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101  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Prayer and Daily Expression of Gratitude on: December 31, 2011, 06:21:05 PM
Very cool Guro C and PK! Enjoy!





Happy New Year to the DB forumites! May the New Year find you and your loved ones healthier, wealthier, wiser, happier, and more successful than this last year!

102  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / RIP Smokin' Joe Frazier on: November 08, 2011, 09:42:28 PM


http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/08/sports/joe-frazier-ex-heavyweight-champ-dies-at-67.html?_r=1&scp=2&sq=joe%20frazier&st=cse

November 7, 2011
Joe Frazier, Ex-Heavyweight Champ, Dies at 67
By RICHARD GOLDSTEIN

Joe Frazier, the former heavyweight champion whose furious and intensely personal fights with a taunting Muhammad Ali endure as an epic rivalry in boxing history, died Monday night at his home in Philadelphia. He was 67.

His business representative, Leslie Wolff, said the cause was liver cancer. An announcement over the weekend that Frazier had received the diagnosis in late September and had been moved to hospice care early this month prompted an outpouring of tributes and messages of support.

Known as Smokin’ Joe, Frazier stalked his opponents around the ring with a crouching, relentless attack — his head low and bobbing, his broad, powerful shoulders hunched — as he bore down on them with an onslaught of withering jabs and crushing body blows, setting them up for his devastating left hook.

It was an overpowering modus operandi that led to versions of the heavyweight crown from 1968 to 1973. Frazier won 32 fights in all, 27 by knockouts, losing four times — twice to Ali in furious bouts and twice to George Foreman. He also recorded one draw.

A slugger who weathered repeated blows to the head while he delivered punishment, Frazier proved a formidable figure. But his career was defined by his rivalry with Ali, who ridiculed him as a black man in the guise of a Great White Hope. Frazier detested him.

Ali vs. Frazier was a study in contrasts. Ali: tall and handsome, a wit given to spouting poetry, a magnetic figure who drew adulation and denigration alike, the one for his prowess and outsize personality, the other for his antiwar views and Black Power embrace of Islam. Frazier: a bull-like man of few words with a blue-collar image and a glowering visage who in so many ways could be on an equal footing with his rival only in the ring.

Ali proclaimed, “I am the greatest” and he preened how he could “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.” Frazier had no inclination for oratorical bravado. “Work is the only meanin’ I’ve ever known,” he told Playboy in 1973. “Like the man in the song says, I just gotta keep on keepin’ on.”

Frazier won the undisputed heavyweight title with a 15-round decision over Ali at Madison Square Garden in March 1971, in an extravaganza known as the Fight of the Century. Ali scored a 12-round decision over Frazier at the Garden in a nontitle bout in January 1974. Then came the Thrilla in Manila championship bout, in October 1975, regarded as one of the greatest fights in boxing history. It ended when a battered Frazier, one eye swollen shut, did not come out to face Ali for the 15th round.

The Ali-Frazier battles played out at a time when the heavyweight boxing champion was far more celebrated than he is today, a figure who could stand alone in the spotlight a decade before an alphabet soup of boxing sanctioning bodies arose, making it difficult for the average fan to figure out just who held what title.

The rivalry was also given a political and social cast. Many viewed the Ali-Frazier matches as a snapshot of the struggles of the 1960s. Ali, an adherent of the Nation of Islam who had changed his name from Cassius Clay, came to represent rising black anger in America and opposition to the Vietnam War. Frazier voiced no political views, but he was nonetheless depicted, to his consternation, as the favorite of the establishment. Ali called him ignorant, likened him to a gorilla and said his black supporters were Uncle Toms.

“Frazier had become the white man’s fighter, Mr. Charley was rooting for Frazier, and that meant blacks were boycotting him in their heart,” Norman Mailer wrote in Life magazine after the first Ali-Frazier bout.

Frazier, wrote Mailer, was “twice as black as Clay and half as handsome,” with “the rugged decent life-worked face of a man who had labored in the pits all his life.”

Frazier could never match Ali’s charisma or his gift for the provocative quote. He was essentially a man devoted to a brutal craft, willing to give countless hours to his spartan training-camp routine and unsparing of his body inside the ring.

“The way I fight, it’s not me beatin’ the man: I make the man whip himself,” Frazier told Playboy. “Because I stay close to him. He can’t get out the way.” He added: “Before he knows it — whew! — he’s tired. And he can’t pick up his second wind because I’m right back on him again.”

In his autobiography, “Smokin’ Joe,” written with Phil Berger, Frazier said his first trainer, Yank Durham, had given him his nickname. It was, he said, “a name that had come from what Yank used to say in the dressing room before sending me out to fight: ‘Go out there, goddammit, and make smoke come from those gloves.’ “

Foreman knocked out Frazier twice but said he had never lost his respect for him. “Joe Frazier would come out smoking,” Foreman told ESPN. “If you hit him, he liked it. If you knocked him down, you only made him mad.”

Durham said he saw a fire always smoldering in Frazier. “I’ve had plenty of other boxers with more raw talent,” he told The New York Times Magazine in 1970, “but none with more dedication and strength.”

Ali himself was conciliatory when Frazier’s battle with cancer became publicly known. “My family and I are keeping Joe and his family in our daily prayers,” Ali said in his statement over the weekend. “Joe has a lot of friends pulling for him, and I’m one of them.”

And when word reached him that Frazier had died, Ali, in another statement, said: “The world has lost a great champion. I will always remember Joe with respect and admiration.”

Billy Joe Frazier was born on Jan. 12, 1944, in Laurel Bay, S.C., the youngest of 12 children. His father, Rubin, and his mother, Dolly, worked in the fields, and the youngster known as Billy Boy dropped out of school at 13. He dreamed of becoming a boxing champion, throwing his first punches at burlap sacks he stuffed with moss and leaves, pretending to be Joe Louis or Ezzard Charles or Archie Moore.

At 15, Frazier went to New York to live with a brother. A year later he moved to Philadelphia, taking a job in a slaughterhouse. At times he battered sides of beef, using them as a punching bag to work out, the kind of scene used by Slyvester Stallone in the film “Rocky,” though Stallone said that he drew on the life of the heavyweight contender Chuck Wepner in developing the Rocky character.

Durham discovered Frazier boxing to lose weight at a Police Athletic League gym in Philadelphia. Under Durham’s guidance, Frazier captured a Golden Gloves championship and won the heavyweight gold medal at the 1964 Tokyo Olympics.

He turned pro in August 1965, with financial backing from businessmen calling themselves the Cloverlay Group (from cloverleaf, for good luck, and overlay, a betting term signifying good odds). He won his first 11 bouts by knockouts. By winter 1968, his record was 21-0.

A year before Frazier’s pro debut, Cassius Clay won the heavyweight championship in a huge upset of Sonny Liston. Soon afterward, affirming his rumored membership in the Nation of Islam, he became Muhammad Ali. In April 1967, having proclaimed, “I ain’t got nothing against them Vietcong,” Ali refused to be drafted, claiming conscientious objector status. Boxing commissions stripped him of his title, and he was convicted of evading the draft.

An eight-man elimination tournament was held to determine a World Boxing Association champion to replace Ali. Frazier refused to participate when his financial backers objected to the contract terms for the tournament, and Jimmy Ellis took the crown.

But in March 1968, Frazier won the version of the heavyweight title recognized by New York and a few other states, defeating Buster Mathis with an 11th-round technical knockout. He took the W.B.A. title in February 1970, stopping Ellis, who did not come out for the fifth round.

In the summer of 1970, Ali won a court battle to regain his boxing license, then knocked out the contenders Jerry Quarry and Oscar Bonavena. The stage was set for an Ali-Frazier showdown, a matchup of unbeaten fighters, on March 8, 1971, at Madison Square Garden.

Each man was guaranteed $2.5 million, the biggest boxing payday ever. Frank Sinatra was at ringside taking photos for Life magazine. The former heavyweight champion Joe Louis received a huge ovation. Hubert H. Humphrey, back in the Senate after serving as vice president, sat two rows in front of the Irish political activist Bernadette Devlin, who shouted, “Ali, Ali,” her left fist held high. An estimated 300 million watched on television worldwide, and the gate of $1.35 million set a record for an indoor bout.

Frazier, at 5 feet 11 1/2 inches and 205 pounds, gave up three inches in height and nearly seven inches in reach to Ali, but he was a 6-to-5 betting favorite. Just before the fighters received their instructions from the referee, Ali, displaying his arrogance of old, twice touched Frazier’s shoulders as he whirled around the ring. Frazier just glared at him.

Frazier wore Ali down with blows to the body while moving underneath Ali’s jabs. In the 15th round, Frazier unleashed his famed left hook, catching Ali on the jaw and flooring him for a count of 4, only the third time Ali had been knocked down. Ali held on, but Frazier won a unanimous decision.

Frazier declared, “I always knew who the champ was.”

Frazier continued to bristle over Ali’s taunting. “I’ve seen pictures of him in cars with white guys, huggin’ ‘em and havin’ fun,” Frazier told Sport magazine two months after the fight. “Then he go call me an Uncle Tom. Don’t say, ‘I hate the white man,’ then go to the white man for help.”

For Frazier, 1971 was truly triumphant. He bought a 368-acre estate called Brewton Plantation near his boyhood home and became the first black man since Reconstruction to address the South Carolina Legislature. Ali gained vindication in June 1971 when the United States Supreme Court overturned his conviction for draft evasion.

Frazier defended his title against two journeymen, Terry Daniels and Ron Stander, but Foreman took his championship away on Jan. 22, 1973, knocking him down six times in their bout in Kingston, Jamaica, before the referee stopped the fight in the second round.

Frazier met Ali again in a nontitle bout at the Garden on Jan. 28, 1974. Frazier kept boring in and complained that Ali was holding in the clinches, but Ali scored with flurries of punches and won a unanimous 12-round decision.

Ali won back the heavyweight title in October 1974, knocking out Foreman in Kinshasa, Zaire — the celebrated Rumble in the Jungle. Frazier went on to knock out Quarry and Ellis, setting up his third match, and second title fight, with Ali: the Thrilla in Manila, on Oct. 1, 1975.

In what became the most brutal Ali-Frazier battle, the fight was held at the Philippine Coliseum at Quezon City, outside the country’s capital, Manila. The conditions were sweltering, with hot lights overpowering the air-conditioning.

Ali, almost a 2-to-1 betting favorite in the United States, won the early rounds, largely remaining flat-footed in place of his familiar dancing style. Before Round 3 he blew kisses to President Ferdinand Marcos and his wife, Imelda, in the crowd of about 25,000.

