An eye for fighting

"Shall I tell you the difference between you and I? Level. It's like the story of the monkey trying to capture the moon. No matter how he struggles, it's just the moon's reflection on the water he sees. So he only sinks into the water. Time after time, he sinks. Your fangs will never reach me."

Ok, so this post is going to get a little nerdy, and reference some anime/manga (like the above quote from Bleach). This past Sunday, I attended a seminar that included Jujitsu and Kali. The Jujitsu stuff was pretty straight forward for me, due to previous training. However, there was something about the Kali instruction, as well as my own training.

It reminded me of an episode of Naruto. Long story short, one of the characters has the ability to see and copy or dissect someone else's techniques. The problem in this episode is that he runs into an opponent whose taijutsu (unarmed techniques) is so much better and faster, that even though he can see the technique, there is no way for him to physically counter, because his body's not fast enough.

Now, when you first start training in just about anything, you're pretty much going through so much sensory overload, that even the simplest maneuvers are hard to completely grasp. I mean, you have to deal with your feet, hands, and balance, and your opponents feet, hands, and balance, and the intricacies of where both exist in space and time at any given moment of the technique. During this phase, it's funny to watch white belts.

However, as you get better, you can see the techniques a lot easier, and you can duplicate them fairly easily. There's a lot less "brain" involved. You feet will do what they have to do, and you can naturally position all of the other parts.

While I was at the seminar, Datu Rich Acosta (7th degree Black Belt), demonstrated a number of techniques with the Escrima, but then showed how they directly translated to unarmed fighting. The thing is, he was EXTREMELY fast when it came to the unarmed parts. I definitely couldn't fully catch is hand movements when I saw the techniques. Even as I was able to catch on what was happening, the next thing becomes actually knowing how to react to it. For something that fast, you can't "think". Training will attempt to mitigate the need to figure out what's happening, by using all of your sensory inputs, especially touch, to know what is coming next.

The second issue, though, is disparity in skill.

Now, there's a series of disparities between myself and Leo, who is my current instructor. I started training around 14 years ago, but due to the military, there was a long period where I didn't advance in my training. Meanwhile, Leo has been training for the past 25 years or so. I can completely see what he does, but my ability to stop it (and some of my ability to completely replicate it) isn't there. Interestingly enough, it creates a moving bar for my standard of achievement.

To all the Debbie Downers

To all the Debbie Downers: Yeah, I know the war isn't over. Thanks for the fucking update.

That's not the point. Today is a symbol of victory and revenge against a man who who carved into history a tragedy that defined the past 10 years of our lives, killed innocent civilians, twisted and bastardized Islam to support his evil ends, polarized a nation, and hid just out of reach from our grasp until he was killed in a damn MANSION by silent professionals who may never be able to tell the story that we all want to hear.

Today is a day of joy for all those who lost friends and family, brothers and sisters in arms, and grew up with the images of the attacks burned into their brains.

You can't take this moment away from us.

What's that in my pocket??

Ladies, feel free to just reach in there.

I found this site Everyday Carry, in which individuals post the things that they carry with them on a daily basis. I decided that I would post here what I carry in my pockets (minus talking about my duty stuff and pocket change). I will also include what is usually in my bag, since I pretty much always have one with me.

Pockets
I tend to wear carpenter's pants, so I get that extra pocket on the side of my leg. I also wear covert tactical pants, which add a hidden pocket on each leg, as well as a couple of other ones.

• Wallet
• Small notepad
• 2 pens (usually Zebra F-301)
  
• 1 Sharpie pen (fine point)
• Keys (may be in jacket in winter)
• Store program tags (placed on this, so they sit flat)
• Personal phone and work phone (placed in either the carpenter's pocket or the leg pockets)
• Folding knife

There is also the "Bag stuff." Depending on where I am going there is a small bag and a large bag. Either way, these things are usually in them:

• Leatherman Charge
  
• Megapro 15-in-1 Screwdriver
• Lock Pick set (because someone locked their baby in the apartment, or the fact that the desks at my office have push locks, but no keys)
• Hex key multi-tool (I have repaired many things, including Maureen's chairs)
• Toothbrush (someone else always has toothpaste)
• USB wall plug adapter (most phones now come with this, since they include the usb cable)
  
• Phone charging cable (since a lot of things now use USB micro, I can carry one cord for both phones)
• Inova flashlight (Need to find something on the floor after the movie? Looking under a couch? Search Warrant? This is extremely bright for the money it costs).
• Kindle (trips are boring, and if I'm trapped, at least I can read).
  

So that's about it. I think I have added a camera to the mix from time to time, now that I have one that can fit in a pocket. Feel free to let me know about the stuff you regularly carry. Ladies, don't tell me about your makeup.

Chewing the fat

Last week, I decided to get my body fat measured via caliper. I decided to do this after I learned that the far reading scales can be off by as much as 5 in the measurement, and can be influenced by how hydrated you are. I also had this grand plan of dropping from 184 lbs down to 172 or so. Basically, that was my pre-Afghanistan weight, and I remember being a faster runner (sub 7-minute miles).

Anyway, my body fat measurement using the Jackson/Pollock 3 caliper method was an 8.2. That puts me in the athletic range. However, this method of measuring also has a deviation of +/- 2%. The essential fat range for men is 2-5%, and I probably want to stay away from that.

So now comes the new question: can I drop muscle mass and retain a high (if not obtain a higher) strength to weight ratio?

