Friday evening


“I’ve had 56 students win gunfights in the past 5 years. I also had two students that died because they were unarmed when they were attacked. Carry your f***in gun.” – Tom Givens (Rangemaster)

OMG, Jen Jen Jen. This needs to stop. This ritual leadership team needs to break up due to irreconcilable differences. I had intended to perform my small part for next weekend’s event and then just stop answering her e-mails and fade away… which would leave the door open to at least show up and participate in a non-facilitating way once in a while. But it has become clear that she ONCE AGAIN did not like what I did at the last event, even though it worked just fine, and now she wants to vet my piece beforehand. She disguised this as a general message to everyone that “We don’t want to do (fill in the blank with what I did last time). Let’s all post our ideas so that we can be all goal-aligned.” So almost everyone posts except me…. since I’m still trying to figure out how the hell to deal with her shit without getting pulled into a dysfunctional drama scene, and I also still have about .02% doubt that this may be *my* problem because I apparently have no ability to function in ritual nor gauge accurately whether things worked or not nor take constructive criticism… and she posts another general message going, “Okay, the only one who hasn’t chimed in yet is Kitsune…..” then again this morning with, “I’m freaking out here, those who haven’t posted their ideas yet PLEASE DO SO”. Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ, this is the biggest event of the year and you’d think she’d have enough to do without having this much time and energy to ride my ass. Over a very tiny role, which is not going to make a difference in anything even if she hates it. I don’t want to be one of those people who causes a drama scene (or worse- bails) a week before a huge event, but I’ve about had it. This is nuts.

I mounted a pole in my basement gym to dry my gi’s on. When I first moved in here, I looked at the shower in the laundry room and thought, “Sweet, I can hang my gi’s right there on the shower rod to dry.” Well, turns out the air flow sucketh in there and they take about a week to dry…. which is not a huge deal, except the condensation is such that I’m worried it’s going to get all disgusting in that room if I keep doing that. I’m not sure the air flow and drying time are going to be much better in the basement proper, but I hope so. I’m going to mount a second pole on the porch so that I can dry them out there when the weather permits.

Friday evening BJJ in Bellevue. I got there early and had a long, thorough stretching session, followed by a few reps of the Tai Chi short form. Then Five Animals. Then Leopard Fist. I have not done any forms of any kind for, like, a year. I don’t know how I feel about it. It stirred some things. Some good, some bad.

KOtH, sweep vs pass. There was an awkward moment right that the beginning when Prof Herbert tried to pair me up with Sauleh. There were only about 8 of us total in there, so having Sauleh in there with KoTH meant a lot of extra wall time for me. Irritating.

Brandon has his purple belt. He continues to get bigger- and better.

A few spars. Lance first, ha ha. He was nice, and let me simply run a sub clinic on him. I also got a turn with Herbert, which was awesome if exhausting. It was very flowy. I tried really hard to flow. I think I made a decent showing of myself.

Sunday KOTH


“…he had begun to understand the great principle that moved the universe, at least that part of the universe which had to do with careers and success: you found the crazy guy who was running around inside of you, fucking up your life. You chased him into a corner and grabbed him. But you didn’t kill him. Oh no. Killing was too good for the likes of THAT little bastard. You put a harness over his head and then started plowing. The crazy guy worked like demon once you had him in the traces. –Stephen King

Sunday BJJ in Seattle.

It’s been great to do BJJ four days in a row, at 3 different Gracie Barra pods. I’m tired now.

I don’t usually get to go to Sunday class any more, but I had today off for a change because I’m working the holiday tomorrow.

It’s usually a bunch of guys 180-and-up in there on Sundays, but today there was a woman white belt, a small-side male blue belt, and Ben, aside from the usual selection of behemoths.

KOTH from various positions. I was getting really muscled around by a big white belt and a couple of the blue belts. I finally told the white belt that he should try to use technique on me, because he could “strength” me into doing whatever he wanted, but he wan’t learning anything from that. One of the blue belts seemed to figure it out for himself, after we struggled for a while and then he got frustrated and finished me by Hulking a sweep through. I said nothing, but he immediately made a disparaging comment about using poor technique. The next time we got matched up, he was much less Hulky and seemed to be putting forth some effort to do something technical.

One roll with the woman (Emma). She is pretty good. Great side control, weight, positioning. Gave her some pointers for her back mount attempts, during which she attempts to fall backward before getting tight enough.

Ankle- some twangs, and it continues a general low-level ache, but nothing major.

Came home and watched a rafter die at the river access point across the street. The Skykomish is both lovely and occasionally merciless.