Monday, April 30, 2007

Good on Prince Harry!

What is the big deal about Prince Harry going to war? What happened to Noblesse Oblige? I salute the young Prince's adamant refusal to be relegated to a desk job. For a soldier-- a royal no less-- there is simply no honor in that. If I were a young troop, I'd be honored to fight at the Prince's side. What an opportunity for glory! Have the British fallen so far that they can no longer see this? When does one get the chance to fight alongside a future king? Even somebody in line to be king? "Once more unto the breach..."

More importantly, they need this. After the Iranian debacle, the British military needs to show that it still has men with iron in their spines. The British Marines and sailors involved in that incident should be ashamed of themselves. To whatever extent they are not, is the measure of the fall of the British character. I don't necessarily begrudge them their behavior during captivity though they were certainly no Stockdale or McCain. What is truly ridiculous is that they got captured. Didn't they have weapons? Even if they were under orders not to fire, the responsibility always falls to the commander in the field. It's the water for God's sake. Unless the enemy is in a submarine, they can't sneak up on you. I really can envision a situation where a mad minute of weapons fire wouldn't have opened up an avenue for escape. Everybody knows that once you're captured you have to do what you have to do to survive. Obstinence in the face of torture or even possible torture is like infidelity at the Playbody mansion. Of course, it's better to be faithful but no would exactly blame you if you slipped... Knowing this-- if honor is important to you, you do your best not to be captured and you turn down that invitation to the Playboy Mansion. The commander on the scene clearly made a mistake and the honor of Britain suffered for it.

I believe that the young Prince feels this strongly. I believe that what he's doing is not just for his own honor but for the honor of the Service. Even if he is killed, he will show that the Royals aren't just figureheads-- that their hereditary advantages mean that Britain has special claim on them and their very lives. Recently, the British have "held their manhoods cheap." Here's to Prince Harry for restoring some value to the most important of things.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

G vs. E

Dennis Miller said something very intelligent about this whole Cho Seung-Hui thing. He said that he gives everybody a 48 hour pass after something like this. Because of the intensity of the event, people instinctively go to their "safe place" and spout whatever makes them more comfortable without much thought. I suppose I'm not different. Instinctively, I want to say you cannot prevent things like this. Arming everyone seems to be the only way to mitigate such damage. I don't know if that's right.

There's several issues here. The one that interests me is the debate about good and evil. I got into a long debate the other night about this. My friend denied the existence of evil and chalked all "evil" activities to physiological disorders. While I believe that mental illness certainly plays a large role in aberrant behavior, I don't believe it to be the sole reason. There is a difference between wicked-sick and wicked-evil. Here we get to a human tendency that leads to many a fallacy. We want to believe that all evil is illness because it infers that we can cure it. It's the same thing with Global Warming. I don't deny it's happening. We have metrics for that. But whether or not it's caused by man is open to debate. So what if 2000 scientist believe it to be fact. Science, unlike other fields of academia, is not dependant on concensus. Science is science because there is a definitive answer, regardless of what the majority of people believe. And given that, there is simply no direct nexus between CO2 production and the rise in temperature. A corrollation is not a causation. We may be causing it. We may not. All I'm saying is that the jury is still out- so to speak. When I say this to most people here, they go ballistic and I get called all kinds of names. I don't get offended because I understand what's driving it. We want to believe we cause it because the implication is that we can then stop or even reverse it. The thought that the planet will do what it does, quite indifferent to whatever we do, is terrifying.

This same motivation applies when it comes to discussing evil. You know evil when you see it. The only people who seem to dismiss it as something else, even when confronted by it, are those whose common sense has been excised by education. We have a sense of this when we say that small children can judge character in a way that adults cannot. I cannot convince anyone that evil exists. All the evidence I have is anecdotal. I don't have the metic to measure evil. But that's hardly a reason to say that it doesn't exist.

Evil is "badness" taken to an extreme just as virtue is "goodness" taken to the same end. The curse of humanity is mediocrity. When most people speak of equality, they don't mean making the weak stronger so they may compete with the strong. They mean limiting the strong so that they, in fact, become weak. According to Plato, such or morality is a slave-morality, not a hero-morality. Intensity, in polite society, is frowned upon. But intensity is the only way you excell. Before my injury, I was a world-class athlete. At the peak of my abilities, I spent several years involved with people from the Human Potential movement-- the goal being finding the common link between world class athletes. It went far beyond the physical. The difference between someone who competes at an international level and someone who's just very good is all mental. And the HPM folks wanted to find a biological marker for that difference. I was subjected to a barrage of tests. CAT scan after MRI after VO2 max. They did this for hundreds of world-class athletes in different sports. They've found nothing yet. There may be some common link that pushes us that extra ten percent. But apparently, we don't yet have the tools to measure it.

