on carpet


In the afternoon we ran the Mugairyu seminar. All of the Senpokan folks showed up, as well as several others. After that I tried wakizashi cutting (neat! hard!) and then we did the seated cutting session.


After the sessions we had dinner at a local seafood joint. Niina-gosoke I and crashed, Neeley and BigTony took Yamada-sensei to the bar and pumped him full of scotch. Yamada-sensei made it back at a reasonable hour, but Neeley and Tony didn't roll in until 5am. The got a good hour of sleep and they're looking good for the tournament!

jet-lag

Feeling it now...head is sort of fluffy and everything sounds like it's filtered through earmuffs. Hotel is fine; nice big buffet breakfast and reasonable coffee. Niina-gosoke and Yamada-sensei are settled in nicely.
In the morning we borrowed the dojo and ran a promotion exam. Everyone passed, though we have a bunch to tune up as folks are getting sloppy.
Came back to the hotel and relaxed. Some seminars in the afternoon but we were just hanging out. Went to some lovely BBQ for dinner; stuffed ourselves silly on ribs and pulled pork and steaks (Yamada-sensei was about to explode) and Niina-gosoke had his traditional vanilla icecream for dessert.

joys of travelling

Ah, international travel. Especially on a bankrupt airline. The flight wasn't bad; I was in business, bulkhead aisle with no one next to me, so besides the fact that they didn't give me my meal choice, it was fine. Actually managed to half-sleep for most of the time. After 13 hours, we landed in Chicago, went through immigration, got our bags, through customs, checked our bags back in, and went to our connecting Ted flight to Orlando.
Chicago airport was a zoo; storms up and down the midwest were delaying flights all over the place. We sat on the tarmac for an hour waiting for our turn to take off, and landed in Orlando a bit late. Our luggage, however, was more than a bit late.
Seems they forgot an entire truck of luggage on the tarmac. So our bags were coming on a later flight and would be arriving between midnight and 4am.

oh, the toe!

Everyone crashed after the festival, so some time in the morning the pitter-patter, actually the romp-stomping, of Kairi's little feet shook the house and woke everyone up. Hiroko made french toast and we had a leisurely breakfast before heading over to National Azabu for some shopping.
By then the second little toe on my right foot was nicely purplish-red and hurt like hell. Obviously the nail that had been ripped in half left a lovely pocket of infection. Tried a couple of clinics but everything was closed on Sunday.
Scootered over to Honbu Dojo to send a package and clean up some files on the computer, then on my way home decided to stop by Hiroo Hospital's emergency room.
Doctor gave me the option of cutting and sucking out the nastiness, thereby making the toe much better much faster, or loading me up with drugs. We'll take the drugs please, thank you.
And then we finally watched the last couple of videos of KimmyMustDie, aka 24 Season 2. Unfortunately, Kimmy doesn't die. In fact, she gets away with murder.And kidnapping. And nearly killing a police officer. And losing Miguel's leg. And getting the liquor store owner killed. And a whole bunch of other things. Oh yeah, she is still really, really good at whining for daddy when he's in the middle of saving the planet. And like any good, single father, he indulges her.
But Kimmy is no match for Marie. The psycho little sister does a nice Hannibal impression, complete with backlighting and chains behind a clear plastic jail wall. She deserves her own show.
And Shapel is my hero. He's such a slimeball, I love it.

azabu jyuban festival


Popped over to Suruga-isho to go over the final details of the custom cabinet they're building for the corner in the dining room before Amy, Todd, Narumi, Kairi, Ericka, Haruka, and Aki came over. Amy and Kairi bounced around the loft a bit before we headed over to the festival to load up on food. Kairi's dad came by and then then we dressed up and headed out again, seeking shaved ice. Thought the festival went until 10pm but it turns out it ends at 8:30, so we missed the shaved ice and ended up buying icecream at the Familymart. Same difference.

payday!

Got my final paycheck from Morgan Stanley today. Adding in final pension, substracting housing, etc. and the grand total comes to...just over 60 bucks.
But enough about the past. Worked a good, solid 12 hour day: started with an 8am conference call and put the finishing touches on a final video e-mail just after 8pm. Lotsa work, but it's nice to be getting relevant stuff done.

eighty

Hot is one thing. And then there's humid. Hot & humid? That's a killer.
But tonight it was 80% humidity in the dojo. EIGHTY PERCENT.
That's basically underwater. It's not an issue of sweating -- sweating in the shower doesn't make you more wet. It was just...moist. Damp, wet, humid. Totally, thoroughly unpleasant. Humans are land-faring creatures with a tendency to build roofed shelters for a very good reason: wet sucks.

tully's in da house!

I'll admit it: I'm a Starbucks kinda guy. Given the choice, I'll take Starbucks over Tully's or Seattle's Best any day...then again, Tully's is INSIDE Deutsche, one floor below me. Starbucks is all the way down in the basement.
So, my traditional 10am caffeine infusion is now a Tully's soy latte with a flavor shot. Yesterday it was hazlenuts (sweet but not precocious). Today I tried strawberry. Big mistake. Too syrupy-fake-fruity, and goes not well with the tang of soy. Will have to try vanilla tomorrow...

drug-induced dreams

Slept all day. A Nyquil-induced dream-state of high school friends, neighborhood pets, and random conversations. And colors. Lots and lots of colors. Modern medicine at its best! And I'm feeling considerably better, thanks, despite the fact that my feet fail to touch to earth.

need sleep

Felt a bit hazy all day at work. Went to practice, trained for five minutes and Niina-gosoke took one look at me and said "You look terrible. Go home and sleep."
So I changed and came home. I think he gave me and Kiyokawa his cold!
Need to sleep and get rested; cutting practice tomorrow afternoon, plus off to the states in less than two weeks.

i'm sick (of kimmy)

This whole "working" thing is starting to catch up with me. Had kind of a sore throat all day and feeling like I'm about to catch a cold, so I came home 'early' (before 8) and crashed on the couch. Hiroko made dinner and then we watched another episode of 24 Season 2. Ah, Kimmy...your idiocy knows no bounds! Let's recap, shall we? In this season alone (never mind last season) you've been charged with murder and kidnapping, caused an accident with a police vehicle in which both your boyfriend and the cop were seriously injured, got caught in a cougar trap while being hunted by a cougar, got stuck in a bomb shelter with a recluse in the woods, fired a gun at a guy who stopped to pick you up when you were hitch-hiking, didn't fire your gun at the wacko who almost choked the liquor store owner to death, and are now held hostage in said liquor store, trying to stop the bleeding of the gunshot wound caused by the lunatic who took your gun because you didn't shoot him. And the cops are outside. Kimmy, my dear, will you PLEASE just hurry up and get shot? It's too painful to watch you cry/get kidnapped/held hostage again.

crowded

Had seven people show up for class tonight. That's far too many for such a small dojo, but I hate turning people away when they want to train. So everyone got a mirror and we took our time working on the fundamentals, sharing ideas, and trying things. Was a good practice, but just too crowded. Next time I'll have to crack down and stick to the six people max rule. Even with six it's pretty tight.

fried

Haven't actually used my brain this much in a while. Worked all day on an initial technology strategy business plan, and then went to practice at Honbu. Did some kenjutsu with Kiyokawa but just couldn't focus and was getting clobbered. Taught Sekido-san a bit, and then we rolled cutting targets for the cutting practice on Saturday.
This working all day, training at night thing is gonna fry me.