But in the fourth round, Ali’s pace slowed while Frazier began to gain momentum. Chants of “Frazier, Frazier” filled the arena by the fifth round, and the crowd seemed to favor him as the fight moved along, a contrast to Ali’s usually enjoying the fans’ plaudits.

Frazier took command in the middle rounds. Then Ali came back on weary legs, unleashing a flurry of punches to Frazier’s face in the 12th round. He knocked out Frazier’s mouthpiece in the 13th round, then sent him stumbling backward with a straight right hand.

Ali jolted Frazier with left-right combinations late in the 14th round. Frazier had already lost most of the vision in his left eye from a cataract, and his right eye was puffed and shut from Ali’s blows.

Eddie Futch, a renowned trainer working Frazier’s corner, asked the referee to end the bout. When it was stopped, Ali was ahead on the scorecards of the referee and two judges. “It’s the closest I’ve come to death,” Ali said.

Frazier returned to the ring nine months later, in June 1976, to face Foreman at Nassau Coliseum on Long Island. Foreman stopped him on a technical knockout in the fifth round. Frazier then announced his retirement. He was 32.

He later managed his eldest son, Marvis, a heavyweight. In December 1981 he returned to the ring to fight a journeyman named Jumbo Cummings, fought to a draw, then retired for good, tending to investments from his home in Philadelphia.

Both Frazier and Ali had daughters who took up boxing, and in June 2001 it was Ali-Frazier IV when Frazier’s daughter Jacqui Frazier-Lyde fought Ali’s daughter Laila Ali at a casino in Vernon, N.Y. Like their fathers in their first fight, both were unbeaten. Laila Ali won on a decision. Joe Frazier was in the crowd of 6,500, but Muhammad Ali, impaired by Parkinson’s syndrome, was not.

In addition to his son Marvis and his daughter Jacqui, Frazier is survived by his sons Hector, Joseph Rubin, Joseph Jordan, Brandon Marcus and Derek Dennis; his daughters Weatta, Jo-Netta, Renae and Natasha, and a sister. His marriage to his wife, Florence, ended in divorce.

Long after his fighting days were over, Frazier retained his enmity for Ali. But in March 2001, the 30th anniversary of the first Ali-Frazier bout, Ali told The New York Times: “I said a lot of things in the heat of the moment that I shouldn’t have said. Called him names I shouldn’t have called him. I apologize for that. I’m sorry. It was all meant to promote the fight.”

Asked for a response, Frazier said: “We have to embrace each other. It’s time to talk and get together. Life’s too short.”

Fascination with the Ali-Frazier saga has endured.

After a 2008 presidential debate between Barack Obama and John McCain, the Republican media consultant Stuart Stevens said that McCain should concentrate on selling himself to America rather than criticizing Obama. Stevens’s prescription: “More Ali and less Joe Frazier.”

Frazier’s true feelings toward Ali in his final years seemed murky.

The 2009 British documentary “Thrilla in Manila,” shown in the United States on HBO, depicted Frazier watching a film of the fight from his apartment above the gym he ran in Philadelphia.

“He’s a good-time guy,” John Dower, the director of “Thrilla in Manila,” told The Times. “But he’s angry about Ali.”

In March 2011, however, on the eve of the 40th anniversary of the first Ali-Frazier fight, Frazier said he was willing to put the enmity behind him.

“I forgave him for all the accusations he made over the years,” The Daily News quoted Frazier as saying. “I hope he’s doing fine. I’d love to see him.”

But as Frazier once told The Times: “Ali always said I would be nothing without him. But who would he have been without me?”

103  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Citizen-Police interactions on: November 05, 2011, 03:34:52 PM
SG,

Every mini-maglite I've seen has an attachment point for a key ring. It might not have the coolness factor of a DBMA Kubotan, but I assure you it'll work the same while going under the radar.

Woof G M,

doh! you are right but of course, i overlooked that little hole! excellent, thank you for the wake-up call!

~sg
104  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Citizen-Police interactions on: November 05, 2011, 01:44:07 PM
Woof Guro C,

although my thought about the cane was in jest, point well-taken! thank you.



G M,

LOL - yeah, i used to carry a mini-maglite with me, even had the koppo wrap (thank you for the idea Don Rearic!) on one, but it seemed out-of-place on me so i stopped. As the weather is getting colder now in nyc, may start again, and just leave in my coat pocket.
105  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / jury duty on: November 04, 2011, 12:20:09 AM
Woof all:

*bows deeply*

Not sure where to post this, figured this is the most appropriate thread.

This week I was summoned for Jury Duty in NYC. IIRC it used to be you get summoned every 6 yrs, but they changed it to 4 yrs and many previous exemptions are now not exempt (which includes clergy, LEO's, lawyers, judges, etc). 4 yrs ago, I was summoned, got on one panel, but before the lawyers went through the process of picking jurors, we were told the parties settled. We were sent back to the Juror Pool. Was not called the next 2 days, was dismissed and informed I had served my Jury Duty.

Many coworkers told me to try to get out of it by indicating I would not be a good juror. I just told the truth in answering the lawyers' questions during (if I have this French term correct) voir dire. I figured if they don't want me, at least my conscience is clear, I didn't shirk my civic duty by lying.

Anyway, some observations:

1) Courthouse opens at 9am. There was a long line waiting to get in. Although there were 4 or 5 metal detectors, the Court Officers used 2. Anyone on line outside that had a visible disability such as walking with a cane, or in a wheelchair, were allowed in without waiting.


2) I have an official Dog Brothers Keychain. The first day, perhaps it was hectic in the morning, I was allowed to keep it. When I came back from lunch, one of the officers noticed it was a Kubotan and held onto it. I was given a receipt and told to pick it up before I left for the day. I'm thinking the officers confiscated the keychain, and yet, jurors were allowed in with canes! Truly an example of the Walking Cane being the last of the legal self-defense implements. Wonder if I showed up with a Cold Steel City Stick and effected a limp... would the cane be held? LOL

The second day in the morning, the officer looked at the keychain and asked me, "Do you know what this is?"... I replied, "It's a keychain." He retorted, "It's a kubotan." He asked his supervisor "Should we let him keep it? If he has one, he must know how to use it." I said, "Huh? It's a keychain, it was a gift." Supervisor gave me a receipt for it.


3) The case I ended up getting picked for happened in May of 2004... ~7.5 yrs later, case finally makes it to court. Wow, Justice system is slooow. LOL This was a Civil court, not a Criminal Court. The plaintiff was suing the City of NY as well as the officer for injuries, alleging, the officer used excessive force and caused damage to his neck and other parts of the body. In the back of my mind, how is it not a conflict of interest as I'm a NYC taxpayer, I'm thinking if I find for the Plaintiff, I end up paying him. I was the first juror picked on the first day (this Monday 10/31). It took the lawyers all of the 2nd day to pick 7 more jurors (6 jurors and 2 alternates for a civil case). We were told to come back in 2 days at 10am which was today.

We waited for about 90 mins before a court officer escorted us to the court we were assigned to. We waited almost an hour before the court officer came back informing us that the lawyers didn't finish setting up. We could break for lunch, come back at 2pm. Also, as luck would have it, there was a fire drill scheduled for today. We get sworn in, sitting in the jury box, the judge gives us instructions and sure enough the fire alarm went off. This was 2:15.

We go downstairs and about 15 mins waiting time, we went back upstairs. The judge finishes his instructions. He informed us they will take a recess. We go back into the waiting room for jurors only. It's about 3pm before we go back into the court. The judge informs us that both parties decided to settle. Judge and lawyers thanked us.

On the one hand, I thought this case may take a few days and was worried about missing work (I am an equities trader and monday and tuesday market plummeted), but on the other hand, I was curious what the plaintiff would say, what the defendants would say, what the medical experts would say regarding this incident, what were the details of the incident. We didn't get that many details during voir dire and it was over before it began. We jurors saw and spoke to the Defense Attorney afterwards and got more details. Plaintiff was a passenger in a vehicle with his 2 kids, 13 and 10. Driver was told to pull over as the Officers checked on xyz (forgot the reason the carf was pulled over). It was 2 am or so. Officers run the license and checking for any outstanding warrants etc. when the plaintiff flipped out. He got belligerent and then was arrested for disorderly conduct I think. At no time did the officers attack him. While the plaintiff was being put into the cell, he attacked one of the 2 officers. Plaintiff is a big dude, the officer kept punching him. Defense attorney said, most officers don't want to lose their job and wouldn't admit to hitting anyone. This officer admitted he punched him, '...many times to get him off of me.'

Bottom line:  plaintiff settled for $40,000. This irks me somewhat, we live in a litigious society where it seems you could sue the City and get a gift by accepting the settlement instead of have the case go to the jury for deliberation. I believe if we listened to evidence we would find for the Defense so Plaintiff got a gift and settled. Do not know the amount he was suing for, guessing it was multi-million, but could be wrong. As a law-abiding citizen, really peeved that grifters exist and get away with stuff like this.




4) Lots and lots of mental toughness training for me. Despite having a book and a laptop with me, it was a tough 3 days. So much waiting, so much of the time, seemed wasted... I'm sure there are stuff going on that we, as jurors, were not privvy to, but it really seemed like wasted time. Everyone involved with the case semed to take their time with everything.



If you've read this far, thank you.

Very truly yours in the Martial Arts and Self-Defense,

~sg





edit:  my post is in no way attacking the Court Officers or the Justice System.
106  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Alex Davis on Ego in MMA on: October 23, 2011, 03:19:10 PM
My friend Xen Nova, on a different forum, gave me a heads-up to this article/interview. Pretty much substitute "Life" for "ego" and it's my thoughts too...well Alex Davis is way more articulate than I ever will be. Not sure if we have a thread devoted to ego only, so hoping this is the proper thread for this.

Copied from http://mmajunkie.com/news/25767/as-mma-continues-global-growth-veteran-manager-alex-davis-warns-of-egos-ugly-side.mma:

As MMA continues global growth, veteran manager Alex Davis warns of ego's ugly side

by John Morgan on Oct 22, 2011 at 3:00 pm ET


As a lifelong practitioner of judo and Brazilian jiu-jitsu, not to mention a founding member of MMA's famed American Top Team academy, noted MMA manager Alex Davis has seen the sport grow from the beaches and jungles of his native Brazil to a global phenomenon.

And while Davis believes there are still plenty of opportunities for growth in the sport, he's also bothered by a growing enemy within the sport: ego.