Some of you may ask, "Are you sure that your run time is due to your weight?" I'm pretty sure of this (unless I'm getting old, although women in bars tell me I look 24). Back in the Army, I was never much of a "runner". That is, I MAYBE got out one a week, in the spring, and ran. Also, any mandatory runs, and running during summer training.

There's always the thought of going vegan, but I like meat. And don't even try to sell me on those vegan, tofu meat-substitutes that taste like crap. Tofurky? To-fuck yourself.

Flashback Friday: Trip to Verona (Italy)

One of the best things about living in Italy was the ability to travel. I wish that I had taken advantage of it more. Maybe later in life, I'll go back to some of these places. Verona was a nice place. Not too touristy. It's also the town where Romeo and Juliet took place.

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Okay, so I've been in for around half an hour, and I am still shivering from my trip to Verona. It was not a bad trip, but sweet Jesus, was it cold. There's an organization called Information, Tours, and Registration (ITR) that runs trips for military personnel, to different places. For all of you that don't know, Verona is the place where the historic story of Romeo and Juliet took place. More on that later.

First off, here are some random pictures of the things that I saw. These really came with no explanation to me, so I'm giving no explanation to you, because I'm too cold to make stuff up.

Okay, so enough random pictures. Now for ones that I can say at least a few words about:

Okay, so it's not historical or anything, but I just had to get a picture. I mean, it's baby yogurt. Probably made from the finest babies available. Soylent Green has nothing on this.

This was just some statue that was around. The guy looked pretty pimped, so I took a picture. Pimping ain't easy.

Okay, these are pictures of the Square and the Coliseum. This coliseum is the fourth largest in Italy, the largest one being the one in Rome, and was constructed in the first century A.D. They hold an annual concert here in the summer. Like the coliseum in Rome, it was designed with an outer wall that surrounded the inner wall, but most of it collapsed due to an earthquake in 1117. Rather than clean it up, the rocks were left there, and it became a quarry for the town, which is why there are no stones there now. The design of the coliseums is such that even if people are screaming and cheering inside, there is almost no noise that can be heard in the Square, which is right outside.

This is the clock tower in Verona. It is the largest tower in the city. It's also pretty close to where Romeo lived. I would have taken a picture of his place, but because of the angles and tight places, all that I could get was his door, and it was a damn big door.

Okay, now for the Juliet stuff.

This is Juliet's balcony. Actually, it is a recreation of the balcony, due to the fact that the actual balcony had been destroyed. This balcony was taken from a similar building and used in the restoration. The girl in the picture on the left was just there.

This is interesting. People come here and stick small love letters and notes up on the wall. Unfortunately, they do it using bubblegum. So it's kind of romantic, kind of unsightly. There's going to be another restoration, where I guess that they will remove all of the gum and stuff.

These are close up picture of two of the letters. The one on the left is sweet, but the one on the right says "Spud, I want your rear." How loving.

This is a side by side shot. On the left, you see a woman writing a note on the wall, along with a bunch of other notes that people have written. On the right, you see a painter, painting the opposite wall white. It was just so funny to see. I mean, I don't know who should feel that their efforts are more futile.

Closeups.

Okay, last but not least, in the courtyard, there is a statue of Juliet. Now the statue's right breast is extremely shiny compared to the rest of the statue. This is because they say that your are supposed to rub it, and it will make you lucky in love, or if you are married, it will strengthen your marriage. Yeah, nothing strengthens a marriage more than rubbing a statue's breast. I assume that it makes single people luckier in love because they now have to justify copping a feel on a statue. And so, it's time for teh gorping pictures:

And that concludes my trip to Verona. Maybe I'll do it again when it's warmer.

Exploding Wardrobe

Before I started with my current employer, I moved all of my personal effects into storage while I went into training, taking with me only a handful of things that would be necessary.

When training was complete, I moved back to NYC, and began house hunting. The process took WAY longer than expected (almost a year and a half). During that time, I moved back home. However, due to space requirements, I was not able to access my personal effects, and had to make due with what was on hand, and/or build from scratch. This building included clothing to wear.

Now, after leaving the army, I had developed a pretty good wardrobe. I was picky about what I bought. While I was living back home, I developed a pretty good wardrobe. Again, picky.

Once I finally had my own place, and had my personal effects back, I ran into a dilemma. I have too many shirts. I mean way too many. I mean, I have redone my closet so that it had two shirt hanging bars (high and low) and both are full. Yet I still have more clothing. I mean, I could dump my t-shirts, but then I would only have polos and button downs. That leaves nothing to relax in.

I actually see this as a major issue should I ever have a live-in gf or get married. Where would she put her clothing. In fact, I'm almost sure that I have more clothing than many of my female friends. That saddens me.

I've donated 3 boxes of stuff to the Salvation Army. Still haven't made a dent.

Clothing is not the only place where this is becoming a problem. There are some other items that have overlapped over time. For example, for some reason, I have 4 peelers. It's not likely that I will snap one on a potato, so those need to go.

Over Training

Last week, I took Friday to Sunday off from working out. I think i had to. I may have been pushing it too hard with my training. I mean, it's good to go hard in your training. But I don't think that doing it twice a day was giving me enough time to rest.

I seriously have no idea how I got through some of my workouts. It was as if once I started moving, I would be good to go. However, afterward, and into the next workout, I was run down and partially broken.

This whole upcoming tryout seems to have me running with minimum direction. No direction or known end, but running as hard as possible the entire time.