first day

My first day in the Deutsche Securities Limited, Tokyo Branch office.
Did some administrative stuff with HR, discovered a mild spelling mistake with my first name that prevented my email from working correctly, but other than that things went well.
I have a lovely office on the 20th floor, facing south-west. Beautiful view of Roppongi Hills, Mori Building, and several other nice high rises. I really do love the sprawling expanse of concrete and steel, especially when the hazy fingers of smog and humidity curl about the buildings like so many humid snakes.
My title (according to my business cards) is "Head of Video - Asia/Japan" for Equity Research. Basically I'm in charge of business strategy, planning, and implementation for video distribution and new technologies in Japan and Asia Pacific. That means using technology to push the business forward by lowering costs, increasing efficiency, and maybe even make some money.
Middle of earnings season so all the analysts are running about madly trying to get reports done this week. The research team here was nothing five years ago, and is now one of the top-ranked teams in the region. Lots of young bulls, several established #1's, and in a general a pretty cool attitude. Things are considerably more...chaotic, shall we say, than at Morgan Stanley. That can be bad, but can also be good, as my mandate is to shake things up.
After work I managed to get to Shibuya in time for practice and helped Kiyokawa teach, went home and had dinner with Hiroko, and watched another episode of 24 Season 2. So the nuclear bomb went off in the middle of the desert. As stupid as Kimmy is, George is (was) cool. Though I was really hoping he would put a bullet in Niina, right in front of Jack, just before dying. Sort of a last gift to Jack. But alas, he went out in a cool enough blaze of glory.

last honbu

My last full day of practice before heading back into the slog that is an office drone salaryman.
Got up early and started practice at 10am. Trained with the college students until about 1pm, then we got some Italian for lunch and in the afternoon did tanjo and kenjutsu before calling it a day at 4pm.
Hiroko whipped up a hearty meal of meat and rice, which we ate while watching DVD #7 of 24 Season 2. I simply will not bring up how stupid Kimmy is. What is confusing is, they have no found the nuclear bomb...and there's five DVDs left to go! That's 10 hours, so I guess they REALLY take their time defusing the bomb? Or wait lemme guess: Kimmy gets kidnapped? Like, three times?

shirogane festival

More Tokyu Hands shopping with Hiroko in Shibuya. Is there anything they DON'T sell? Then walked to Aoyama for some toy shopping, and headed home. It rained a bit in the evening, and once it stopped we darted across the street to Shirogane to stock up of festival foods before heading home to eat. Curry, grilled squid, meat-on-a-stick, chicken, scallops and shrimp...all the traditional goodies. Stuffed ourselves silly whilst watching a couple more episodes of Kimmy-Is-An-Idiot, er, I mean 24 Season 2.

cutting videos

Amazing how both Niina-gosoke and my dad are on the same wavelength. Both insist on seeing cutting videos. So this morning I met Kiyokawa and Ohtsuka at Tokiwamatsu Elementary School in Shibuya (we were hoping to be able to use their gym for Monday classes, but looks like only Tuesday is available), then we went to Azabujyuban, met Iwata-chan, had lunch and shaved ice with anko, and came home to cut.
I didn't soak the targets well enough, so we had a tough time cutting, but in the end we got some decent clips. So let's see them! I hear you ask...well Ohtsuka-san provided the camera but brought the wrong cable, so I couldn't download the clips onto my machine for web-posting. Gimme a couple more days.
In the evening Hiroko and I cruised to master's Kushimasu in Ichikawa (our old hangout) as Packy was in town. Been a long time since we've gotten out there. Meat-on-a-stick is still tasty as ever, and Hugh's son Toshiki is a monstrously big and vigorous 4! We played "Big Jump! Little Jump! BIG JUMP!" and "Up! Down! UP!!!" for a couple of hours, until he petted a passing poodle and was quickly perplexed by a precocious itching all over his person. Mom went "Oops. He's allergic to dogs...if only HE knew that!" and bundled him off to home for a shower and some skin cream. We chatted up Packs and the gang for a bit before hitting the route home. Nailed the schedule just right and made it back in almost exactly one hour.

tessen & jutte

Gosoke is teaching me all 23 kata for tessen and jutte. Gone through about half of them, plus the 12 uchidaryu tanjo and 24 isshinryu kusarigama. In the evening we had a meeting about the national tournament; getting busy but should be lotsa fun. Decided that the Saturday before the tournament we (me and all the folks coming from the U.S.) will go to Yoshida (Toyota's awesome restaurant) for a traditional million course Japanese meal.

basics

Otherwise known as kihon. No matter how much I practice, it's never enough. Cracking skulls in kenjutsu, and trying to jam 24 kata of tessen and jutte into my head in three days!

happy birthday to me

I am 32 today. Which is good because I still act like I'm 15, so at this rate when I'm 50 I'll act like I'm 25 or so. Works for me.
Got my haircut and then Hiroko and I went to Chai for the 90 minute Thai massage special. After having our bones turned into butter, we had too much Chinese food and walked home in the cool breeze to watch a couple more episodes of 24 Season 2. Kimi is still a complete moron. Her boyfriend Bruce "Miguel" Lee comes in a close second.

shibuya

Hiroko and I battled the heat to do some shopping in Shibuya. Hit the standard places: Loft, Muji, Tokyu Hands, Uniqlo. Bought a 1000 yen t-shirt made out of the same stuff that protects the space shuttle from cosmic radiation...or at least it feels like a soccer shirt and stays fairly dry even in sweaty summer.
Masa came over for watermelon and dinner, and we zoned out watching tv with the ceiling fan cranked.

anko power

Met Kiyokawa and Iwata-chan in Azabu-jyuban, had some shaved ice, and we all came back to my house to cut.
Unlike last week, Kiyokawa and I were in fine form; nailed just about every cut smooth as silk. Verdict: it's all about the anko. In the summer, anko and green tea flavoring on shaved ice, in the winter, anko-stuffed tai-yaki. Whatever the form, anko is the power that makes the sword cut!
In the evening we had class in Nihonbashi, and Tanaka-sensei showed up to basically grovel. Seems that without the Akabane students, there's no way they can even make enough money from monthly dues to run their own dojo. Niina-gosoke, out of the goodness of his own heart, decided to 'loan' Akabane to them for as long as necessary. Now ordinarily, if one of your top students goes to open his own dojo without your consultation or consent, you ask for him to kill himself and, if that's not possible, you send someone to see to it. However Niina-gosoke is considerably more forgiving, and knowing that Tanaka-sensei is not the brightest of bulbs, is doing everything he can to help out.

last iidabashi

Actually didn't teach at Iidabashi even though it was the last class, because we had an emergency meeting at Honbu to decide what to do about Tanaka-sensei and Miura-san leaving. Since they gave us no notice, we've got holes in Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday classes. Not very cool of them to give us no notice, but it could have been worse. Again, if only he talked to us first he could at least have kept Akabane on Saturday morning.
We also decided to continue battling the karate morons to get the Akihabara gym on Wednesdays. Since it's first come, first dibs on reserving, we used to go early in the morning to line up. Been using the same place for over a decade. But last month some karate morons are lining up since the night before and grabbing the gym for two nights a week. So we decided to escalate; we'll use a professional narabiya to line up for 12 hours, starting at 7pm the night before, to ensure that we're first in line. If the karate morons don't get the hint and line up even earlier...well we might have to have a good old-fashioned smack down.

tanaka-sensei

Seems Tanaka-sensei has finally decided to open his own dojo. He and Miura-san will be teaching various Ryukyu (Okinawa) martial arts as well as iaido. The problem is he sent in his official notice of leaving and then asked if he could still teach at Akabane, and of course have all the students there. Naturally, we said no. He's a great martial artist, but kind of thick in the skull. If he asked BEFORE he decided to leave, we would have set him up as a shibu; the students and practice area are his, and he gets all the money, he just gives us a small membership fee every year per student. Oh well. Good luck Tanaka-sensei!

back from NY

Ojima-chan is back from New York. She went to the Big Apple, with a kimono, to see kabuki. Still can't figure out why she'd go all the way to NY and not see a Broadway Musical, but I guess she just needed any excuse to go.
She and Presley and Miyasawa and Matsushita-san all showed up for class tonight. Kiyokawa and Otsuka-san where on the other side of the dojo, but Gosoke called them and told them to go to Suidobashi for whatever reason, so after they left everyone had a mirror and plenty of space. We drilled on the basics the whole time, working on basic body movements. Feels funny to teach something I understand in theory but can't really do myself, but oh well.
My right arm is pretty sore from getting cracked by Kiyokawa during kumitachi practice, and my thumb is turning a nice rainbow of colors from when it got smacked yesterday, too.

rain...?