"Time and time again, I find myself staring ego in the face," Davis recently told MMAjunkie.com (www.mmajunkie.com). "A lot of money has been spent, events have been created, fights have been accepted, enemies have been made and big decisions taken – all based on ego."

"Ego is a part of us, it is a definition, it is a part of our mind that we use to identify our self. It is a subjective factor that drives many of us. And it is also a major factor in our sport. Many decisions are based on ego, strange as it may seem."

In some ways, ego is an integral part of a fighter's psyche. After all, in order to lock yourself in the cage with another man intent on separating you from consciousness, a certain confidence is required. But even if MMA's fighters are forced to toe the line of cockiness, Davis believes the athlete's support team should be available to make more rational evaluations. However, Davis said he doesn't believe this is always the case in today's MMA landscape.

"I don't know why ego so permeates MMA," Davis said. "Maybe it's the feeling that we get when we watch a fight that brings it out? We see a great fighter obtain a knockout or a submission, and we watch as he celebrates. At that moment, he is the man – the hero, the winner! We all want to be like him; we want that aura. We want to be looked at in the same way we are looking at him. We want to be near him, to participate in the glory; we want a piece of this. It's intoxicating. It touches us right in our ego, doesn't it?

"But, it's not reality. Whatever motivated this same guy to end up in that ring, a whole lot of hard work also went into it – a lot of sweat and a lot of pain. And here is where ego gets in the way. Your normal person, who for the most part has never really taken any activity as far as where these guys have taken what they do in order to do it, don't get it. They do not understand this reality. All they know, and its unconscious, is that they want a part of that glory. They want to be like that, and a lot of people act on that feeling. They act motivated by ego, and they will try to buy that feeling.

"Ego is a sorry decision-maker. It's a sorry trainer and sparring partner. It's a lousy manager. Ego turns champions into losers. It makes them forget what got them there in the first place. Some guys seem to be inoculated against it. Other guys are completely moved by it, and a whole bunch of other wackos are intoxicated by it."

It's Davis' perceived influx of those "wackos" into the sport that have him most concerned. It's new breed of manager, a new wave of trainers – perhaps even a few prospective professional fighters – who have allowed ego to overtake the true spirit of martial arts.

"Decisions based on ego will always be the wrong ones," Davis said. "It's not a logical factor. It's a feeling, although a real one, and decisions based on it will deviate from the objective, which in our case is to win fights.

"Martial arts teach us humility, teaches us about ourselves. When we step on a mat to compete or into a ring to fight, at that moment we are all by ourselves. No friend or trainer can share that moment. It's us and that other guy giving us that dirty look from the other side as he goes through and deals with the same moment."

It's an ages-old creed for those who train in traditional martial arts. Honor and respect over ego and personal gain. But as MMA continues its rapid global expansion, Davis believes some late arrivals to the scene are searching for financial gains and ego boosts instead of remaining true to the roots of the sport.

"The potential damage ego can cause is something a lot of people getting involved in this sport need to learn," Davis said. "It's pathetic to run into these people that just jumped on the bus but seem to think that they can just come up and buy a window seat in the front. Reality is not like that and careers are being ruined by this attitude. Fighters are being pried away from places like Greg Jackson's or American Top Team and fed an illusion of what some newcomer can do for them – what a Greg, who has spent a lifetime time doing this, supposedly can't. And what is all of this based on? Ego!

"I guess it also has to do with our culture – what we see on TV, how heroes are created and fed to us. I have been many, many times to Japan for fights, and one thing that has always struck me is the completely different way in which the Japanese fans see fights and fighters. In Japan, a loser can be as much a hero as the winner. He is appreciated by how hard and valiantly he fought. He is worshiped for never giving up, even though in the end, he lost.

"There is a deeper meaning to martial arts and MMA. It's what makes this sport noble rather then a bloodsport. Ego has no part of it. Ego is shallow and futile in comparison. The fighter learns that lesson, and that's why for the most part, fighters can be some of the nicest people out there. But in all aspects of MMA, not just fighting, we must learn to separate ourselves from our ego.

"What makes fighters win fights? Hard training with the right people and the right attitudes at the right times. It's determination. It's the will to overcome, to stick with it, to surpass our own selves, to become better and better. Maybe some people are motivated to do this out of their own ego. I guess what makes each person tick is different. But for sure, the moment ego takes over as the main decision-maker, things will go downhill."
107  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Sanford Strong's Rules of Engagement/Survival Rules on: October 20, 2011, 09:53:59 PM
Retired San Diego Police Dept's Sanford Strong wrote in his book, Strong on Defense:

1. React immediately
2. Resist
3. Avoid crime scene #2
4. Never give up




Edit:  I highly reco this book for any interested in 'self-defense'.
108  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Guro Crafty's Rules of Engagement on: October 20, 2011, 09:37:37 PM
Woof all:

Cutting and pasting from the "Self Defense Laws of all 50 States" thread part of Guro C's post:


Woof all:


In the real world, our Rules of Engagement (ROE) and our environmental awareness usually are more important than our physical fighting skills. Some of us have clearly worked out our ROE already.   This is good.   Having a sense of what one is and is not willing to fight for is an essential ingredient of not getting started in matters for which one is not willing to fight.

He who has not really thought about it may find himself having to work things out on the fly while under duress-- not good!!!

For example, someone barks and instinctively he barks back as a matter of self-respect and/or the respect of onlookers.  Sometimes all is well-- the situation subsides.  But sometimes, the situation escalates and a terrible problem arises-- in this moment he must determine whether to fight.  If not, then he may fear installing a backdown from an adrenal escalation into his self-programming.  He may fear that this is very bad for future response to adrenal dumps.  He may fear looking or feeling like a coward.  As a result he may decide to fight-- that is to say he agrees to fight for , , , for what? Certainly not for anything which he would have fought if he had lready
worked out his thinking!

For me, and your mileage may vary, a fundamental principle is "What you think of me is none of my business".  Of course there may be variations, but on the whole if someone barks at me it is very simple: according to the physical realities of the situation I can leave or respond with verbal judo/de-escalation techniques.  If these fail, then I can be clear both to myself and to any witnesses that may be present that I sought to avoid the fight and now must act.  This makes for an unencumbered mind and a superior level of action-- and better testimony should it ever come to that.

My next rule of engagement is to "Avoid the Three Ss".  That is to say, avoid Stupid people in Stupid places doing Stupid things.

Putting these three rules together (Environmental awareness; What you think of me is none of my business; and Avoid the Three Ss) will prevent most problems before they even get started.


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SG's addendum:  some people add a 4th "S" = 'stupid times'

avoid Stupid people in Stupid places doing Stupid things at Stupid times
109  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Nguyen Thi Phuong, Vietnamese Woman, 'Ages' 50 Years In Days on: October 18, 2011, 07:40:52 PM
hoping this is the right thread for this news item. this is why i try NOT to take "medicine" if i can help it

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Nguyen Thi Phuong, Vietnamese Woman, 'Ages' 50 Years In Days

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The thought of going from age 23 to age 73 can be pretty daunting, but could you imagine going through the physical 50 year aging process in a matter of days?

Nguyen Thi Phuong was 23 years old when she switched medications to treat an itchy allergic reaction to seafood. A mixture of drugs left her skin sagging and wrinkled in a matter of days.

Neighbors said Phuong, now 26, is unrecognizable from her former self; her voice and black hair are the sole indicators of her true age, Tuoi Tre News reports.

more of the article here along with a video of her...

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/14/vietnamese-woman-ages-50-years_n_1011181.html

110  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Fall Dog Brothers Open Gathering of the Pack 9/18/11 on: September 17, 2011, 10:57:14 PM
Woof all:

A belated good luck, have fun, and may your experience at this Gathering be transformational!

Very truly yours,

~sg

p.s. Get well soon C-Mighty Dog and very inspirational post! Great post Poi Dog about fighting the young'uns!  Funny post Guide Dog!

Hope the cane and staff fights make it to dvd or youtube.
111  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / DBMA Parable of the Promising Porn Star? on: September 15, 2011, 07:51:02 PM
DBMA Parable of the Promising Porn Star?


Hmmm... perhaps this was it? Copied and pasted from DBMA's Facebook group:





I'm 56.

My philosophy is this:

There is a place within me which is forever young. I can go there whenever I want. The difference between age and youth is how frequently I can go there and how long I can stay there when I do.

Allow me to share with you a Dog Brothers parable: A couple wants to make a sex movie to remember themselves by for when they are older. The director cautions the husband about the rarity of being able to perform in front of a camera crew. The husband says not to worry, but on the day of the shoot, lo and behold, he cannot perform. The director starts giving him the
I-told-you-so routine and he interrupts to say "I can't understand it! We practiced three times last night and twice this morning!"

So I train not for volume of work, but quality of peak expression. When its time to say "Lets roll!" I will touch the place within me that is forever young.

I figure my passion for the mission will take care of the rest.

The Adventure continues!
Crafty Dog
over a year ago
112  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: DBMA Parables on: September 15, 2011, 06:58:39 PM
My bad.  It must be on the DBMA Association forum  wink

LOL - fair enough. After my last order of a whole bunch of dvd's from you, I didn't remember that my DBMAA membership was expiring. I am saving to rejoin the DBMAA.. no ETA unfortunately as I have to get a Kindle first. I have a whole bunch of books I want to read and the Kindle is the ideal solution for me to make use of the time on the subway commutes.



Which is, by the way, pretty cool! Lots of information...
Everybody should join the DBMA Association forum  smiley

Agreed, it's truly a great resource not just of matters pertaining to DBMA, but also of other subjects which truly helps one to Walk As A Warrior For All His Days! Cannot wait to rejoin the DBMAA... miss you all!
113  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: DBMA Parables on: September 14, 2011, 09:28:32 PM
Woof All:

Recently in other threads I have posted of the Parable of the Cherry and the Parable of the Promising Porn Star. 


Woof Guro C,

I've found the Parable of the Cherry, search turns up nothing on the Parable of the Promising Porn Star. Please enlighten. TIA.

~sg

p.s. sux that my work firewalls now block out access to this forum... it used to show up as "Sports" and I could surf here, now, somehow it's treated as "Social Networking" and "Discussion Forum" and hence my absence from here.
114  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / DBMA Parable of the Cherry on: September 14, 2011, 09:23:27 PM
DBMA's Parable of the Cherry (for first time fighters, either before or after they fight)

The three questions:

1) Do you remember the first time you had sex?

2) Were you any good at it?

