Lessons to be learned

So here I am driving through downtown to go work on drywalling. I am sitting at red light and notice a older dude off to my right. He is sitting on his tricked out bike, with gorilla handle bars, sissy bar in the back, looking pretty cool. He is even wearing a bicycle helmet with sweet flames on the sides.

And he is just sitting there waiting at the red light. On a whim, he crosses in front of me in his unhurried way on his bike. I notice he has a smoke in his right hand. Then I spot a open container of beer sitting in a cup holder, duct taped to his right handle bar.

When he was half way across, the light turns green.

At this point, my thought is the bicycle helmet seems way out of place. This dude has the survival instincts of a slug in a salt mine.

So I sit at my green light pondering the lesson this meandering individual is teaching me. I try to live a safe, healthy life. Or do I? My calm demeanor hides my aggression. I use caffeine as a sedative. I practice iron bone to strengthen fist, arms and shins, and then see what kind of stuff I can break.

What do we use as a "safe" shield to feel safe? And what do we still do that we know is harmful to ourself? I think these are valid questions to always be asking ourselves. Do we really need that Quad Venti Mocha so we can spend an extra five minutes on the treadmill? Part of inner exploration is to see what is necessary for our growth and what is harmful. My T'ai Chi training is more like unearthing a lost civilization. ME! Bit by bit, the layers of defense and bad habits fall away to reveal me.

I strongly recommend a reasessment of one's self and finding the tools necessary release yourself from yourself.

How much for health?

Raising my cane up for another common sense THWACK across the forehead. I was watching a debate over the projections of health costs in 2010. The final agreed number is that we Americans (no foreigners allowed in this equation) will be spending 6.5 trillion dollars next year on health: insurance, doctor trips, surgeries, band aids, legal and illegal drugs (I can not keep up with these potheads and their legal stuff), and aspirin.

So using my cane to do some ciphering, that comes to $26000 a year per person in the USA. WHAT?! Seriously?! Holy Fu… This also includes the 25 million of us out of work. And those on Welfare. And those not legally in this country.

I am thinking I need a serious rebate due to being healthy for the last five years. Yes, it was just over five years ago I was really sick. It was a combination of Migraine/Flu/anthrax or some biological agent. I woke hurting and went to work. Within two hours decided to make out my will, because I was dying.

I left work and dragged myself to my doctor. There I was measured poked, pricked, elbowed and prostate checked by some battering ram device. Doctor said I just needed rest and it would pass. Then I ended up paying the exorbitant remainder that insurance would not cover. Health system gang-rape complete.

So I went home, took to aspirin and went to sleep, for about 36 hours. Yes, I was out for that long. Usually, if I am asleep for more than 4 hours someone needs to check for a pulse. I am determined to never get sick again. Being sick sucks.

My martial arts training has taught me to listen to my body. It has this cute little squeal when I am jumping off cliffs. No really, but adjusting my training, my rest and my diet, I have avoided serious illness. I tend to get slight headaches (lack of water), stuffy nose (over training or too much heavy food), stiff neck (taking little things too seriously).

I do have empathy for problem suffering from various ailments, just not a lot of sympathy, (none really). I put my time and effort into staying healthy. I feel most people put their time into whining and avoiding responsibility. This is where my cane tip comes off the ground and rises overhead.

We are all born unbalanced, some of us more than others. It just means this person has a greater challenge and a greater chance for greatness. The folk born with genetic difficulties are excluded for this rant. I speak about the normal folk that choose not to accept responsibility for their knees going bad, or their weight spiraling upward, or their whatevers getting worse each year.

So I do have empathy for your condition, just no sympathy for it. You have spent your entire life developing this imbalance through non-decision. Now is the time to decide to learn the tools for listening to the body and learning how to balance the body for a long healthy life.

The two biggest excuses I hear are that there is neither money nor time to train and be healthy. Well, 2010 people will be spending $2150 a month for health care. Even a snobby gym is not that expensive. First excuse solved.