It rained! OK for only about 5 minutes, but still it helped a bit.
Spent the day in the dojo with Kiyokawa. Got kind of burnt in the afternoon and ended up getting my thumb crunched. Went home before going to Shibuya and helping teach, then came home and stuffed myself with pasta. Ahhh, but I love carbs!

steamboy

Day 2 of Movie Weekend: Hiroko and I saw Steamboy. Pretty cool story about the use of steam-driven technology in the late 1800's (new super-cool high-pressure technology), with themes touching on corporate greed, innocent youth, purity of science, forgiveness, etc. Great animation and well-paced script, though at times it tended (typical of most Japanese anime) towards the long-winded soliloquy to explain motive.

shrek 2

Hiroko and I saw Shrek 2 this afternoon. Awesome! I think it outdid the first Shrek. The CG is stunningly better, and the characters are quality (especially Pinocchio.) Great script, great soundtrack, loads of fun for kids of all ages.

clean your car

Met Kiyokawa at about 11am at the Moai statue in Shibuya and in the pressing heat and humidity we walked all over Shibuya looking for a bigger place for the monday practice. We finally got on the bus to Furukawabashi and had ramen for lunch at Doraichi before heading home to cut.
Today was a bad day for cutting, to say the least. Probably because we didn't have the traditional and requisite shaved ice, we couldn't cut for beans. After calling it a day and rolling a bunch of targets for next time, we took the bus up to Azabujyuban and had shaved ice before going to Honbu Dojo for practice.
Did a little bit of kenjutsu before practice, and then half-way through practice Gosoke took some photos for the webpage. Finally stopped at 9pm, the dojo a good 35°C, and went to grab some dinner.
After eating Ohtsuka-san dropped me off at Roppongi Hills and we made fun of his dirty car and talked smack most of the way.
I bought tickets for Shrek 2 (Sat) and Steamboy (Sun) before walking home at midnight.

smooth

Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep last night, so when I got to Honbu I was pretty burnt. Took a bit of a nap before Kiyokawa showed up, and then we ran through the kenjutsu we've been doing. I had one inspiringly smooth move that made the day. The rest was typically sub-par.
After lunch I drove to Sakuraya to pick up my formal kimono with my family crest on it (need it for Florida in August) and then went to practice at Iidabashi. It was one-on-one with Takahashi-san the whole time. Kiyokawa practiced on his own while I drilled Takahashi-san through the basics and then a couple of forms for the national tournament in September.
Came home and could barely stay awake through dinner.

late night

It was really, really hot and humid, so I was having a hard enough time falling asleep. About 1:30 am the doorbell rang and someone pounded on the front door. Nobody was there when I opened the door, so I grabbed my Surefire and my tanjo and went outside to see what was up.
Down the street, in front of the Iranian Embassy, a couple of drunk dudes were making noise and blocking traffic. So I called 119 and told them a couple of dudes were fighting in the street and causing a ruckus.
Then I went back to bed. 10 minutes later, the police called me back saying they got the message and would send someone out asap. 15 minutes later, they called me again saying they couldn't find anyone and could I please come out.
So I got out of bed, walked down the street and saw two ambulances, 15 rescue workers in full gear (helmet, jacket, gloves, etc.) and 5 cops. Actually not even cops -- keisatsu -- but officers from keishicho; the guys who guard all the embassies and government buildings. I guess they're like federal marshals or something. I told them what I saw and they asked me stupid questions like "Where they Japanese or foreigners?" (From 15 meters away at night, I have no idea) and "Did they have knives?" And then they told me "We looked all over and couldn't find anyone." as if I had made the whole thing up. What I wanted to say was "There were here 30 minutes ago when I called" but what I said was "Thanks anyway. I'm going back to bed now."
I feel so much safer.

shoes and socks

Got up fairly early, and for the first time in weeks, put on shoes and socks. I wasn't going to the dojo, I went to DB to talk to HR about the process of becoming an employee when I start working for them in August. Technically I'm still employed by MS and on vacation, so today was just a chat about procedure and trying to figure out what to do with my Japanese 401(k), etc.
Today was also the hottest goddamn day ever. It was almost 40°C and high humidity. My scooter seat was so hot I could barely sit on it. People were dropping like flies from heat stroke. And now that the rainy season is officially over (with barely any rain) I am really wondering if this isn't just global warming or something.
I had lunch with Hiroko and the LincMedia women, then went to Honbu Dojo, but it was so hot I spent most of the time in the air-conditioned office. Had a good turnout for evening class, but at 9pm it was still 35°C, and when I got home and went to bed it was still over 30°C.

spiderman 2

Hiroko and I walked around Roppongi Hills for a bit, grabbed deepFriedPork lunch in the basement, checked out the cool toys at Vanguard, and walked around some of the less-lame stores before hitting the 14:50 showing of Spiderman 2. Gotta say, Daboo got it right; a wonderfully entertaining summer flick. The CG spiderman flying around the city still looks so realistic he looks fake, but it's fast, fun, and thoroughly enjoyable. Especially when seen from row G of the screen 7.

ninja jeopardy

http://snaxor.com/snaxor/flash/ninja/ninja.htm

amy and slinky

Amy came over with Todd and Narumi to play. It was too hot to bother going outside, so we stayed under the air-conditioner and munched potato chips. Amy was grumpy unless mom was holding her, so Todd and I stole her away to the basement, where she cried and cried...until we pulled out the slinky. Ah, the magical toy that is coil of metal; glittering, slithering slinky! Amy was immediately entranced and spent a good 30 minutes bouncing around the basement with the slinky all over the place. It stretches! It rolls! It walks down stairs! Amy would take the slinky, walk up to steps, sit down, put the slinky next to her, and then point and the slinky and look at me until I made it walk down the stairs. Then she'd squeal and go down and grab it and repeat.
After playing in the basement for a while we came back upstairs, had some more munchies, and then went out for a walk. I needed string to tie up cutting targets, so we walked over to the D2 home center and back. Getting to be about time for dinner, so we ordered some pizza and chicken from Pizza Salvatore Cuomo. After dinner Amy was starting to fade, and was soon asleep in mom's lap, so it was time to go.

more cutting

Met Presley at Akabane Station just before 9am. Big turn out for cutting, and damn it was hot. Hoshina-san hadn't cut in a while and needed serious help with basic form, but was having fun. Orita-san cut her finger, again. She's just dangerous. Presley had never cut before, but did just fine since his basic form is pretty good. I cut alright; wasn't really into it but nail a couple of good cuts just to make sure yesterday wasn't a fluke. Spent most of the time helping everyone else cut, though, as Tanaka-sensei was busy teaching the beginners who weren't cutting.
Got home about 1 and had lunch with Hiroko before going to Fras to pick up the pictures we framed. Hiroko went out with her junior high friends and I wasted the evening watching bad Japanese tv and eating leftovers.