I think the same applies to evil. You know it when you see it even if you can pin it down. It exists and it manifests itself in men like Cho. It shows itself in places like Darfur. Parse it down all you want. Cruelty in action is evil and we all have to potential to behave in such a way. Our test as humans is not to eradicate the evil outside of us but to combat the resentment, the petty jealousies and cruelty inside of us that are the seeds of evil. We, as a society, did not create Cho. He is a result of his own weakness. Our responsibilty, as always, is to better ourselves.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Archaic Pedagogy

The sad fact of the matter is that most folks who consider themselves martial artists would do a very poor job of defending themselves in a actual fight. This is not because they aren't good students or the art that they practice isn't viable (though that can certainly be true). They can't fight or even defend themselves because proficiency requires a robust and practical training method and most martial arts, mired in the traditions of the East, do not possess them.

Kishore Mahbubani, the former Ambassador to the UN and current Dean of the Lew Kew Yuan School of Public Policy, wrote a book a few years back titled, "Can Asians Think?" Quite a controversial topic I thought though the book never got the attention it deserved. Imagine if it was titled "Can Africans Think?" or "Can Latinos Think?" Anyway, the book asked a very provacative question. Why is it, that given the tremendous advantage of the oldest coherent civilization, all the Asian countries, except Japan, were well behind Western nations is pretty much every category pertaining to standard of living? That's a damned good question. His answer, and one I well agree with, is that Asian countries place too much emphasis on tradtion, stifling growth and advancement. This is true across the board. A friend of mine when to China to study Chinese and he found the pedagogy at the finest Chinese University alarmingly backwards. In conversations he had with his youngers teachers, he heard them lament about the situation. The younger professors knew that there was a better way to do thing but they couldn't change anything because the texts were written by older professors and to criticize them in any way was simply verbotten.

Let me use aikido as an example. My friend, The Aikidoist, said in the comment section of a previous post that the lethality of aikido was on par with the lethality of harder arts, Muay Thai for example. He said that the skills of a fully competent aikidoka were just as effective as anything else. I can certainly see why he would think this. A properly performed shiho-nage will certainly do more overall damage than my best punch to the face. Throwing someone forcefully onto concrete beats any single striking weapon in my arsenal, hands down. The problem is, I've never seen a fully competent aikidoka. Every single person that I've seen and trained with, who had a chance of using aikido effectively in a real fight all had skills from other arts. I haven't met or even heard of anybody who only practiced aikido fight well. That certainly says something.

I understand why this is. If you look at the development of aikido, all its major proponents all had high levels of proficiency in other arts before they came to aikido. They all could punch, kick and throw properly before finding aikido. But because of that, there is no punching in the aikido curriculum. That's a huge problem. Look at the way kote-gaeshi is often practiced. The uke telegraphs something reasonable facsimile of a punch to the mid-section of the nage who uses tenkan to spin out of the way, grab the wrist and perform the technique. The fact of the matter is that if I crack a jab at an aikidoka's mid-section, he will simply not have enough time to do all that. I will pick him apart before he can practice any technique.

Once, while training with Ikeda sensei, we got into it somewhat. Ikeda Sensei is without a doubt the single most proficient practitioner of the art I've come in contact with. He's amazing and has performed feats bordering on the unreal. In this particular instance, he had me punch at his face and I mean really try to punch him. I never hit him and once he adjusted to me, he was able to knock me down everytime he hit me without seriously injuring me. He must have knocked me down more than a dozen times and I only had a bloody lip. That's amazing. I've never been knocked down in the ring. I can take a considerable amount of damage and stay on my feet. How was he doing that? I have some vague idea. He's a master at disrupting balance but it's interesting to note that he didn't use an 'aikido' technique per se. He hit me. I was simply moving too fast and adjusting too quickly for any traditional aikido technique to work. He paired it down to a punch but it was a punch done in an "aiki" way. That's why it knocked me down. He can do that and make that adjustment because he already had effective punches in his repetoire. If he didn't and only had traditional aikido techniques to use on me, I daresay he wouldn't have done so well.