3) Have you gotten better since then?
115  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Book exerpt of War by Sebastian Junger on: September 13, 2011, 09:51:47 PM


It is rare that I will straight up make a mass recommendation of a book but War by Sebastan Junger is one I will.  I am only 1/3rd of the way through the book and find it full of insight on a variety of topics that should interest persons interested in combat dynamics, real combat, and the situation in Afghanistan.
 
If you have not read this book, you should.  It is not a rehash of the movie Restrepo.  It is superior in content, story and insight.


Woof Guro,

Will add this book to my To Read list which is way too much, but with your reco and 'our man formerly in Iraq', I will bump it up closer to the top of my list Smiley

Cut and pasted from http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703880304575236550299552956.html:




Book One- FEAR

NEW YORK CITY

Six Months Later

O'Byrne is standing at the corner of Ninth Avenue and 36th Street with a to-go cup in each hand and the hood of his sweatshirt pulled up. It's six in the morning and very cold. He's put on twenty pounds since I last saw him and could be a laborer waiting for the gate to open at the construction site across the street. Now that he's out of the Army I'm supposed to call him Brendan, but I'm finding that almost impossible to do. We shake hands and he gives me one of the coffees and we go to get my car. The gash across his forehead is mostly healed, though I can still see where the stitches were. One of his front teeth is chipped and looks like a fang. He had a rough time when he got back to Italy; in some ways he was in more dan-ger there than in combat.

O'Byrne had been with Battle Company in the Korengal Valley, a small but extraordinarily violent slit in the foothills of the Hindu Kush mountains of eastern Afghanistan. He was just one soldier out of thirty but seemed to have a knack for putting words to the things that no one else really wanted to talk about. I came to think of O'Byrne as a stand-in for the entire platoon, a way to understand a group of men who I don't think entirely understood themselves. One valley to the north, two platoons from Chosen Company accumulated a casualty rate of around 80 percent during their deployment. Battle Company wasn't hit that hard, but they were hit hard enough. This morning I'm going to interview Justin Kalenits, one of the wounded from Chosen, and O'Byrne has asked if he could join me. It's a cold, sunny day with little traffic and a north wind that rocks the car along the open stretches and on the bridges. We barrel southward through the industrial dross of New Jersey and Pennsylvania talking about the deployment and the platoon and how strange it is — in some ways for both of us — to find ourselves in the United States for good. I spent the year visiting O'Byrne's platoon in the Korengal, but now that's over and neither of us will ever see it again. We're both dreaming about it at night, though, weird, illogical combat sequences that don't always end badly but are soaked in dread.

Kalenits was shot in the pelvis during what has come to be known as the Bella Ambush. Bella was one of the firebases operated by Chosen Company in the Waygal Valley. In early November, fourteen Chosen soldiers, twelve Afghan soldiers, a Marine, and an Afghan interpreter walked to the nearby village of Ara-nas, met with elders, and then started to walk back. It was a setup. The enemy had built sandbagged po-sitions in a 360-degree circle around a portion of the trail where there was no cover and the only escape was to jump off a cliff. By some miracle, Chosen held them off. Six Americans and eight Afghans were killed and everyone else was wounded. An American patrol hasn't taken 100 percent casualties in a fire-fight since Vietnam.

We turn into Walter Reed Army Medical Center and park in front of Abrams Hall, where Kalenits lives. We find him in his room smoking and watching television in the dark. His blinds are down and cigarette smoke swirls in the slats of light that come through. I ask Kalenits when was the first moment he realized he was in an ambush, and he says it was when the helmet was shot off his head. Almost immediately he was hit three times in the chest, twice in the back, and then watched his best friend take a round through the forehead that emptied out the back of his head. Kalenits says that when he saw that he just "went into awe."

There were so many muzzle flashes around them that the hills looked like they were strung with Christmas lights. The rounds that hit Kalenits were stopped by ballistic plates in his vest, but one finally hit him in the left buttock. It shattered his pelvis and tore up his intestines and exited through his thigh. Kalenits was sure it had severed an artery, and he gave himself three minutes to live. He spotted an en-emy machine-gun team moving into position on a nearby hill and shot at them. He saw the men fall. He went through all of his ammunition except for one magazine that he saved for when the enemy came through on foot to finish everyone off.

Kalenits started to fade out from lack of blood and he handed his weapon to another man and sat down. He watched a friend named Albert get shot in the knee, and start sliding down the cliff. Kalenits's team leader grabbed him and tried to pull him back, but they were taking so much fire that it was going to get them both killed. Albert yelled to his team leader to let go and he did, and Albert slid partway down the cliff, losing his weapon and helmet on the way. He finally came to a stop and then got shot three more times where he lay.

Rocket-propelled grenades were exploding all around them and throwing up so much dust that the weapons were jamming. Men were spitting into the breeches of their guns, trying to clear them. For the next hour Kalenits faded in and out of consciousness and the firefight continued as one endless, deafen-ing blur. It finally got dark and the MEDEVAC bird arrived and started hoisting up the wounded and the dead. There was a dead man in a tree below the trail and dead men at the bottom of the cliff. One body fell out of the Skedco harness as it was being hoisted into the helicopter, and a quick-reaction force that had flown in from Battle Company had to search for him most of the night.

The last thing Kalenits remembered was getting stuck with needles by doctors at the base in Asada-bad; the next thing he knew, he was in Germany. His mother had come home to a message telling her to get in contact with the military immediately, and when she did she was told that she'd better fly to Ger-many as fast as possible if she wanted to see her son alive. He was still alive when she arrived, and he eventually recovered enough to return to the United States.

O'Byrne has been quiet most of the interview. "Did anyone bring up the issue of walking at night?" he finally says. "On the way out, did anyone bring that up?"

I know why he's asking: Second Platoon left a hilltop position during the daytime once and got badly ambushed outside a town called Aliabad. A rifleman named Steiner took a round in the helmet, though he survived.

"No — the lieutenant said, 'We're leaving now,' " Kale-nits answers. "What are you going to say to him?"

"F--- off?" O'Byrne offers.

Kalenits smiles, but it's not a thought anyone wants to pursue.

KORENGAL VALLEY, AFGHANISTAN

Spring 2007

O'Byrne and the men of Battle Company arrived

in the last week in May when the rivers were running full and the upper peaks still held their snow. Chi-nooks escorted by Apache helicopters rounded a massive dark mountain called the Abas Ghar and pounded into the valley and put down amid clouds of dust at the tiny landing zone. The men grabbed their gear, filed off the birds, and got mortared almost immediately. The enemy knew a new unit was coming into the valley and it was their way of saying hello; fourteen months later they'd say goodbye that way as well. The men took cover in the mechanics' bay and then shouldered their gear and climbed the hill up to their tents at the top of the base. The climb was only a hundred yards but it smoked almost everyone. Around them, the mountains flew up in every direction. The men knew that before the year was out they would probably have to walk on everything they could see.

The base was called the Korengal Outpost — the KOP — and was considered one of the most dangerous postings in Afghanistan. It was a cheerless collection of bunkers and C-wire and bee huts that stretched several hundred yards up a steep hillside toward a band of holly trees that had been shredded by gunfire. There was a plywood headquarters building and a few brick-and-mortars for the men to sleep in and small sandbag bunkers for mortar attacks. The men ate one hot meal a day under a green Army tent and showered once a week in water that had been pumped out of a local creek. Here and there PVC pipe was stuck into the ground at an angle for the men to urinate into. Since there were no women there was no need for privacy. Past the medical tent and the water tank were four open brick stalls that faced the spectacular mountains to the north. Those were known as the burn-sh---ers, and beneath each one was a metal drum that Afghan workers pulled out once a day so they could burn the contents with diesel fuel. Upslope from there was an Afghan National Army bunker and then a trail that climbed up to Outpost 1, a thousand feet above the KOP. The climb was so steep that the previous unit had installed fixed ropes on the bad parts. The Americans could make the climb in forty-five minutes, combat-light, and the Af-ghans could make it in half that.

Several days after they arrived, O'Byrne's platoon went on patrol with men from the 10th Mountain Di-vision, whom they were replacing in the valley. Tenth Mountain had begun their rotation back to the United States several months earlier, but Army commanders had changed their minds and decided to ex-tend their tour. Men who had arrived home after a year of combat were put on planes and flown back into the war. Morale plunged, and Battle Company arrived to stories of their predecessors jumping off rocks to break their legs or simply refusing to leave

the wire. The stories weren't entirely true, but the Korengal Valley was starting to acquire a reputation as a place that could alter your mind in terrible and irreversible ways.

However messed up 10th Mountain might have been, they'd been climbing around the valley for over a year and were definitely in shape. On the first joint patrol they led Second Platoon down toward the Ko-rengal River and then back up to a granite formation called Table Rock. Tenth Mountain was intentionally trying to break them off — make the new men collapse from exhaustion — and halfway up Table Rock it started to work. A 240 gunner named Vandenberge started falling out and O'Byrne, who was on the same gun team, traded weapons with him and hung the 240 across his shoulders. The 240 is a belt-fed machine gun that weighs almost thirty pounds; you might as well be carrying a jackhammer up a moun-tain. O'Byrne and the rest of the men had another fifty pounds of gear and ammunition on their backs and twenty pounds of body armor. Almost no one in the platoon was carrying less than eighty pounds.

The men struggled upward in full view of the Taliban positions across the valley and finally began tak-ing fire halfway up the spur. O'Byrne had never been under fire before, and the first thing he did was stand up to look around. Someone yelled to take cover. There was only one rock to hide behind, and Vandenberge was using it, so O'Byrne got behind him. 'F---, I can't believe they just shot at me!' he yelled.

Vandenberge was a huge blond man who spoke slowly and was very, very smart. 'Well,' he said, 'I don't know if they were shooting at you . . .'

'Okay,' O'Byrne said, 'shooting at us . . .'

Inexperienced soldiers are known as "cherries," and standing up in a firefight is about as cherry as it gets. So is this: the first night at the KOP, O'Byrne heard a strange yammering in the forest and assumed the base was about to get attacked. He grabbed his gun and waited. Nothing happened. Later he found out it was just monkeys that came down to the wire to shriek at the Americans. It was as if every living thing in the valley, even the wildlife, wanted them gone.