air-conditioning

Met Kiyokawa at about 11 in front of Wendy's and got some ramen before hitting Naniwa-ya for shaved ice. All the good coolness of dessert was gone by the time we got home, so we cranked the air-conditioner and carried in the stinky cutting targets.
We had a bunch of 3/4 rolls and a couple of full rolls. We both cut pretty well; thank the lord for modern technology like air-conditioning and refrigerators to cool the Orangina.
After cutting we took the subway up to Nihonbashi and Niina-gosoke showed us the Konishi-ha Mugairyu kata. Totally different, and if I may say so completely lame. First off, they don't cut, so the moves are exaggerated and totally impractical and just plain silly. But it's good to know, so I took notes and practiced some of the subtler differences.
After practice Gosoke, Kiyokawa, Ohtsuka, and I got some dinner at Kandazushi. It's cheap, but the Chinese waitresses don't share a language with the customers so they always screw up orders, and the wasabi is Russian Roulette; sometimes there's none, and sometimes there's so much it's like taking a bullet in the head.

tanjo

Ran through the kenjutsu kata with Kiyokawa -- we "know" all the kata in Shitsuhatsu -- and then we started in on all the tanjo kata; both Uchidaryu and Toseiryu. Too much to remember!
Came home before going to Iidabashi in the evening and was surprised to have 5 people in class. It's still a crummy place though; too many bugs and the floor is always way too dirty.

red baron

What I learned this moring: scooter repair shops don't open until 10am. I limped the Mightier Steed up to the Nasty Old Man Repair Shop in Azabujyuban, but it was closed. So I drove down to Gotanda to go to Red Baron, but it was also closed. So I came home, had some more coffee, tried to wake up Masa (who crashed in the loft), and went back to Red Baron.
The mechanic was very cool; they only work on bikes bought at Red Baron, but I managed to keep the spring that fell of the kickstand, and he took pity on me so he went ahead and fixed it for 15 bucks. Seems the axle bolt that holds the kickstand onto the frame was gone, so he replaced that and stuck the spring back on. It's a hack job, but it works. Sometimes in Japan you find a Very Cool Person. The Mightier Steed thanks you!
Made it to the dojo by noon and cranked with Kiyokawa for an hour before he went to school, then worked out by myself. Yamada-sensei went home and Niina-gosoke was beat from training so hard for 2 days, so he was napping in the office to avoid the heat.
In the evening we had a meeting about the September tournament, and then kusarigama practice. Fear not; anyone attacking me with a sword simply has to wait for me to knock my own head off with my 3 meter chain. There is very little chance I could effectively launch the iron weight on the end of the chain in a threatening manner at anyone but myself.

mightier steed down!

Practiced kumitachi with Kiyokawa in the morning as Niina-gosoke and Yamada-sensei continued to practice. Kiyokawa had to go to school in the afternoon, so I practiced on my own for a while and tried to survive the heat. John showed up about 5 so we hung out with Niina-gosoke and Yamada-sensei for a bit and then started training. We ran through kata for the tournament in September, and then Shiozaki-san came in so the three of us practiced various kata and tournament techniques, like how to psyche out the other dude, how start and end in exactly the same spot, etc.
John finally got his shodan in aikido after how many years, and no he'll hopefully spend more time focusing on iai as well. And if his various money-making schemes go well he might actually have the time and money to practice more. Hopefully he can stay in Japan for several more years and at least get an instructor's license so that when he goes back to Japan he can teach.
But for now, he just dumped his girlfriend of four years, and a buddy of his who runs an bilinugal 'escort' service asked him to go to a club with him to help 'recruit' -- tough life!
And just as I was leaving the dojo, the kick stand on the Mightier Steed broke! Unlike a race horse, even with a broken leg we can rebuild it! So I strapped up the kickstand with the luggage strap I had and limped the Mightier Steed home.

yamada-sensei

Yamada-sensei came up for a couple of days to practice with Niina-gosoke. Kiyokawa and I were on one side while they were on the other. Yamada-sensei has some...interesting theories about sword use, that don't always jibe with the way I've been taught. But I'm young and stupid and he's old and wisened, so I gave his way a try. On the kumitachi kata uchikaeshi, instead of flowing the first parry and counter, he said it's a full on block stop. I tried it once and the shock went straight into my right thumb. Figuring I must have done something wrong, I tried it again, and Yamada-sensei nodded in approval as I took the full force of Kiyokawa's cut and channelled all the energy along my blade and straight into the base of my right thumb. Transformed into a purple stub of pain, I decided I had done enough practice for a day. Kiyokawa and I went to Starbucks for some beverage and smack talk before going to teach at Shibuya.
15 students at Shibuya and growing! If we don't get a new place soon we'll be out of room.
And goddamn my thumb hurts.

24 season 2

Had a quick meeting at Honbu and practiced for a little bit, then come how amid rain smatterings and Hiroko and I met Ben at Starbucks to talk about swords, WiFi, and hotspots. Then Hiroko and I bought some fish and dinner supplies and went home to cook.
A traditional grill fish dinner accompanied several episodes of 24 season 2. I am now a strong member of the Kimi Is a Complete Moron Fanclub. She is, without a doubt, the most deserving of death of any of the main characters. EVERYTHING she does is patently, unerringly assinine. Every choice she makes is wrong. Every street she turns down is an alley. Every friend she trusts turns on her. Every secret she tells gets blown. Mom was cool and got shot, so Kimi deserves some serious torturing before dying horribly. But, at least she gets to run around alot and show off her bouncing...hair.

anything but the weather...

Figured I wouldn' talk about how hot and humid it is, or how three people have already died from the heat...but then there's not much else to talk about.
Went to the Starbucks in Tsutaya at the corner of Roppongi Hills, naively thinking I would be able to use the wireless LAN. Turns out you need a WEP password to get on the LAN, and of course there's nothing nowhere that says how to get a password. Some tables had a sticker that said "iSpot" but I don't care enough anymore to bother figuring out what that means or how it could possibly relate to getting a WEP password. So anyway I drank my ice tazo chai soy latte and translated half of the Japanese book Tony asked me to translate. Met Kiyokawa at Azabujyuban station about 1, looked for the cool 3-piece jimbei set but didn't find them, ate some lunch, ate some shaved ice, and came home to cut in the basement. Cut for a couple hours, then....yup, came to Honbu to practice. And boy, but it was hot and humid. Before class we started doing the kumitachi, but halfway through I totally spaced out from the heat and just took it easy the rest of the night. I was still drenched in sweat even though I was only working at 50%. I am just not built for this kind of weather. 9pm at night inside the dojo it's 60% humidity and 34° C!

more hot, humid honbu

Still hot and humid in Honbu Dojo. More kenjutsu, more iai, more kusarigama. I think got heat stroke or something; I was dead tired and no matter how much water I drank I was still thirsty. Cracked my thumb nicely doing some stiff-grip techniques that should have been way more fluid, so my right thumb is all blue and purple and swollen now. But no time to complain as I had to go to Iidabashi to teach. Only two showed up (that's why we're shutting down Iidabashi this month) so I got to practice, too, but I was too tired to be useful.

hot, humid, honbu

I'll just go ahead and stop mentioning how unbelievably hot and humid it is in the dojo. And I also won't mention the complete lack of wind.
More kenjutsu in the morning. Specifically, a set of kata from Shintoryu called Shitsuhatsu. This is the sword that Shindomusoryu Jo (staff) was designed to beat. We did the first four: aisun, gyaku-aisun, jyu, and chibarai. I can barely remember the footwork, let alone keep up Kiyokawa-kun, who's done this before and has them wired. For my benefit he goes nice and slow, but when he cranks up the pace I get bonked.
We then did some iai and then practiced kusarigama before lunch. Kiyokawa worked the first four kusarigama kata with me, which is good practice for him as the distance and timing of sword vs. kama is different than sword vs. sword. It was good for me to see what it's like when the enemy really is trying to cut me down, and to practice distance with throwing (launching the weight on the end of the 10 foot chain attached to the bottom of the kama.) A couple of times I got lucky and he had to really duck out of the way to avoid getting a face full, which is just the reaction necessary to give the chance to get in and cut his wrist. Sometimes (rarely, but every now and then) it works well and we both move pretty smoothly. Most of the time I get cracked in the head or wrist or tangle myself up.

