit to something.” Uh … no thanks. I need less commitments. The Oxford dictionary defines a commitment as “an engagement or obligation that restricts freedom of action.” Where do I sign? “Lose weight … Continue reading The Elusive Beach Body and the Problem with Goals
“Oh, you’re a martial artist?” “Yeah, long time.” “Cool. What would you do if I did this?” And they proceed to do all kinds of crazy physical attacks on you. They grab you, punch at you, choke you, and kick you. “Hey, check this out. Let me get you in a headlock …” Mmm. No. … Continue reading The Funny/Not-Funny Curse of a Martial Artist
And ...it was awesome! I felt the presence of my master instructor across the dojo, as I practiced kicks on the heavy bag. I knew he was watching and so, I did a bit of showing off. A Retired South Korean military (ROK Armed Forces) and a sixth degree black belt, his experiential wisdom was … Continue reading The Day My Ego Got a Smack-Down
“Pop quiz hotshot. There’s a bomb on a bus. Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up. What do you do? What do you do?!” We can recite movie lines with no notice. That quote is right there, ready to go. We can … Continue reading Pencils Down!
I Am No Yogi 