O'Byrne grew up in rural Pennsylvania on a property that had a stream running through it and hundreds of acres of woods out back where he and his friends could play war. Once they dug a bunker, another time they rigged a zip line up between trees. Most of those friends wound up joining the Army. When O'Byrne turned fourteen he and his father started fighting a lot, and O'Byrne immediately got into trouble at school. His grades plummeted and he began drinking and smoking pot and getting arrested. His father was a plumber who always kept the family well provided for, but there was tremendous turmoil at home — a lot of drinking, a lot of physical combat — and one night things got out of hand and O'Byrne's father shot him twice with a .22 rifle. From his hospital bed, O'Byrne told the police that his father had shot him in self-defense; that way he went to reform school for assault rather than his father going to prison for attempted murder. O'Byrne was sixteen.

A shop teacher named George started counseling him, and O'Byrne spent hours at George's wood shop carving things out of wood and talking. George got him turned around. O'Byrne started playing soc-cer. He got interested in Buddhism. He started getting good grades. After eight months he moved in with his grandparents and went back to high school. "I changed my whole entire life," O'Byrne told me. "I apologized to all the teachers I ever dissed. I apologized to kids I used to beat up. I apologized to every-one and I made a f---ing vow that I was never going to be like that again. People didn't even recognize me when I got home."

One afternoon, O'Byrne saw a National Guard recruiter at his high school and signed up. The unit was about to deploy to Iraq and O'Byrne realized he would be spending a year with a bunch of middle-aged men, so he managed to transfer into the regular Army. The Army wanted to make him a 67 Hotel — a tank mechanic — but he protested and wound up being classified as 11 Charlie. That's mortars. He didn't want to be a mortarman, though — he wanted to be 11 Bravo. He wanted to be an infantryman. His drill sergeant finally relented after O'Byrne got into a barracks fight with someone the sergeant didn't like and broke the man's jaw. The sergeant was Latino and spoke English with such a strong accent that often his men had no idea what he was saying. One afternoon when they were filling out information packets, the sergeant started giving instructions that no one could understand.

"He'd be like, 'Take your motherf---er packet and put it in your motherf---er packet,' " O'Byrne said. "And we're all like, 'What the f--- is he talking about? What's a "motherf---er packet"? And then he starts pointing to things he's talking about: 'Take your motherf---er packet' — which is a packet — 'and put it in your motherf---er packet!' — and he points to his pocket. Oh, okay! You put your packet in your pocket!"

O'Byrne wanted to go to Special Forces, and that meant passing a series of lower-level schools and selection courses. Airborne School was a joke; he passed SOPC 1 (Special Operations Preparation Course) with flying colors; got himself selected for Special Forces; tore through SOPC 2; and then was told he couldn't advance any further without combat experience. 'You can't replace combat with training,' a black E7 at Fort Bragg told him. 'You can't do it. You can't replace that f---ing experience. Get deployed, and if you want to come back, come back after that.'

O'Byrne thought that made sense and joined the 173rd Airborne, based in Vicenza, Italy. He'd never been out of the country before. He wound up in Second Platoon, Battle Company, which was already thought of as one of the top units in the brigade. Battle Company had fought well in Iraq and had seen a lot of combat in Afghanistan on its previous deployment. There were four platoons in the company, and of them all, Second Platoon was considered the best-trained and in some ways the worst-disciplined. The platoon had a reputation for producing terrible garrison soldiers — men who drink and fight and get ar-rested for disorderly conduct and mayhem — but who are extraordinarily good at war. Soldiers make a distinction between the petty tyrannies of garrison life and the very real ordeals of combat, and poor garri-son soldiers like to think it's impossible to be good at both.

"I used to score three hundreds on my PT tests s----canned . . . just drunk as f---," O'Byrne told me. "That's how you got sober for the rest of the day. I never got in trouble, but Bobby beat up a few MPs, threatened them with a fire extinguisher, pissed on their boots. But what do you expect from the infantry, you know? I know that all the guys that were bad in garrison were perfect f---ing soldiers in combat. They're troublemakers and they like to fight. That's a bad garrison trait but a good combat trait — right? I know I'm a sh--ty garrison soldier, but what the f--- does it matter? Okay, I got to shine my f---ing boots. Why do I care about shining my goddamn boots?"

The weekend before they deployed to Afghanistan, O'Byrne and three other soldiers took the train to Rome for a last blowout. They drank so much that they completely cleaned out the café car. Traveling with O'Byrne were two other privates, Steve Kim and Misha Pemble--Belkin, and a combat medic named Juan Restrepo. Restrepo was born in Colombia but lived in Florida and had two daughters with a woman back home. He spoke with a slight lisp and brushed his teeth compulsively and played classical and fla-menco guitar at the barbecues the men threw on base. Once in garrison he showed up at morning PT drunk from the night before, but he was still able to run the two-mile course in twelve and a half minutes and do a hundred sit-ups. If there was a guaranteed way to impress Second Platoon, that was it.

On the train Restrepo pulled out a little one-chip camera and started shooting video of the trip. The men were so drunk they could barely speak. Kim was propped against the window. Pemble tried to say something about putting a saddle on a miniature zebra and riding it around. O'Byrne said his job in Rome was to just keep Restrepo out of trouble. "Not possible, bro," Restrepo said. "You can't tame the beast."

On the far side of the window the gorgeous Italian countryside slid past. "We're lovin' life and getting ready to go to war," Restrepo said, his arm around O'Byrne's neck. His face was so close to the camera there was almost a fish-eye effect. "We're goin' to war. We're ready. We're goin' to war . . . we're goin' to war."

The Korengal Valley is sort of the Afghanistan of Afghanistan: too remote to conquer, too poor to intimi-date, too autonomous to buy off. The Soviets never made it past the mouth of the valley and the Taliban didn't dare go in there at all. When 10th Mountain rolled into the valley in 2006, they may well have been the first military force ever to reach its southern end. They were only down there a day, but that push gave 10th Mountain some breathing room to finish building the KOP at the site of an old lumberyard three miles in. The lumberyard was not operational because the Afghan government had imposed a ban on timber exports, in large part because the timber sales were helping fund the insurgency. Out-of-work timber cut-ters traded their chainsaws for weapons and shot at the Americans from inside bunkers made out of the huge cedar logs they could no longer sell.

They were helped by Arab and Pakistani fighters from across the border in Bajaur Province and local militias run by a veteran of the Soviet jihad named Gulbuddin Hekma-tyar. Video made by insurgents dur-ing one attack shows tiny figures — American soldiers — sprinting for cover and trying to shoot back from behind ragged sandbag walls. The KOP is surrounded by high ground, and to mount an attack local fighters only had to scramble up the back sides of the ridges and pour machine-gun fire down into the compound. This is called "plunging fire," and it is hard to suppress or take cover from. The only way to fix the problem was to take over the high ground with small outposts, but those positions then also became vulnerable to attack. The battle plan for the valley became a game of tactical leapfrog that put the Ameri-cans into the village of Babiyal by the spring of 2007.

Babiyal was about half a mile south of the KOP and had ties to the insurgents, though it was not overtly hostile. American soldiers with 10th Mountain rented a residential compound from a local school-teacher and fortified it with enormous cedar logs that locals had cut on the upper slopes of the valley. The position was named Phoenix, after the city in Arizona, and had its counterpart in Firebase Vegas across the valley. Unfortunately, all you had to do to figure out the tactical problems at Phoenix was to tilt your head upward at Table Rock. Insurgents could pound Phoenix from there and then just run down the back side of the ridge when the Americans started hitting back. One American was killed by an 88 mm recoil-less round that shrieked through the narrow opening of his bunker and detonated; another was killed while running to one of the machine-gun positions during an attack. A soldier at the KOP was shot while stand-ing at one of the piss tubes. An American contract worker was shot and wounded while taking a nap on his cot. Another soldier stumbled and drowned while wading across the Korengal River in his body armor.

At a brief ceremony at the KOP on June 5, Captain Jim McKnight of 10th Mountain took down his unit's guidon, climbed into the back of a Chinook, and flew out of the valley forever. Battle Company's guidon was immediately raised in its place. In attendance was a dark, handsome man of Samoan ancestry named Isaia Vimoto; he was the command sergeant major of the 173rd and the highest enlisted man in the brigade. Vimoto's nineteen-year-old son, Timothy, was a private first class in Second Platoon, and af-ter the ceremony Vimoto asked Battle Company's First Sergeant LaMonta Caldwell where his son was. Caldwell walked Vimoto over to the wire and pointed down-valley.

'He's down there at Phoenix,' he told him.

Vimoto had requested that his son serve in Battle Company because he and Caldwell were best friends. 'You tell him I said hello,' he told Caldwell before he left the KOP. 'Tell him I came out here.'

There had been some contact earlier in the day, and Second Platoon spotted what they thought was an enemy position on top of Hill 1705. A twenty-five-man element, including two Afghan soldiers and an interpreter, left the wire at Phoenix in early evening and started walking south. They walked in plain view on the road and left during daylight hours, which were two things they'd never do again — at least not at the same time. They passed the villages of Aliabad and Loy Kalay and then crossed a bridge over a western tributary of the Korengal. They started up through the steep holly forests of 1705, crested the top, and then started down the other side.

The enemy was waiting for them. They opened fire from three hundred yards away with machine guns and rocket-propelled grenades. A private named Tad Donoho dropped prone and was low-crawling to cover when he saw a line of bullets stitching toward him in the dirt. He rolled to one side and wound up near PFC Vimoto. Both men began returning fire, bullets kicking up dirt all around them, and at one point Donoho saw Vimoto open his mouth as if he were about to yell something. No sound came out, though; instead, his head jerked back and then tipped forward. He didn't move again.

Donoho started shouting for the platoon medic, but there was so much gunfire that no one could hear him. It didn't matter anyway; the bullet had gone through Vi-moto's head and killed him instantly. One mo-ment he was in the first firefight of his life, the next moment he was dead. Donoho shot through all twelve magazines he carried and then pulled more out of his dead friend's ammo rack. There was so much gun-fire that the only way the men could move without getting hit was to low-crawl. They were on a steep ridge at night getting raked by machine-gun fire, and everyone knew the MEDEVAC helicopters would never dare attempt a landing in those conditions; they were going to have to get Vimoto and another man named Pecsek down to the road to get picked up. Pecsek had been shot through the shoulder but seemed able to walk. A staff sergeant named Kevin Rice hoisted Vimoto onto his back, and the men started down the steep, rocky slopes of 1705 in the darkness and the rain.

Captain Dan Kearney, the commander of Battle Company, drove down to Aliabad in a Humvee to help evacuate the casualties and remembers turning a corner in the road and hitting a wall of Taliban fire-power. "I was blown away by the insurgents' ability to continue fighting despite everything America had to throw at them," Kearney told me later. "From that point on I knew it was — number one — a different enemy than I fought in Iraq and that — number two — the terrain offered some kind of advantage that I'd never seen or read or heard about in my entire life."