honbu day 2

It is still incredibly hot and humid. Started the morning with kenjutsu kumitachi with Kiyokawa-kun, then did some iai before grabbing bento again for lunch. Lazed around in the afternoon, did some kusarigama and Niina-gosoke showed me the moves to the first four kata.
In the evening Hata-chan showed up for class, so I taught her while Kiyokawa and Iwata-chan trained on the other side of the dojo.
Got home and ate the last of the chicken and spinach Hiroko made before watching some tv and hitting the shower.

unemployed and loving it

This not-working concept is nice, and it's only day one!
Woke up about...8ish, just as Hiroko was going to work. Had brekkie and took my time, made it to Honbu Dojo about 9:30, and trained with Kiyokawa-kun and Niina-gosoke for a couple hours. Hot. Humid. Hot. Humid.
Kiyokawa-kun is, of course, totally on the ball. Niina-gosoke showed up some of that magical kenjutsu stuff that Kiyokawa already knew, like how you can always get the centerline, whether you move before or after your opponent moves. Something to do with getting 'on top of' the opponent's blade, and coming in a slightly steeper angle, but other than that I'm basically clueless and will require way more practice.
Starting working on the kata I'll need for the National Tournament in September, though I have little chance of beating Tanaka-sensei. Several folks got promoted this weekend so there will be at least 3 or 4 matches to make it to the finals. Hopefully I won't get knocked out in the first round like last year (hopefully no one will drop his sword into his foot, forcing me to compete in the remnants of a puddle of blood like last year.)

lazy sunday

Woke up far too early because the delivery guy showed up with a package for the owner of our house. Who of course doesn't live here. Should've taken it, though, as it was ochugen, the traditional summer-greeting gift; a way of saying "My but isn't it hot...so here's a nicely wrapped box of beer (or cooking oil, or ham, or coffee beans, or towels, etc.) and I do hope you'll continue to consider us the next time you order a set of widgets."
About 11ish Saito-san from Suruga-Isho came by and checked out the bedroom and living room to get an idea of what kind of furniture-action we need. Table in the bedroom won't be a big deal, but the custom cabinet for the living room won't be cheap. Ah, but it will be oh-so-cool, and good furniture is generally worth the money, methinks.
Needing some supplies we walked over to National Azabu, which was (strangely?) really quiet and empty, and got mesmerized by the dude selling Welsh chicken pâté. We bought a couple, plus some crackers and other necessities, and hurried home for a minor feast. Damn but if Tequila and Cranberry ain't just the best tasting chicken pâté I ever done had me.

Needing to cool off, we walked up to Azabu-jyuban and got the first of what is to be many ujikintoki kakegori at Naniwaya, then bought a set of jimbei (my preferred summer unemployed loungewear.)
Back at home, Hiroko once again assumed the position:

omotesando part ii

After Miki-san came and checked out the balcony railing to assess necessary repairs, Hiroko and I took the bus to Nishi-Azabu and, following basically the same course as yesterday, ended up at Suruga-Isho to arrange for them to come out tomorrow and check out the house. We need a table for the bedroom, some kind of coat-rack thingy for the entrance, and a shelving-unit-type-thing for the living room. They did such a cool job on the sofa end-table last time, I figure why mess with greatness.
We continued wandering around and checked out a cool kanji store that does custom calligraphy for non-cheap prices. But it looks so cool.
Finally ended up in Harajuku and got some gyoza for lunch before walking back to Shibuya and grabbing the bus back home.
Hiroko is currently on the couch, in deep thought:

men of leisure

Ed came by about noon to check out the house, and then we required meat, so we walked through Azabu to Nishi-Azabu crossing and got some burgers at 7025 Franklin Ave.
We then walked up through Omotesando, checked out some cool furniture, hit the Starbucks for cool and refreshing bevvies, and parked on the Aoyama corner in front of Mizuho Bank. The breeze was light, the humidity mild, and the afternoon unhurried.
We swivel-headed for a while, taking in the local fashion and talking about not much in general, before walking back through Harakujuku to Shibuya and finally back home.
Got home in time to gather my stuff and head to practice. Still wasn't too humid so practice wasn't too bad, but the bugs have come out and I got a mosquito bite on the top of my balding head. That does, indeed, suck.

manly men

Jeremy is in Colorado with Joel, doing manly outdoor things like white-water rafting.

time

The cool thing about being unemployed ("on vacation") is the time. Lots of it. On daboo's recommendation I read "Jennfier Government" today. The whole book. Very groovy. Not sure what I liked more; reading a good book, or reading a whole book in one day.
In the morning ("the time before noon") I dragged a pile of old PC parts to Softmap in Akihabara and got 25,000 points in credit. Akihabara is dead before noon. I'll probably use the points to acquire an iBook, or maybe some new PlayStation2 games...

so long and thanks for all the code

Last day at Morgan Stanley, uneventfully spent cleaning out my desk. Distributed many of my toys to various former co-workers, then took the rest of my crap home.
Came back to Ebisu for my Farewell Party, had some Hawaiian food, got some very cool flowers, and then sped away into the night on the Mightier Steed.
Closing the chapter in my memoirs called "Morgan Stanley" and starting the next chapter called "One Month Off".

live365:aperture in wired news

Jeremy sends us this update about a Wired News article about web radio.
Aperture is, of course, Jeremy's station (where DJ Tranzlucent, udderwise known as Oliver Power, used to spin.)

The New Yorker eats, shoots & leaves Lynne Truss

Eamonn goes to town.

hot in honbu

John, Ojima-chan, and Komacchan came to practice tonight. It was, as expected, hot and humid and generally unmotivating. We spent the whole time working the basics; timing of the draw to get the sword out and into cutting position so that the hips could provide the follow through, minimizing arm swing, etc.
The Indian curry I had with Todd for lunch wasn't sitting well all night, and between the heat and the tightness of my uniform, I had a couple of pitstops to sooth the rumble. No more cheap curry lunches, especially during the summer, especially on nights I have to teach.

how not to die

From The New Yorker.

last shibuya

My final Shibuya practice as leader of said. From July I hand it over to Kiyokawa-kun to kick everyone's ass into shape. After practice he and I and Otsuka-san went down the street to grab some post-workout bevvies and brain dump. Trying to figure out what we need to do to make sure NPO Hougyoku-kai survives into the next decade, and scales well from a couple hundred to a couple thousand members. Ideas kicked about: we need a proper, professional accountant, for sanity as well as legal reasons. We need a professionally hosted website and member database, mainly for security reasons. We need to a proper instructor's curriculum to make sure that everyone gets fair and even treatment. We need a fair and simple method of reimbursing instructors; travel expenses paid straight out but capped, plus a small payment depending on the level of the instructor.
As a Non-Profit Organization, we're no different than any other business (for profit or not) and we need to be organized well and run efficiently. As a group dedicated to traditional martial arts, we need to separate the structure from the content; we need to ensure the arts persist into the next generations by providing a stable framework for this modern age.
And mostly, we need to make sure the structure is stronger than any few morons who want to screw it up; the whole must be greater than the sum of the parts.

tokyo ain't cheap

Once again Tokyo is the most expensive city in the world. So no, I am NOT overpaid.