Also, even after personally feeling the efficacy of his technique, I still do not know how an actual fight between us would actually look. I would never just rush in and throw my best punch at somebody like Ikeda Sensei. I would try to pick him apart with jabs and gradually wear him down. If I could slow him down enough with leg kicks (something traditional aikido has no defense for) then I could eventually beat him I believe. I know exactly what a fight between Master Toddy and me would look like. We'd square off and he'd launch a barrage I couldn't endure. Or he'd counter punch me to bits. You get the idea. The pedagogy of aikido doesn't allow me to glove up and see what my instructor would do if I actually tried to fight him as I would in reality. Even at the highest levels, I never saw anybody train like that. It was always that same uke/nage structure that is too limiting for modern self-defense.

When it comes right down to it, it's all about training methods, Take an art like Krav Maga. Developed by the IDF, it's popular with folks who worship all things Israeli. It certainly does possess some interesting things. But simply adding a gun disarm to what basically looks like a Japanese art doesn't do much for its efficacy. As interesting as some of their interpretations are, they are still practiced in that Japanese uke/nage one-step style. Fights just don't unfold like that in any situation. The Japanese training method only works if your opponent is telegraphing his one attack in which he marshalls all his strength, and only him. It doesn't work against a sneakier fighter.

For the East Asian arts to stay relevant, they have to advance. And some do. Look at Kyokushinkai Karate. The training methods have advanced because it's practitioners have gotten into the ring and really fought. If you take competition out of the training method, there is no standard by which to judge technique. It's true that some techniques do too much damage to practice at combat speed. But what's more valuable, a less lethal technique that you own or a massively lethal technique you kind of know and have only pulled off in controlled conditions? Martial arts have already advanced with the introduction of cross-training. Now we just have to advance the training methods and our arts will stay relevant and not become some relic of the past.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Another Benefit of Training

Yesterday was Burger Tuesday so LeCorn and I went Rosamund Grill to get some. It's generally a madhouse as the staff at Rosamund seem to be reject metal heads from the 80's blasting Motley Crue's first album while they grilled burgers and took orders in a manner befitting the DMV. Despite all that, their burgers are worth suffering through the ridiculous process but the coup de grace is the root beer on tap at the bar next door. SOP is to order your burger and then go next store and wait for it to be ready with a pint of cold root beer. What's better than that? Anyway, yesterday was different because while waiting for my burger, my blood pressure dropped dangerously low and I passed out unconscious. Lucky for me, LeCorn was there to make sure I was safe. Apparently, I was out for 10-15 seconds. I turned to him and said, "I don't feel so good." BAM! I was out and 15 seconds later I remember somebody saying to me, "Are you okay?" to which I replied, "Yeah, I'm okay." I, then heard LeCorn's voice saying, "No you're not okay." It was then I knew something was up.

LeCorn drove me to the Clinic to see my doctor where they took my blood pressure (69/57) and decided that I needed some salty broth. They wanted to give me an IV but my veins were too constricted for that. I hung out for a couple of hours and my blood pressure stabilized and I went home. It was no big deal. With all the exercise I'm getting, I need less blood pressure meds and the amount I was normally taking was just too much. So you could look at this incident as proof that I'm actually getting better health-wise.

There is a lesson to this. Corn told me that while I was passed out, I remained upright on my bar stool. I've seen lots of people pass out before and I know remaining upright in any capacity is uncommon. I'm glad I didn't fall over and hit my head though I'm sure LeCorn would have caught me well before that happened. Anyway, the only thing I can attribute this to is training. Somehere, my body knew enough to keep it together long enough for me to regain consciousness. This saved me from having to be dragged out of the bar which, in the middle of the day, might very well be the most embarrassing thing in the world.

Okay, there's no lesson here. Only some ridiculous anecdote that may or may not have anything to do with martial arts. But it's a nice thought and it's great to have bros like LeCorn who has now saved my life more times than I can count.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Budo

My good friend recently started a new blog chronicling his journey in his study of aikido. Check it out in the links under "Budo." What he has to say is useful to martial artists of every color and stripe. I recommend that my students check it out regularly and encourage my friend to post with more regularity.

Anyway, his post really got me thinking. What is the purpose of the martial arts? Is it to fight or is it's true purpose the refinement of character? It's the Budo vs. Bujutsu question. Truth of the matter, I'm not very interested in Budo. Let me take a moment and talk about definitions. "Bu" means "martial." "Do" means "way" or "path." It's interchangeable with "tao" and is in fact the same character in Chinese as opposed to Japanese. "Jutsu" (or jitsu) means "art" so martial arts would properly be called "bujutsu" in Japanese and "wu shu" in Chinese. "Budo" on the other hand means "martial way" or "martial path."

