The price of a dream

Our goodbye meal
Our goodbye meal

I met my girlfriend about a year and a half ago at aikido.  Aikido’s what I love to do, and one day she showed up to training with a friend, and stuck at it.  We didn’t really talk very much, not until I found out she was into philosophy.  Man, philosophy rocks.  And cute girls who’re into philosophy?  You may as well give me cocaine ’cause I’m hooked. (more…)

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Inspiration is everywhere! Or how to learn martial arts from manga

Miyamoto Musashi - inspiration all around him

I passed my driving theory test on Tuesday! To do so I had to answer ridiculous questions about whether diesel was slippery, followed by clicking a mouse button every time I saw a pedestrian. Now when I’m hitting the open roads and a pedestrian walks out in front of me, I’ll think, “CLICK!”, then wonder why 5 years later I’m still writing letters to the Driving Standards Agency blaming them for my vehicular manslaughter. Is that my imagination running away from me?  Hard to tell sometimes. (more…)

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Following dreams: the journey begins

Graffiti for following dreams
Some friendly graffiti in St. Ives

I had a dream about aikido last night.  I like it when that happens.  It’s better than dreaming about a gay experience with a mechanic, at any rate.  I dreamt I was moving too early in response to a punch to the midsection.  I like being able to say this because dreaming about aikido means it’s always on my mind.  If you dream about something, it’s like you’ve thought about it so much that it’s imprinted itself upon your subconscious.  Usually, anyway – gay experiences with mechanics don’t count.

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