more is not enough

After the stunningly painful gyoza-overdose, I managed to get up about 9:30 and get down to honbu dojo about 11am. Practiced for an hour or so, then came home. Had some targets soaking so I prepped them and, in the interim, went with hiroko to D2 to get some flowers to put in the planter box next to the mailbox. Don't know anything about flowers, so I just picked interesting colors and we'll see how soon they die.
Did some cutting before dinner; went reasonably well on the yoko-icimonji (horizontal) cuts. Amazing how being relaxed helps. Still need to work on accelerating and following through with swinging the arm wildly, but it'll come with time.

yet another gyoza party

Lots of gyoza. Lots and lots of gyoza:
Beef and tomato, chicken and corn, shrimp and komatsuna, tofu and bell peppers, fried tofu and bean sprouts, pork and cabbage, chicken and mushroom, pork and eggplant.

tomonori & masami's wedding photos

Finally put up the photos from Tomonori and Masami's wedding.

bugs

Iidabashi is nasty: bugs. Mosquitoes, actually. Gnarly stuff. Practing while fighting off bugs is Not Fun.

more joys of the japanese banking system

So I have this penny jar that's been sitting on my desk for years. Actually, it's not a penny jar, for it holds not pennies, and it is not a jar. It's a big, clear plastic bear that, when purchased at Costo many moons ago, was filled with chocolate graham cracker snacks. A good 40 cm tall and near as much wide, the bear sat next to my, a whole ripped in its blue plastic lid, accepting the errant one yen or five yen coin.
By now, the bear was nearly a quarter full, and it was time to cash out. The last time I took a large quantity of small change to the Fuji Bank branch downstairs, the teller batted not an eyelash. She dumped the contents into the counting machine, sorted through the various paperclips, screws, and canadian money that clogged its inner workings, and handed me a considerably smaller pile of change and some crisp, fresh bills.
But in the 21st century, things are different. The Fuji Bank branch is now, thanks to mega-mergers and bank 'reform', and Mizuho Bank branch. I'm fairly sure the teller is the same woman, but her uniform is now blue and red not green, and her first question upon seeing the bear and its contents was "Do you have an account here?" It seems that they are unable to conver the money into bills. They are, however, able to count it and deposit into my account, and then I can immediately withdraw said amount. Alas, I have no Mizuho Bank account.
So off to Hiroo Station I went.
First to Shinsei Bank. I love Shinsei, because they have strained the chunky, unnecessary bits of banking in Japan and distilled it into a smooth, clear broth of automatic, low-cost transactions. Shinsei doesn't do difficult, rare services like funky foreign denominations or complex payment schemes. And, alas, they also don't turn plastic bears full of change into bills. They do take small change deposits, but only as much as can fit into the ATM at one time.
So across the walkway I go to the Evil That is Citibank. With the attitude I have come to expect from the better-than-thee Citibank tellers, I was told straight up that they do not accept deposits of unknown amounts. If I count the change and fill out a deposit slip, they will verify the amount and, if it matches, deposit it in my account. The conversation went something like this:
Teller: How much do you wish to deposit?
Me: I have no idea. Can you count it please?
T: We can only deposit a known amount, otherwise you can claim to have been ripped off by the bank.
M: How can I claim to have been ripped off if I admit I have no idea how much money this is?
T: ...
M: OK, how about I write '2000 yen', then you count it and it's actually 5000 yen, so then I'll rewrite the -
T: If you write 2000 yen, we will count 2000 yen, deposit 2000 yen, and return the rest.
M: How about I write 10,000 yen, then you count it and it's actually 5000 ye-
T: If it does not total the amount you wrote, we cannot accept the deposit.
M: How about you just count it for me?
T: We do not provide money counting as a service.
M: How about you charge me 1% for such a service?
T: We do not provide money counting as a service. Japanese banks may choose to provide such a service...but Citibank does not.
M: Citibank is not a Japanese bank?
T: ...
M: You have been, as expected, most unhelpful.
T: Thank you for choosing Citibank.

So I walked across the street to the big Tokyo-Mitsubishi. They, like Mizuho, will only count and deposit the money into my account, assuming I had one...I finally went back to the office and got Koseki-san to take the money down to the post office, where they would, at their leisure, count the money and deposit it into his postal savings account.
Several hours later, Koseki-san left the empty plastic bear and an envelope full of 7902 yen on my desk.
Mission accomplished.

mathematics of cow tipping

Jeremy sends us a critical, in-depth look at the science behind cow-tipping. Conclusion: tip with a friend.

formula one us grand prix and jazz in indianapolis

Lee had a double-whammy weekend checking out both F-1 and Indy Jazz Fest and was interviewed in the Indystar newspaper:
New York City resident Lee Guzofski, wearing a crisp Williams-BMW team shirt, shared an observation likely to be clipped and saved by the pianists group -- and possibly the mayor's office:
"Between this festival and F-1, it's been a pretty good week in Indianapolis," the 32-year-old said. "I've seen you guys throw a good show."

it's official

After six years at Morgan Stanley, I am resigning and will start working for Deutsche Bank on August 9. As such, my Morgan Stanley email will stop working as of August 8, so best to email me at renfield at gmail dot com.
Six years at Morgan I learned plenty, had lots of fun, and worked on some cool projects. Career-wise, I've been trying to move out of the IT department and get more onto the business side, but I just couldn't make it happen and the offer from Deutsche was too good to pass up.
As my dad says: "In life, timing is everything." The corrolary is: "Timing is never good." So I hope to not be leaving too many folks/projects in the lurch, but when it's time, it's time.
At Deutsche I will be Head of Video Distribution in the equities/equity research department. Then again everyone is a 'head' of something at Deutsche, so don't put too much on that. I think I'll first be responsible for trying to cut costs and increase efficiency of research product distribution, mainly through video and other technologies. From there the role is pretty open-ended; going to be a fair amount of brain-storming, business development, 'I wonder if this will work?', new technologies research, and general playing around and goofing off.
The way Wall Street is going, the role of research as a critical service offering to clients is unsure, and because of regulations, the role of research in bringing in new banking and transaction business is also limited. The fact that everything's up for grabs is what's cool, methinks. This could be a foot into the front office (sales?), a buy-side job, maybe even back to IT...who knows?

japanese accent

While it's perfectly acceptable to speak Japanese with a totally flat accent, in reality there are syllable accents in Japanese. The problem is, there are no hard and fast rules to tell you when or why the accents are different for "candy" and "rain", or "bridge", "edge", and "chopsticks". You just have to memorize them. All.

shibuya

Kiyokawa-kun will take over the Shibuya practice from me starting in July, so he came tonight to see how folks are doing and get an idea of who needs what. He and I split the class, me taking the beginners and him the upper ranks, and then we switched half-way through.
His technique is, of course, dead on. No strength or wasted effort, just pure body mechanics and uncanny timing. I, on the other hand, use every gram of muscle strength I can muster, and slop it on top of a healthy but erratic dose of hip movement. The results are lethal but unstable.

kenkakubanrai

Had the Spring Iai Festival Kenkakubanrai in Toritsudai today, and as always it was a blast. Tanaka-sensei and I had to demo cutting first, and by some miracle I managed to nail nukiuchi-mizugaeshi (rising diagonal cut from the draw, then horizontal cut through the target before it falls.) Tanaka-sensei did an impress horizontal cut through two targets with his new beefy cutter from Hataya.
After our demo Niina-gosoke and Yamada-sensei demo'd kusarigama, jutte and tessen, tanjo, and jo. Then the team competition started, and I was judging with Tanaka-san and Ando-sensei. Somehow my Shibuya team made it all the way to the finals (which I judged) but they got clobbered by the other team and came in second.
In the afternoon there were more demos; Tanaka-sensei and Miura-san did some cool ryukyu (old Okinawan) arts including bo, boat oar, and sai, and then the performance competition began.
The Toritsudai team pulled out all the stops with wacky costumes and music, not to be outdone by Yaesu's team madness, the crazy dancing antics of Ikebukuro, Suidobashi's short play, and of course Kiyokawa-kun and Otsuka-san doing there Giant Sword series, not to mention Kosei-kai's blindfolded cutting demo. In all it was total lunacy and I was laughing so hard it hurt.
After the festival we went down to street and took over a local bar for some much-needed food, drink, and trash talkin'.