You make a choice that you do not have time to train everyday. Your body will eventually make the choice for you. Then you will have time to be sick and suffer.

To me, a half an hour investment everyday to train is small beans compared to being sick for a week.

It is your life, you choose or not choose.

Swine Flew?

Nothing gets my cane tapping in agitation than reading about the latest rage in Flu’s. Swine flu this year. Another year or two, probably be mad cow flu.

Ever since I was old enough to read, I have heard about the yearly flu epidemic. And, OH NO, there is not enough vaccine to go around. This just boggles the mind.

So there are two problems to point out here. Number one, we need to hire someone capable of advanced math ciphering to deal with the lack of vaccines. For example, last year we had 40 million vaccines and we were 10 million short. OK, by my reckoning, let us make 50 millions vaccines (plus 5 percent extra). That is some right powerful arithmetiking.

So the lack of proper planning is causing these epidemics. Sounds easy to solve, and the vaccine makers get a hefty return on their investment. But this lack of preparation goes down to the base level, us. We rely on medicines to cure us of the winter ills. Huge mistake on our part. We believe medicine is available when we need it, but what we really take is drugs. Drugs cover up the symptoms until we eventually recover. These items have their time and place, but only under extreme conditions.

Worrying about your health while you are sick is like checking the lights in your home during a blackout. Kinda useless, kinda dumb…well really stupid. Health is a state of being we need to consider ever time we work out, rest, eat, and play. I see people in great shape, with six pack abs, running all day, and even some kick-ass yoga instructors, succumb to the flu. There is no way I can compete with them in their arena, and yet, one little virus knocks them to their knees.

Lemme repeat myself, health is a state of being. We need to learn our rhythms and adapt to changes so we can maintain our health. We have to be vigilant on a physical, mental and spiritual level. Any one of these items go out of balance and we open the door to illness.

In training the three aspects of self; body, mind and spirit, we develop awareness. Awareness of self only comes from constant training, expanding our boundaries and listening to our aspects. In this way, we can sit back from the incompetence of the whole and rap our canes against the floor in disapproval. Knowing, that we are healthy and whole as individuals first.

The Quest for Fire

Recently, I have undertaken a quest to find wood baseball bats. Yes, a quest. Back in my day (Cane waving feverishly), baseball bats were made of wood. I figured this would be easy, find a nice peace of maple gently turned into a solid baseball bat.

Now the second part of my task is to find used bats. This should be easy with like a hundred bajillion kids playing baseball nowadays. I scour second hand stores, re-used stores, playgrounds and only find three used wooden bats.

The cheapest was $82 at a re-sale store. I decided to ask the owner about finding wooden bats.

I asked him about finding really cheap bats just one step away from being tossed in the garbage.

His reply, "Why would you want a crappy bat like that? I have tons of aluminum bats."

"I practice Tameshawari, the art of breaking things. I will break these bats on my shins and forearms."

"I have one wood bat in stock, $82."

"Yes, I saw that. I am looking for cheap bats, maybe $10 for breaking."

"Nope, I don't see many wood bats anymore, It is all aluminum."

Being ignorant and looking at the cost of $185 aluminum bats I ask, "I think wood would be cheaper."

"True, but no one can swing a wooden bat for an entire game anymore. They like the aluminum at a tenth of the weight. It is all about competion now."

Perplexed face here. Let me back up on human history a tad. We are a bloodthirsty animal. No denying that here, or at Starbucks. At some point, human beings went from warring to gladiator combat. We could still get our bloodthirst fix, but from a safer distance.

Gladiator combat became more dignified sports like football, baseball, basketball and etc. Now, I believe modern athletes are the physical extreme of human beings. They push their bodies for competition.

As a wrestler in school, I was slightly above mediocre. In order to get an edge on my competion, I played football. Football was incredible hard on the body. So to get a head start on football, I would buck, and chop cord wood. Anywhere, for ten cords to 20. This prepared me for football. As a martial artist, I used the same philosophy for training. Want to master a 2lb spear? Train with a 9 lb one. Oh, my aching hands.