When Battle Company first arrived in the Korengal, O'Byrne was a gunner in Second Platoon's Weapons Squad. A squad is generally eight men plus a squad leader, and those eight men are divided into two fire teams designated "alpha" and "bravo." In a Weapons Squad, each team would be responsible for an M240 heavy machine gun. O'Byrne spent two months in Weapons Squad and then switched to First Squad under Staff Sergeant Josh McDonough. The men called him "Sar'n Mac," and under his tutelage First Squad became one of the hardest-hitting in the company, possibly the entire battalion. When his men didn't perform well, Mac would tilt his head forward and bore through them with an unblinking stare that could go on for minutes; while he was doing that he was also yelling. "Mac was just a f---ing mule," O'Byrne said. "He was just so goddamn strong. His legs were the size of my head. His guys were his only concern. If one of us team leaders wasn't doing our job he got furious — because he cared. He just had a very rough way of showing it."

First Squad was line infantry, which meant they fought on foot and carried everything they needed on their backs. Theoretically, they could walk for days without resupply. O'Byrne was in charge of First Squad's alpha team, which included a former high school wrestler from Wisconsin named Steiner, an eighteen-year-old from Georgia named Vaughn, and a wiry, furtive oddball named Monroe. Each man car-ried three or four hand grenades. Two out of the four-carried standard M4 assault rifles and a chest rack of thirty-round magazines. Another man carried an M4 that also fired big fat rounds called 203s. The 203 rounds explode on impact and are used to lob onto enemy fighters who are behind cover and otherwise couldn't be hit. The fourth man carried something called a Squad Automatic Weapon — usually referred to as a SAW. The SAW has an extremely high rate of fire and basically vomits rounds if you so much as touch the trigger. If you "go cyclic" — fire without stopping — you will go through 900 rounds in a min-ute. (You'll also melt the barrel.) O'Byrne's fire team probably had enough training and ammo to hold off an enemy force three or four times their size.

Every platoon also has a headquarters element composed of a medic, a forward observer, a radio op-erator, a platoon sergeant, and a lieutenant who had graduated from officer candidate school. Second Platoon went through two -lieutenants during the first half of their deployment and then wound up with Steve Gillespie, a tall, lean marathon runner who reminded his men of a movie character named Napo-leon Dynamite. They called him Napoleon behind his back and occasionally to his face but did it with af-fection and respect: Gillespie was such a dedicated commander that his radioman had to keep pulling him down behind cover during firefights.

Lieutenants have a lot of theoretical knowledge but not much experience, so they are paired with a pla-toon sergeant who has probably been in the Army for years. Second Platoon's sergeant was a career sol-dier named Mark Patterson who, at age thirty, had twelve years on the youngest man in the unit. The men called him Pops. Patterson was both the platoon enforcer and the platoon representative, and his role al-lowed him to keep an eye not only on the grunts but on the lieutenants as well. His face got bright red when he was angry or when he was working very hard, and he could outwalk just about everyone in the platoon. I never saw him look even nervous during a fight, much less scared. He commanded his men like he was directing traffic.

The men of Second Platoon were from mainland America and from wherever the American experiment has touched the rest of the world: the Philippines and Guam and Mexico and Puerto Rico and South Ko-rea. A gunner in Weapons Squad named Jones claims he made thousands of dollars selling drugs before joining the Army to avoid getting killed on the streets of Reno. O'Byrne's soldier Vaughn was eleven years old when 9/11 happened and decided right then and there to join the U.S. Army. As soon as he could, he did. Danforth was forty-two years old and had joined the year before because he was bored; the others called him Old Man and asked a lot of joking questions about Vietnam. A private named Lizama claimed his mother was a member of the Guamese Congress. There was a private named Moreno from Beeville, Texas, who worked in the state penitentiary and had been a promising boxer before joining up. There was a sergeant whose father was currently serving in Iraq and had nearly been killed by a roadside bomb.

The Army has a lot of regulations about how soldiers are required to dress, but the farther you get from the generals the less those rules are followed, and Second Platoon was about as far from the generals as you could get. As the deployment wore on and they got pushed farther into enemy territory it was some-times hard to tell you were even looking at American soldiers. They wore their trousers unbloused from their boots and tied amulets around their necks and shuffled around the outpost in flip-flops jury-rigged from the packing foam used in missile crates. Toward the end of their tour they'd go through entire firefights in nothing but gym shorts and unlaced boots, cigarettes hanging out of their lips. When the weather got too hot they chopped their shirts off below the armpit and then put on body armor so they'd sweat less but still look like they were in uniform. They carried long knives and for a while one guy went on operations with a small samurai sword in his belt. The rocks ripped their pants to shreds and they occasionally found them-selves more or less exposed on patrol. A few had "INFIDEL" tattooed in huge letters across their chests. ("That's what the enemy calls us on their radios," one man explained, "so why not?") Others had tattoos of angel wings sprouting from bullets or bombs. The men were mostly in their early twenties, and many of them have known nothing but life at home with their parents and war.

The men who were killed or wounded were replaced with cherries, and if the older men got bored enough they sometimes made the cherries fight each other. They'd been trained in hand-to-hand combat, so they all knew how to choke someone out; if you do it right, with the forearm against the carotid artery, the person loses consciousness in seconds. (They die in a couple of minutes if you don't release the pressure.) Choking guys out was considered fine sport, so soldiers tended to keep their backs to some-thing so no one could sneak up from behind. Jumping someone was risky because everyone was bound by affiliations that broke down by platoon, by squad, and finally by team. If a man in your squad got jumped by more than one guy you were honor-bound to help out, which meant that within seconds you could have ten or fifteen guys in a pile on the ground.

O'Byrne's 203 gunner, Steiner, once got stabbed trying to help deliver a group beating to Sergeant Mac, his squad leader, who had backed into a corner with a combat knife. In Second Platoon you got beat on your birthday, you

got beat before you left the platoon — on leave, say — and you got beat when you came back. The only way to leave -Second Platoon without a beating was to get shot. No other platoons did this; the men called it "blood in, blood out," after a movie one of them had seen, and officers were not exempted. I watched Gillespie get held down and beaten, and Pops got pounded so hard his legs were bruised for days. The violence took many forms and could break out at almost any time. After one particularly quiet week — no firefights, in other words — the tension got so unbearable that First Squad finally went after Weapons Squad with rocks. A rock fight ensued that got so heavy, I took cover behind some trees.

Men wound up bleeding and heated after these contests but never angry; the fights were a product of boredom, not conflict, so they always stayed just this side of real violence. Officers were left out of the full-on rumbles, and there were even a couple of enlisted guys who had just the right mix of cool and remove to stay clear of the violence. Sergeant Buno was one of those: he ran Third Squad and had Aztec-looking tattoos on his arms and a tattooed scorpion crawling up out the front of his pants. Buno almost never spoke but had a handsome, impassive face that you could read anything you wanted into. The men sus-pected he was Filipino but he never admitted to anything; he just wandered around listening to his iPod and saying strange, enigmatic things. The men nicknamed him Queequeg. He moved with the careful precision of a dancer or a martial artist, and that was true whether he was in a firefight or brushing his teeth. Once someone asked him where he'd been the previous night.

"Down in Babiyal," he answered, "killing werewolves."

Excerpted from 'War' by Sebastian Junger. Copyright © 2010 by Sebastian Junger.
116  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Anonyponymous - The Forgotten People Behind Everyday Words written by John Bemel on: July 28, 2011, 10:24:01 AM
last night, i flipped through Anonyponymous - The Forgotten People Behind Everyday Words written by John Bemelmans Marciano (most famous example is the Earl of Sandwich)



here's one of the entries i typed up for a friend, posting here also:

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al·go·rithm n. A set of rules for solving a problem.

No, the first anonyponymous person in the book is not Al Gore.

When a word begins with al-, there’s a good chance it comes from Arabic. This is true with alchemy, almanac, alcove, alcohol (ironically), and algorithm, named for Muhammad ibn Musa al-Khwarizmi, or, as his Latin translators called him, Algorismus.

In the early ninth century Baghdad was fast becoming the world’s most important center of trade and learning, and while engaged at its illustrious House of Wisdom, al-Khwarizmi produced his most famous work, The Book of Restoring and Balancing. In it, al- Khwarizmi explained how to solve complex mathematical equations by a method called al-jabr, Arabic for “reunion of broken parts,” which came rendered in Latin as “algebra.” (See about those al- words?) On an even more basic level, al-Khwarizmi was instrumental in the spread of Arabic numerals. Not that he invented them, nor did anyArab; the symbols originated on the Indian subcontinent in the centuries leading up to Christ.

The set of rules laid down by al-Khwarizmi for working with these fancy Hindu number signs was so revolutionary that his name came to mean arithmetic, first in the Arab world, and then in the form algorism throughout the West. But this wouldn’t happen until al-Khwarizmi’s books were finally translated into Latin, about three hundred years after he wrote them, an indication of just how far the Christian world lagged behind the Muslim one during the intellectual deep freeze of the Middle Ages. Roman numerals—a system invented for notching sticks—didn’t get replaced by Hindu-Arabic ones until the mid-1500s.
117  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Re: Chess on: July 26, 2011, 06:41:48 AM
Arrrggghhh!  Major post just deleted by this fg shitely little laptop angry angry cheesy

Woof Guro C,

After that happened to me a few times, my standard MO when posting on forums is to copy my post BEFORE i click POST... and if it didn't take, paste post and hit POST.

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For Guro and lurkers,

Diagrams posted
118  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Joshn Waitzkin's Attacking Chess pgs 13-17 (Father-Son rivalry) on: July 25, 2011, 04:06:54 PM
Joshn Waitzkin's Attacking Chess pgs 13-17 (Father-Son rivalry)

Let's  consider the  short-lived  but  brutal  rivalry  of Waitzkin vs. Waitzkin. For the  first  two months of my chess  life, my father  and I played nearly  every day. We had  some  terrific  battles.  Dad  thought   he  was  pretty good and in our games  he never  held back. Some afternoons  he beat me three  or four times and afterwards I felt numb. But by the next day, after school, I was ready to fight  him  again.  We must  have  played  a  hundred games before I finally beat him. After that, our competition changed  in almost  every respect. I recall that after my first win Dad was thrilled ... but this didn’t last. For the next couple of weeks, as I began to win more often, he read chess books to get the upper hand. He was terribly proud  of my  chess ability, but at the same  time he seemed  frustrated. He didn't  like losing  to me. For my part, I didn't really want  to play him so much  anymore. I felt uneasy about checkmating my  own father,  but for an uncomfortable several  weeks  or so, we kept playing until he realized that this competition was not very good for either of us.