practice makes perfect

Spent all day in honbu dojo today. Came in at about 10 am and helped a bit with Ando-sensei's class. At 11:40 the first group of visitors on the neighborhood tour came by, so about 30 people packed into the side of the dojo and Ando-sensei gave them a quick speech about what we do. Showed some grandmas my sword, watched as they put fingerprints all over the blade, and then we demo'd some kata before the took off.
Grabbed some riceballs for lunch and then watched Niina-gosoke and Yamada-sensei practice kusarigama. During downtime I practiced with my kusarigama, too, trying to hit the pillar from 10 feet away. I'm up to about a .300 average; not bad for baseball but no good when failing to incapacitate your opponent means a sword moving quickly towards your head.
In the afternoon the second tour group showed up, so again Ando-sensei did his speech and this time Niina-gosoke and Yamada-sensei did a quick demo. Finally I did some cutting to wrap up the day.
By now it was about five so I scootered home and did some more practice cutting in the basement, trying to get ready for the demo tomorrow.

lomography

From my brother:
The explicit aim of the Lomographic Society is to study and document the world's surface by taking millions of snapshots of it.

kusarigama

Niina-gosoke started us on Kusarigama today. Total madness. You've got a wooden handle about as long as your forearm. Sticking out from that is a double-edged straight blade, with a metal handguard below the blade. On the other end of the handle is three and a half meters of rope with a weight on the end.
We started by trying to hit the pillar in the middle of the dojo. Niina-gosoke just stood there laughing as we wrapped ourselves up in our ropes, smacked the floor, the ceiling, the back of my head...everything but the pillar three meters in front of us. Every now and then by luck the weight would fly gracefully, with minimal arc, and thud satisfyingly into the pillar, but then the next time I'd start spinning the weight and clock myself in the knee.
After an hour of being mocked by an unmarred pillar, we did the formal bowing ceremonies and the first kata, ishiki: Enemy comes to cut you down, you step back and wrap the sword with the rope, then when the enemy thrusts forward, you yank the sword off the centerline, step in, go down on one knee, and drive the blade into his solar plexus.
I get the feeling it's going to take a long, long time to get the hang of this one.

hot and alone

Sounds like a bad personals ad, but actually I took the day off and spent all afternoon in Honbu Dojo practicing. But of course because I skipped lunch and it was so hot, I had a pounding headache and couldn't practice too much. Which is a good thing because it was so hot in the dojo, and I had to teach at 7pm, I probably would have been useless.
Class went well; took our time going through all the basics, trying to figure out the right body mechanics of moving from the hips and not using the arms too much. Always interesting to teach beginners. They don't know anything, and so haven't developed and bad habits. Whatever you teach them, they have a hard time understanding but usually pick it up quickly, so to be a beginner and start training at Honbu early is a great chance to lock in a solid foundation. I'm jealous.

ginza shopping

Hiroko and I went to Ginza to try to buy a knife block and a frying pan. No luck finding the knife block, did find the frying pan. Decided it's best to just find both on the web. Managed to find the frying pan on Amazon.co.jp but could only find the knife block in Amazon.com...sometimes the lack of globality of the web really bums me out!
I think Yu-ching still works on the kitchen section of Amazon.co.jp so I'll ask her if she can get the knife block added to the catalogue.
At Matsuya they were having an umbrella sale, it being the start of typhoon season.

it's all in the hips

Managed somehow to get up early and went to Kiyokawa-kun's class. It was me and all the college students; Iwata-chan, Misawa-kun, and Wakabayashi-kun.
Kiyokawa-kun is serious about iai; all he does all day every day is practice, and when he's not practicing, he's thinking about practice. It shows: he's damn good.
My biggest problem is I have too much arm strength, and end up using that instead of letting my hips do the work. Also, my stepping is too shallow; I'm trying to keep from over-reaching with my upper body, but the result is I don't step deep enough now.
It's fun to really get into tai-sabaki, the body mechanics of how to effectively use the hips to drive the sword. Too bad I suck at it.

cutting?

Got to Akabane right on time, and so did Tanaka-sensei and everyone else. We thought it was a bit strange that the school gym was already open, but anyway we unloaded the car and brought all the targets in, then started to change. All of a sudden a student comes in. And another. And another. And parents. And teachers.
Turns out the school failed to mention to us that today was Parent's Day at school. So we got the hell outta there and loaded up the car again. Tanaka-sensei tried to find the principal to see if we could use the gym after the class was over, but he said they'd be using it all day.
So Tanaka-sensei drove and I and a couple of other guys took the train to Honbu Dojo. We carried all the targets and stands and stuff up five flights to the dojo and did our cutting there, after Ando-sensei's morning class.
Actually was nice to cut in Honbu; lots of light, not many people. Tanaka-sensei was breaking in his new cutter, and we were both trying to figure out what to do for the demo next week.

more basement cutting

Been getting into the habit of cutting in the basement dojo every few days. So every night I soak targets in the front yard. Trying to get into a good routine of cutting regularly so that I don't lose it and maybe even actually get better with time.
Cut tonight and it went well -- 90% of it depends on the targets of course. Tanaka-sensei said it's actually better to soak them unrolled and then roll and tie them just before cutting. Makes sense; the water can soak in faster and if they're soaked while rolled, they tend to swell up but because they're tied, they end up getting really tight and hard.
Official cutting practice on Saturday, during which Tanaka-sensei and I need to figure out what to do for the demo next week. I'm thinking jinrai, two-roll gyakukesa, and maybe enyo or migi-no-teki.

who wants gmail?

I've got three gmail intros left, so if you want a gmail account, convince me you're worth it.

cute little hiroko

Isn't she adorable?

To think she'd grow up and marry me!

arguing versus debating

There is a fundamental difference between arguing and debating.
In a debate, two sides present facts and theories; opposing viewpoints on a common topic. The goal is to convince the other side and/or third parties that one's viewpoint is correct and one's opponent's is not.
In a debate, you listen intently to what the other guy says, so that you can rebut and rebuke what he presents, with your own barrage of facts and theories and ideas and counters.

In an argument, you stick you fingers in your ears and shout as loudly as possible. You have to shout because, with your fingers in your ears, it's very hard to hear your own voice, and since the words coming out of your own mouth are the only thing you care to listen to, the volume goes way up.