I look at the ads on TV for Powerscooter, aluminum canes, lighter, easier to handle. I realize this is all for people playing safe all their lives. I hear about figure skaters getting hip and knee replacements. The quest for competion simply creates throw-away people.

I realize competion demands better equipment, but I feel people have gotten away from the true meaning of training and competion. Today, it is more important to win, than to grow.

I watch the children being coddled and taught to play it safe. I know the parents mean well, but what I see are butterflies that cannot fly.

You will never find heroes among the sidelines. You find them walking away from the carnage.

ps. anyone have cheap wooden bats for sale?

Conversation with a Cat

Cat: Hey, floor is dirty!

Me: So?

Cat: floor...is...dirty. Run that machine of yours.

Me: You want me to run the vaccum and suck up all that Cat fuzz, Cat Yack and general cat fuckery?

Cat: Yes, , but keep it down so as not to disperse our calm.

Me: You know it is you catz that make my floor dirty.

Cat: No, that is not us. You just have dirty floors. Please proceed with cleaning at once.

Me: and maybe you catz can stay off my forbidden counters.

Cat: That is not us.

Me: I find Kitty litter on the counter every morning.

Cat: That is not proof and I stand by my last comment.

Me: I have pictures of you on the counter.

Cat: Photoshop.

Me: Why am I arguing with you?

Cat: We wonder about that too. Floor please!!!

Me: I could shave you catz? Solve the dirty floor problem

Cat: We know where you sleep.

Me: Yes, and I'll sleep quite well.

Cat: All this energy could have cleaned the floor be now. You are infringing about my laze time in the fading sunbeam.

Me: of course, no catz means a clean house.

Cat: I'll tell mom.

Me: Not if you are gone.

Cat: She is smart, she will figure it out.

Me: I'll pick up some plushy toys and laze them about the house.

Cat: We disapprove of your snark.

Me: Where are you going?

Cat: To leave some snarky incentive in your shoe.

Me: (head bowed in defeat).

Martian Invasion Begins.

The end is Nigh!!!!!

So for the past few months, my yard as been continually plastered with a chaotic form of crop circle. Grass being ripped up. I mistakenly blamed it on Coons and I apologize. I did find out, it was the first wave of the martian invasion.

So While I was out cleaning my self-cleaning Cat Genie (cleaning self-cleaning? Don't get me started. That is a whole other angry blog). I was wearing my welding gloves for protection against Cat Poo, ICK!!! And this martian berserker came right a me, gnashing teeth and all.

Normally our intrepid hero would just dust this fool off by popping an airsoft cap in its ass. Not an easy task to clean Cat Poo with a 9 mil in each hand. But my insane Kungfu served me well in this intense hand to hand.

I even caught it before it could scrabble a message in the grass about my Welding Gloves +6. Yeah, that's right smartasses, +6 for whooping ASS!!!! they have served me well in many martian skirmishes. And final smack from these gloves removes all memory of their magic.

I sent this monster back to its kind as a message, "Don't mess with us, we haz a fierce!!!" Yes, this is me taking the high road. I really wanted to brutalize the enemy and hang their piked carcass up for the martians to see, but High Command would have none of it.

I repeat my warning, the martians are coming. I stand as the lone sentinel against the impending onslaught.

I wait...

Philosophy dilemma

A Moral:

While taking a trip on a boat, a philosopher asked the boatman if he knew philosophy. When the boatmen replied in the negative, the philosopher sighed: "Ah, then you have lost half a life." A storm broke and the boat began to sink. The boatman asked the sage, "Do you know how to swim?" When the philosopher shook his head, the boatman said, "Ah, then you have lost all of a life!"

I think this little tale explains "doing" very clearly. Ten minutes of doing is more beneficial than an hour of dissertations, debating, and excusing.

Next time you are catching your breath, ask yourself if you are the philosopher or the boatman.

Not that philosophy is bad, but I save it for the eight seconds it takes me to fall asleep from a day of doing.

Stir that into your Latte's,

DarkArashi