We would square off seated on the floor on opposite sides of a stubby-legged coffee table in the living room of our apartment. I couldn't  quite reach  all the way across the  board  and  on  long  moves  more  often  than   not knocked  over half the pieces. More than  once, Dad suggested  that I did this after  he had built a winning  position.   Maybe   this   was   so.   For   sure,   Dad   couldn't reconstruct the position  once it was scrambled, and  in those  early games  of my  career I was  at my  wit's  end trying not to lose.

Anyhow,  at  the  time  of the  following  game,  I had turned the tables on Dad and was winning most of our games.  By now he had become  a little gun-shy. In this game he figured he'd play it safe and copy my  moves surely if his position were identical to mine nothing  terrible would happen  to him. Lots of beginners try the copycat strategy, but it is a critical error.

Here is  the game:

Waitzkin-Waitzkin, 1983. I was White.

1 .e4  e5  
2.Nf3 Nc6
3.Bc4 Bc5
4.Nc3 Nf6
5.0-0 0-0
8.d3 d6  
7.Bg5 Bg4  
8.Nd5 Nd4
9.Nf6+ gf6
10.Bh6 Re8.

I  had   noticed  that   my  father was   copying my moves up to this  point, so I set a little trap. You might try to find it.

Waitzkin-Waitzkin, 1983



HINT:  I figured  that  his  predictability would  persist and his next two moves would be ... Nxf3 and Bh3. The question to ask yourself is: how can I change my position so that after  he copies me I can  take advantage?

I played   11.Kh1 ! and  he  played  right  into  my  hands:

11 ... Nf3 12.gf3 Bh3?

Now I used  the  small  difference in  the  positions to win Black's queen. What  did I play?




HINT:  Notice that  Black's king is exposed to check  on the g-file, while  my  king  is  safely  tucked away behind the h-pawn. The  rook  can  escape the  bishop's attack and check the king, gaining a tempo. Then,  check and check to win the queen.

I played  13.Rg1 +! Kh8  14.Bg7+ Kg8 15.Bf6+  (discovered check-the bishop has moved away exposing the king to the rook's attack. This is a double  threat because the bishop is also attacking the black queen. We will look at these concepts again and again.)  15 . .. Kf8 16.Bxd8, and White is up a queen. Soon after  this my father and I stopped battling on the coffee table.


In my chess life my father moved very  quickly  from major  rival  to  passionate coach.   He  had   misgivings about  our  early  slugfests and  would  be the first  person to say that  unless your little kid is very, very good, don't try to  beat   him   every   game.   Chances are,   repeated thrashings will kill his or her  love for chess rather than kindle it.

As a coach,  my father was  terribly  earnest about  my early games, and I believe that this helped instill in me a sense for the importance of chess. When  I was  eight or nine  and  had  suffered a bad  defeat,  he  would  not  talk about chess moves. He would say to me things like, "You know,  Josh, instead of looking  at  the  game  you  were looking all around the room." Even today he watches my face and  body English  for clues about  the quality of my focus. Before important tournaments we talk a lot about the  kinds of things I must  do to bring  myself  into  top form, and  afterwards we try  to figure out  what  I might have done  better: Did I study  enough? Too much?  Did I study the  wrong material? Had I done  enough physical training before   the  tournament? Had  I  slept  enough? This, I believe, is the best way for a coach  or a parent to help a young  player.  I am always appalled  when I hear a frustrated dad   scolding   his  four-foot  son  for  playing queen to h6 instead of rook to a7. I wonder if that  parent believes  that  he  is helping  his little warrior. His chess player  will  play  brilliantly and  make  mistakes in  the course of learning to attack and defend. It is the role of a parent to bring  a healthy, well-rested child to the game, and then  to focus  on the psychological aspects of chess: to encourage good concentration, coolness under pressure,  stamina, and  patience to turn  an advantage into a win. Sometimes a dad or mom should  be no more  than a shoulder to lean  on, someone with a strong, fresh perspective. Life goes  on. You win  and  you lose.  You'll get 'em next time. Let's go get an ice cream  cone.







SG's note:  I scanned and OCR'd the pages... please forgive me for any typos and/or spacing I may have missed.
119  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Guro Dan Inosanto on: July 25, 2011, 03:44:06 PM
Belated birthday wishes to Guro I!
120  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Prayer and Daily Expression of Gratitude on: July 20, 2011, 03:48:09 PM
38th anniversary of Bruce Lee's passing.

Grateful for his teachings which have had a positive impact on my thinking/training.
121  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: KALI TUDO (tm) Article on: July 19, 2011, 10:03:11 PM
Ah ha, got ya. Thanks (:

Woof CW:

N E Time lefty wink

Very truly yours,

~sg
122  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: The Older Warrior on: July 19, 2011, 10:01:27 PM
Woof all:

*Bows deeply to all*


Just some ramblings on my part... after this post, many may think I'm a crackpot or whatever... but just wanted to get some food for thought added to the table.

@Guro ... that is great insight from Guro I. Thank you for sharing! I massage my head/scalp and neck at times to invigorate it with bloodflow with a similar idea to 'wake up'.

@Kaju ... although you miss the Gatherings and the brothers of the Tribe miss testing themselves against you, I know they all understand. Heal yourself first! We have a mutual brother/friend in the process of healing himself which should be inspiration (if not already) on your road to recovery. Only you are responsible for yourself. Good luck and speedy recovery!


@C-Mighty Dog ... I'm a wannabe and probably may end up a "never was" ... lol @ myself. BTW,  good luck and speedy recovery!

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Here's the rambling...

Some times 'things' are written off because it is not the norm. Society says we must lift weights to be healthy, we must have muscle definition to look good, we must do this or do that because it is society's norms. Sadly that would be the easy way. We are all individuals, we must find out what works for us and what doesn't. Society's way may not be my way. My way may not be your way. Sounding very JKD-ish I realize, but it's Truth.

Who hasn't lifted weights because society says lifting weights is good? Like anything, if you have the wrong form, do it the wrong way, lasting injuries may happen. Sometimes there are alternatives which may not be accepted by the norm, but yet may work if you give it a try. Forgot which DBMA dvd mentioned this:  Guro Lonely was sick with a flu and something else, but there was filming to be done and he showed up, not 100%. Guro Crafty took him to a Doctor of Oriental Medicine and the Dr. prescribed some herbs to make an herbal tea... Guro Lonely mentions boiling the herbs for 10 hrs or so... after the tea, he felt better, nowhere near 100% but way better before he left Switzerland. Is Oriental Medicine accepted by society yet? It may still have that witch doctor/shamanism stigma attached to it that keeps it from wide acceptance as an alternative to Western medicine. I am of the belief that Western Medicine suppresses symptoms while Oriental Medicine seeks to heal the sickness which causes the symptoms...Western medicine is also about getting doctors, pharmaceutical co's and insurance co's paid but I digress.  I could go on about acupunture, qigong/chi kung etc. which faces the same stigma that Oriental Medicine faces.

There is yin and yang, there is hard and soft... to the commonly accepted Western conditioning/training hardness perhaps some of the soft arts like yoga or the Chinese internal martial arts (neijia - taiji/tai chi, bagua/pa kua, xing yi/hsing i) and qigong/chi kung may help. We hear stories of Chinese masters who are in their 70's-90's who seem as lively and energetic of someone in their 30's-40's. The Sports Illustrated article mentioned 37 as an age where things seem to go downhill... the Chinese have a saying, I forget the exact translation, but it's words to the effect of "Before 30 yrs of age, one fears nothing... after 30, one starts fearing sickness/ailments/body malfunctions starting". Perhaps if a good foundation is laid with understanding the body with the internal arts, there is lessened chance of the effects of aging? Westerners hear someone 60+ yrs old and they think they need a cane to walk... there are many Asians who are 60+ who are still active...of course there are also non-active 60+, but most of the active elderly I encountered have practiced Tai Chi/Taiji or Qigong/Chi Kung... perhaps there is something to this mysterious (unproven scientifically to Western mindsets) 'thing' called Chi/Qi? The basic idea is that qi/chi/blood/energy is flowing and if it flows, your body is healthy and the effects of aging are retarded.

For the record I'm 46 this year, I am nowhere what I used to be physically. I regret not keeping up tai chi practice when my dad taught me when I was 10. He taught me some yoga when I was younger than that. My dad never forced me to do anything and unfortunately, I regret not keeping up with the valuable lessons I learned when younger. I'm exploring them again along with qigong/chi kung and some internal martial arts. We will see where it takes me. My sojourn continues...



It's late, I'm rambling, I'm sure you all think me wacked after this post... thank you for letting me 'speak' and present food for thought.

Very truly yours in the martial arts,

~sg
123  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: KALI TUDO (tm) Article on: July 19, 2011, 04:24:05 PM




Forgive me the moment of shameless marketing, but there is more full discussion of this question within the DBMA Ass'n wink

Yip!
CD

DBMA Ass'n?






Woof CW:

http://dogbrothers.com/amember/signup.php

http://dogbrothers.com/amember/

It's the members only portion of the site, discussions not meant for the public forum... you get access to Vid-Lessons - not meant to be shared with general public, 10% discount on items sold in the Store, discuss DBMA with other members (some of them instructors from other systems, as well as some being full DB), also ask Guro C something and get a reply that he wouldn't normally disclose in public forum, etc.

There is a LOT of information and knowledge shared in the DBMMA forums by Guro C as well as other DBMAAers! Highly reco'd!!


edit:  if you are serious about DBMA, DBMAA is a must. I neglected to renew my membership recently when I sent in my order for loads of dvd's... saving now and cannot wait to get back in DBMAA.
124  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Andy Soltis - Pawn Structure Chess on: July 19, 2011, 12:08:04 PM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pawn_structure

125  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Re: Chess on: July 19, 2011, 11:33:54 AM
Guro C,

Not sure if your children have a Nintendo DS. My kids have a DS and one chess game I came across was pretty good IMO.