Some people, even supposedly intelligent people who work at "think tanks", are in fact blathering idiots, as Andy Tanenbaum proves.

chasing amy

Amy came over to play. First we had awesome pizza for lunch, and then since it was raining went back home to draw with colored pencils and bounce around the house and run up and down the stairs.
Amy took a quick nap up in the loft before we went shopping at National Azabu for dinner supplies. We had a lovely Japanese food meal, finished it off with some soy icecream, and called it a day.
Keeping up with Amy is tiring, but at least she doesn't scream and cry anymore every time I get near her. She has morphed from cute-baby-who-drools to small-mobile-human-with-teeth-who-drools.

hot saturday in shibuya

Went shopping with Hiroko. The crowds were thin and the sun was shining. Felt kind of like LA; not too humid, and you could just feel the sun heating up your skin.
We went to Loft and ordered the cool blue-sky-with-clouds curtains for the living room, then went to Tokyu Hands and got some random supplies, including the ever-so-useful plastic curb-stepper, making it now a simple process to park my scooter up on the walk in front of the house.
Then we went up to Omotesando for a big kahuna burger before buying some baskets for the bathrooms.
Came home, put the curb-stepper to work, and then went in the basement to roll targets. Spend a good hour and rolled all the mats, then started soaking some of them so that I can cut tomorrow night (or maybe Monday...depends on motivation level.)
Hiroko and I watched Ghost In The Shell (finally) and then just sat around watching tv and enjoying the cool breeze from the ceiling fan.

right nostril

Past couple of days my right, and only my right, nostril has been constantly dripping. A truly pleasant experience. Allergy and hay fever drugs aren't helping. Then on the radio this morning during the weather report they announced that yesterday was a record-breaking day for low humidity. So, I'm thinking the extremely unseasonal dryness is not helping my nasal situation. Or something. Who the hell really knows. It's bad enough to be allergic to something every month of the year such that I have year-round hay fever. On top of that this ice-cap-melting global warming means that one day it's 30°C and the next day it's down to 20 °C, so I got to bed hot and sweaty and wake up chilly.
At least I have the typhoon season to look forward to, which should be starting any day now.

cutting targets

Still trying to figure out the right recipe for soaking cutting targets. I tried soaking them for a day, draining the water, soaking for the night, draining the water in the morning, letting them sit for the day, and then cut at night. But I think that makes them too dry; the targets are damn hard. Maybe I need to not dry them out so much. Tricky part is having them ready to cut at night after work and regular practice, so maybe if I drain them just after work and then cut them later that night.
Either way hard targets is just an excuse for not being able to cut very well. Still can't figure out two rolls; can't get the angle flat enough to carry through both targets but with enough speed and power to cut cleanly through the final target.

a penny saved is worthless

Abolish the penny!
My father said it, I agree with it, and now Safire extols upon it. The penny is, literally, more trouble than it's worth.

the burnmeister

Todd has shown the proper way to utilize both a Computer Science and a Linguistics degree. Behold: The Burnmeister.
Parental discretion is strongly advised; not for the weak of heart.

basement cutting

Today after class in Shibuya I did some cutting in the basement. The cutting stand is great. I, however, am lame. Gotta figure out what cuts I'll demo for the Kenkakubanrai festival June 20. If I can figure out shofu that might be a fun one. And if I can nail two full targets gyakukesa that'd be cool, too. Still got a couple of weeks so I best get cutting a couple times a week!

azabu 3rd gyoza party

The new home is coming together nicely. All the boxes are unpacked. Now if we can just sort out who's clothes go where.
The house itself is right next to the coin-parking lot, between Motorola and the Sokagakkai building:


So, to celebrate the joy that is a cathedral ceiling with loft, we are having Yet Another Gyoza Party:
Saturday,June 26. Afternoon until evening. Bring your own beverage.

tofu

After a day of mad shopping in Shibuya, hitting Loft, Muji, and Tokyu Hands for all kinds of house supplies, we headed to Bell Commons for dinner at Umenohana. Awesome tofu course. I love yuba (let liquid tofu sit for a bit and a skin forms on top, kinda like boiled milk. That's yuba.)
Hiroko's old college buddies assembled again for this first time in like 10 years. Scary.

marriage

It's all about weddings these days. We got to Hara Museum of Contemporary Art about 5:30 and checked out the exhibitions before the wedding reception started. Cool building, head-scratching art. Two very cool photos in their own room on the second floor made up the whole of one series in Noguchi Rika's "I Dreamt of Flying".


We can now say we've done this museum. Alas, it hardly warrants another visit.

integrity

A letter to Naganuma:
I remember when I first came to see a class of Mugairyu. You stood by my side and explained what was going on, and then you gave me a loaner sword and taught me the basics. As I signed up to be a member I remember you telling me "Don't quit!"
At first you continued to teach me, at weekend seminars, or whenever you happened to come to the classes I was attending. And I was quite grateful to have such a high-ranking instructor bother to teach a beginner like me.
After a while, about the time I started cutting and was promoted to Yoseibu, you spent most of your time teaching Yasuda and others.
At cutting class I'd ask for your advice, and you'd tell me "Figure it out on your own. You have to learn how to use your own body; I'm not you." And so I thought you were teaching me that everyone must walk his own path.
Then we did the Butokusai demo in Kyoto, and I got promoted to Denshobu. Then we got established Honbu Dojo and I came every Tuesday to attend your class.
You often couldn't make it to class: "I'm working out of town, sorry." and I respected you for working so hard, "I've injured my leg and can't walk", and I simply hoped you'd get well soon. The one time you did come to teach, you told me you can only teach me when Niina-gosoke is not around, and I thought it strange that what you teach would anger Niina-gosoke, but again I thought "Everyone has their own way." And when Sanno showed up and you ignored me to drill him for the rest of class I thought you were trying to show me "Even someone as advanced as Sanno still needs to practice."
And then the truth comes out:
As the Head of Promotions you told Kono what kata to do for the promotion exam, drilled him for two hours right before the test, and of course everyone else but Kono failed.
You lied about being injured, you lied about being on business trips, you lied about a supposedly unused practice place, and in fact you were secretly teaching a select groups of member and non-members.
Behind my back you tell others "I'm not going to teach that white-skinned punk kid."

You and Sanno have been kicked out of NPO Hougyoku-kai for conduct unbecoming of a member, let alone a high-ranking instructor. In my mind, you don't even qualify for respect as a fellow human, never mind as a fellow budo student. I can't even imagine why you felt it necessary to lie to me. You could have just denied or protested my promotions, you could have said "I will not teach you", you could have said "I am not teaching there tonight, I am teaching here." But you didn't. You lied, and you lied to cover up your lies.
You have surrounded yourself with others like you, you use people, and ultimately you will be used as well. I hope you all enjoy your practices. I hope you train hard and achieve whatever goals you have set for yourself.
Your way is about using the sword as a tool to kill. Your way is all technique, all jutsu, but no michi. Your character is twisted and blackened, and you either don't know or don't care.
All this time I wanted you to teach me, but now I realize you have already taught me the most important lesson: the best swordsman in the world is nothing without the integrity to match his skill.

brother, where art thou?

Chris goes to the Garden of the Gods. GOG is extremely cool. I remember visiting there about 10 years ago when I was hanging out with Brooke at Colorado College (or whereever it was she went to school.)
Fishing, rock climbing...he's a regular outdoor kinda guy!

gone fishin'

Chris, Sarah, and Keiran went fishing.
Chris fishing:


Sarah fishing:


Keiran fishing:


Ah, Americans and their love of grueling outdoor sports!

all in the hips

Tanaka-sensei drilled us on the five hashirigakari kata tonight. Needless to say, it's not just about timing, it's about actually using the hips to generate power, turn, draw, and cut. I am cursed with plentiful upper body strength, so learning how to not use it is my biggest issue.
I walk around now in a feeble attempt at imitating namba aruki; moving the hip forward first, the shoulder with it, and then the foot and arm afterwards. Badly done, it looks like a gorilla trying to pass for human. Properly done, it is smooth and natural, and easy to generate lots of power and speed with minimal effort.

After practice I set up the new eMac. Tired of using a beat-up old PC, we now have a sporty new white osX machine.

suidobashi

In a concerted attempt to avoid unpacking, I went to Suidobashi practice tonight and then joined the Welcome New Members party afterwards. Nothing like eating and drinking the night away as a procrastination technique. No guilt whatsoever. None. Not a bit. Now then, what box are my socks in?