2008-01-18
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On becoming a karate nerd
I want to make a video icon and I don't know how. Specifically, I want to get a video of me doing an up-down-cross-cross-THRUST with the bo. If I can get the video made (it would be very short), can anyone help me out? Let me know.
I've been thinking about karate all morning. This is absurd because I am at work and have Important Things to Do with legal paperwork. As I walk down the corridors, I practice the inside forearm block/punch/palm heel sequence, punctuating each move with a "tst tst tst" hissed under my breath. I do slow kicks at the copier. In the kitchen, waiting for my coffee to brew in the coffee machine, I look around to make sure no one is nearby and then run through a series of movements at the beginning of my form: head grab, head to knee smash, fold/side stomp, drop to horse-back riding stance/elbow smash.
I haven't managed to punch an attorney yet.
Fiona is just the same way. She comes over when I'm at the computer at home to look at something over my shoulder at the monitor, and she's casually placing out side kicks at an imaginary opponent. She told me of something that happened the first week at her new high school: she was walking down the corridor and looked around, seeing she was alone, started a kick combination: front kick, back leg round kick, side kick--and suddenly, her foot was hovering about six inches in front of the nose of a very surprised student who had unexpectedly rounded the corner. She gave him a weak wave, croaked out "sorry!" and scuttled off in acute embarrassment.
It's weird. And yeah, embarrassing. And fun. We just can't help ourselves. Sensei calls it "being a karate nerd." We are reveling in the feeling of our bodies growing more flexible, more powerful. The more we do karate, the more we want to do it.
Fiona said she just has to go to sparring tonight. She has to hit something, dammit.
I know just what she means.
I've been thinking about karate all morning. This is absurd because I am at work and have Important Things to Do with legal paperwork. As I walk down the corridors, I practice the inside forearm block/punch/palm heel sequence, punctuating each move with a "tst tst tst" hissed under my breath. I do slow kicks at the copier. In the kitchen, waiting for my coffee to brew in the coffee machine, I look around to make sure no one is nearby and then run through a series of movements at the beginning of my form: head grab, head to knee smash, fold/side stomp, drop to horse-back riding stance/elbow smash.
I haven't managed to punch an attorney yet.
Fiona is just the same way. She comes over when I'm at the computer at home to look at something over my shoulder at the monitor, and she's casually placing out side kicks at an imaginary opponent. She told me of something that happened the first week at her new high school: she was walking down the corridor and looked around, seeing she was alone, started a kick combination: front kick, back leg round kick, side kick--and suddenly, her foot was hovering about six inches in front of the nose of a very surprised student who had unexpectedly rounded the corner. She gave him a weak wave, croaked out "sorry!" and scuttled off in acute embarrassment.
It's weird. And yeah, embarrassing. And fun. We just can't help ourselves. Sensei calls it "being a karate nerd." We are reveling in the feeling of our bodies growing more flexible, more powerful. The more we do karate, the more we want to do it.
Fiona said she just has to go to sparring tonight. She has to hit something, dammit.
I know just what she means.
If only . . .
If only that receptionist would notice that poor code monkey.
Lady, get a clue. He's so nice! Big warm fuzzy secret heart and everything. I feel quite indignant on his behalf.
Lady, get a clue. He's so nice! Big warm fuzzy secret heart and everything. I feel quite indignant on his behalf.