Why is this linguistic distinction important? I'm not sure that it necessarily is. It's a good place to start, however, in working on your own personal reasons for studying the art. As for myself, I came to the arts as a sport. I didn't need lessons in fighting per se. I was always a good fighter stacking up well against boys my age and a bit older. I liked the respect that my ability to fight earned me. I liked being treated like a grown man at 14 simply because I could kick a grown man's ass. I was a judoka and a good one but my fights usually involved my fists and not my skill at grappling. Judo was my sport (as was kendo) and I kept them quite separate from my fighting life.

Somewhere along the line, this changed. I think it was when I moved to the mainland-- the Bay Area specifically. Say what you want, the ability to fight here doesn't hold as much weight as it did in Hawaii. It gained me no respect which I found unnerving. It was also at this time that I discovered aikido. I read a book that talked about aikido and I thought, "Yes! This is what I'm looking for!" So I sought out the author and became one of his students. We had a serious falling out but I still consider him my greatest teacher having taught me pretty much everything of value in my life. Anyway, I was absolutely enthralled. I couldn't stop practicing. I never stopped thinking about it. I would drive any distance, sacrifice anything, if I thought someone could give me an answer to this thing called "aiki."

The problem was that my training partners were almost always middle aged people of questionable athletic ability. They may have understood aikido better than I did but by strength and sheer athletic ability, none of them could beat me in a fight. For some reason, that mattered to me back then. I tried and tried. I even sought aikido from rougher teachers like Toshishiro Obata who taught more of an aikiutsu variant. None of them had the answer I was looking for.

So I left aikido and went to study Jeet Kune Do. All of a sudden, a new world was opened to me. Jeet Kune Do was more to my liking-- taking almost an Aristotlean approach to MA-- categorizing them and putting them each in their place. The problem with Jeet Kune Do was that most of the people who studied it treated it as a shortcut to MA proficiency. They didn't have the the hard core background in a traditional martial art so instead of freeing someone from their confines, it just created sloppy martial artists. Think of JKD (different from Jun Fan Gung Fu) as a skeleton or an outline. If you hope to get the most benefit out of it, you must flesh out the arts. So instead of just a couple of functional traps, I went and actually studied Wing Chun. Instead of a couple of kicks and punches, I went and studied Muay Thai. To augment my grappling skills, learned Brazilian Jujutsu. Martial arts was finally beginning to make sense to me.

Muay Thai was the art that finally did it for me. Everything changed when I got into the ring. I guess I needed to prove to myself that I could hold my own against another trained fighter. Most of the streetfights I had gotten into were woefully unsatisfying. They all ended much too quickly and I was always left with a sense that it was more luck than anything. I wanted something where I could accurately gauge my skill against another trained man. Having settled that in my head, I finally understood the archaic aikido training method. I never really got it before because I was too caught up in my own insecurity to see it. Now that I was comfortable with my ability to fight, I could focus on the lessons aikido had to teach.

Do I think one art is necessarily any better than any other? No, I don't. What separates the arts are their training methods. What holds the Japanese arts back is a training method that is hopelessly mired in the past. In my class, we have a specific format which I found to be effective- technique, drills and functional training. Whatever technqiue we learn, we drill and then practice it in a combat format. Aikido would be better served if it adopted this structure.

But what did I learn? I learned that "aiki" is just the manner in which you perform your technique. I can do any art and perform their techniques with "aiki" just as I've seen many aikidoka practice the form of "aiki" with none of the aiki feeling. So what's the point? I'll get more into that in future posts. I don't have an answer right now.

I'm back

I apologize for my absence. I'd like to say that there has been some great project that has kept me from writing but unfortunately that's not true. I can't even say that my health has been great. Truth is, I haven't felt this good in 4 years. Even before my injury and even while my transplant was viable. My doctor, Rodney Omachi, is simply the best doctor in the world. He's one of the most competent men I've ever come across but what's different about him is that he cares. I have never felt so cared for in my life, even by my mother. God forbid any of you have kidney problems, but if you do, Dr. Omachi is your man. There's nobody better.

So the truth of the matter is I've been really wrapped up in a young lady who has shown up in my life again. Much like the last time around, she seems to have occupied much of my free brain power. I'm not proud of that but what can I do. This thing is doomed to failure. She lives in Atlanta and I have no desire to live there. But until it crashes and burns, I'm going to enjoy whatever it is we have because the it's so much better than anything else I've ever experienced. You can read into this whatever you like. I'm sure most of the cliches are true.