I'm firewalled from gaming sites at work, but check out this URL:

http://www.ubi.com/US/Games/Info.aspx?pId=5894

Josh Waitzkin should be no stranger to chess enthusiasts as well as MAists (chess prodigy, subject of the book and movie, Searching for Bobby Fischer, as well World Champ in Push hands competition, student of William CC Chen, and also a brown belt under Marcelo Garcia BJJ)... he "teaches" chess in Chessmaster:  Art of Learning. There are various strength levels of your opponents... options for quick play, rated play with or without a chess clock. There are also chess 'games' where it's not standard chess, but IMO it develops aspects of one's chess game... one of them is to use a knight to capture pieces randomly placed on board... another helps your combinations, etc

If you have 2 DS's, you can play vs live opponent, although, at that point, if i had the space and board/pieces, would not prefer to play it on the DS.


Guessing other portable gaming systems should have a chess game on it.
126  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Re: Chess on: July 19, 2011, 10:47:51 AM
This morning I fooled around with the a PK4,KBP4 gambit operating under the assumption the gambit would be accepted.  Who could resist such recklessly offered bait after all?  Apparently the Russian I played with this evening.  I could tell about 4 moves into  declined gambit he played that he was good.  Around move 12 I foolishly pushed a pawn to harass his knight and things went down hill from there.

Alerted by this experience to his level, I beat him in games 2 and 3 grin

I kicked ass with a lesser player or two with it and then used it to good effect with a good player.  Fortunately he gifted me a piece early in the game, which made things easier, especially as the quality of his play got very strong in the latter part of the game.  I really had to struggle to get the win even though for a while I had a substantial advantage in pieces.

Initial impression:  This opening seems very promising and a good fit to my temperament.  Very aggressive AND unfamiliar to most people- which helps against quality players who have really studied openings while I am more or less winging it.  With the KBP gambit, we are both winging it cool

This is the "King's Gambit". I used to play this opening but I didn't delve that deeply into it after hearing at the GM/Master levels it's usually draws, or at least back when I played, not sure if there were recent innovations to it. It was in Bobby Fischer's repertoire, it is usually attack-oriented, gambiting a pawn early to facilitate rapid deployment of your forces which was precisely why I played it against from friends. Around the time I played, it's said the GM's used this opening to secure a draw instead of playing a riskier opening and chancing a loss. It became more positional play for them. At which point, the opening probably fell out of favor in upper-level play.

Ages ago, we discussed Chess, I don't remember, did I send you a King's Gambit book? Although it was dated, it should have given you a basic understanding of the opening and the various lines of gam

Too bad I was so beat last year after Guro Hunt's hosting of you, I had to go home to wife and kids and I suspect you wouldn't have time for a few quick games. And mentally my head was spinning from the material you taught those 2 days, so I probably wouldn't have played my sharpest LOL





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Around move 12 I foolishly pushed a pawn to harass his knight and things went down hill from there.

One concept I learned early on... pawn structure is very important because pawns cannot move backwards... once a pawn is pushed it changes the dynamics of the position. Andy Soltis back in da day had a good book about it, IIRC, "Pawn Structure Chess"... Aron Nimzovich, wrote a book called "My System", he was one of the Fathers of the Hypermodern School of chess (attack from flanks and not the center... he wrote a bit on pawn structure in that book.  Haven't looked at a chess book in ages, not sure if there are other and better books out there, but Nimzovich teaches about pawn chains and how to break them, where to attack...

Against the KP opening, the French Defense (1 e4 e6 2 d4 d5) and the Caro-Kann defense (1 e4 c6 2 d4 d5) will be about pawn chains and of course for the QP openings, the Queen's Gambit are all about pawn chains.

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Fortunately he gifted me a piece early in the game, which made things easier, especially as the quality of his play got very strong in the latter part of the game.  I really had to struggle to get the win even though for a while I had a substantial advantage in pieces.

Not sure of the position, but sometimes despite one player's advantage of having an extra piece, his forces are not coordinated in their efforts to attack the enemy King... and if you were up a piece, perhaps your opponent was able to take some pawns as compensation... a knight/bishop is worth roughly 3 pawns/3.5 pawns... a rook = 5 pawns. One general strategy is if you are up a piece, look to trade pieces and when the dust settles, you would have a clear advantage with your extra piece. Quoting a wise man I know, despite this quote not coming from chess, it is apt:    "WHEN YOU HAVE ADVANTAGE, TAKE ADVANTAGE!" (for the lurkers, that's Guro Crafty's quote in DBMA)  grin  Of course, this presupposes your endgames are decent already (knowing how to create a passed pawn, how to activate your king to help protect the passed pawn, ...). Be sure you know the basic mating patterns also.
127  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Re: Swiss Champ on: July 19, 2011, 09:58:35 AM
I brought a nice travelling set with me to Bern |(the board rolls up, classic Staunton design for the pieces) and set it up in open invitation in the dining area at the campground where we are holding the Euro Gg and Training Camp.  A man in his 50s chatted with me briefly to size me up and then he said he had time for  one game.  My play was pretty solid for about 10 moves- I could tell he was good- and then I made one minor mistake and he stomped me with ruthless efficiency.  I asked for another game and he readily agreed.   Now fully aware of his level, I played much better, but the result was the same.  He complimented me (in response to his Queen's pawn opening I had played an off center QB pawn gambit that I developed playing against my son) Shyly, to help assuage my feelings, he let me know he had been a professional player and had been the champion of Switzerland with a ranking of 2300!  We played for about three hours more- or perhaps I should say he coached me for three hours.   Awesome experience!

That is awesome! That would be like me having a private with you in DBMA or with any of the masters! 2200+ is called "Master" rank... very very strong in terms of openings, middle games, tactics, strategy, mental stamina to keep at it as well as superstrong in endgames.
128  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: European “Gathering of the Pack” 2011 on: July 18, 2011, 06:51:27 PM
"Over 50 fighters on the day, 65 registered but for many reasons several people couldn't attend." 

Perhaps a last minute mini-epidemic of vaginitis?  evil cheesy



"pu soir" has been called?

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Great writeup Point Dog... thank you!

Congratulations to all who showed up to test themselves as well as their 'brothers' to test themselves... congrats on the ascensions!
129  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: European “Gathering of the Pack” 2011 on: July 15, 2011, 04:25:36 PM
LOL! My initial thought was because Kostas is from Greece he is C-Spartan Dog!

Very cool that Guro C was able to give you a few pointers, if you need more, you can always watch/rewatch Gordon Liu Chia-hui in "36th Chamber of Shaolin" aka "Master Killer" or "Heroes of the East" aka "Shaolin vs Ninja" wink
130  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: European “Gathering of the Pack” 2011 on: July 15, 2011, 03:40:57 PM
Woof:

Sounds like this Euro Gathering was a huge success! Congratulations to everyone involved especially Guro Crafty and Guro Lonely!!

Out of all the Dog Brothers Martial Arts Association European members, feel the 'closest' to C-Gong Fu Dog and candidate DB Kostas (what's your DB name going to be?) - Congratulations to both of you!!! Cannot wait to check out the 3 Sectional Staff fight!

Very truly yours in the MA and SD,

~sg
131  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / RIP Peter Falk on: June 24, 2011, 03:25:24 PM
http://www.tmz.com/2011/06/24/peter-falk-columbo-dead-dies-actor-passes-away/

'Columbo' Star Peter Falk Dies
6/24/2011 10:35 AM PDT by TMZ Staff   



Falk -- who suffered from Alzheimer's disease -- was 83.

A rep for the family tells TMZ, "Peter Falk, 83-year-old Academy Award nominee and star of television series, 'Columbo', died peacefully at his Beverly Hills home in the evening of June 23, 2011."

The rep continued, "Peter Falk is survived by his wife, Shera, of 34 years and two daughters from a previous marriage."

In addition to "Columbo," Falk starred in "Princess Bride," "Brigadoon" and "The Great Race."

Peter's wife, Shera and daughter Catherine were locked in a legal battle in 2009 over the creation of a conservatorship for Peter and who would control it.  In the end, the judge appointed Shera conservator.

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May Peter Falk meet Bobby Fischer and play chess forever.
132  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: MMA Thread on: June 15, 2011, 01:20:06 PM
No one gave Rogers a chance against Fedor, but he did well... also could be a factor of Fedor being overconfident.

On any given day, any fighter can beat any other fighter. It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings.
133  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Rest in Peace on: May 31, 2011, 09:22:45 AM
RIP Wally Jay
134  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Dog Brothers 2011 Tribal Gathering on: May 16, 2011, 03:37:36 PM
Given two days of outstanding fighting it is no surprise that there were several ascensions, indeed more names than I can remember.  Here are the few that I do remember off the top of my head.  If I failed to mention you, please email me and I will put things right

New Dog Brothers:

Mark "Beowulf" Houston
Rene "Growling Dog" Houston
Tyler "Dirty Dog" Morin

New Candidate Dog Brothers

Thomas "C-Gong Fu" Holtman



Woof new DB's,

*bows deeply*

Congratulations to Beowulf, Growling Dog and Dirty Dog and any others Guro Crafty has not mentioned yet!!

And good luck to C-Gong Fu, I'm pretty sure he will be a DB very soon!

Very truly yours in the MA,

~sg
135  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: May 14-15: "Dog Brothers Tribal Gathering of the Pack" on: May 16, 2011, 12:35:20 PM
Woof:

Been jammed at work last week with coworker travelling on business and I was flying solo... I wanted to make a post wishing all the Fighters at the Tribal Gathering, brotherhood and a good learning experience! Sorry for the belated posting.

Very truly yours in the MA and SD,

~sg
136  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Game of Thrones on: May 16, 2011, 11:26:14 AM

http://www.hbo.com/game-of-thrones/index.html

Best thing on TV right now. Awesome acting, especially the "Imp".

a friend posted this clip elsewhere... too many cool shows to watch... but adding this one to the list.

137  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: UFC/MMA Thread on: May 02, 2011, 11:37:28 AM
Yeah, congrats VM!

My thanks to my friend K-Dub-T for posting this gif... not my gif, props to the gif maker.



138  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / UFC 129 - Jake Ellenberger KO's Sean Pierson with Left Hook on: April 30, 2011, 09:31:23 PM



I may be over-thinking, but think that Jake Ellenberger was testing Pierson's peripheral vision with his left hand move after the parry of Sean's jab... once the left hand reaches a certain point, Pierson won't pick up on it without moving his head, but once he does that, the right may be coming so he doesn't move the head... and Jake launches a left hook out of Pierson's peripheral vision... don't think I've ever seen this before.

Left Hook KO gif coming...


EDIT: 


139  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / ABC and People's Magazine's Best in Film on: March 23, 2011, 01:02:38 PM
Last night, ABC had a program on called Best in Film as voted on by fans

Take a 10 question quiz to test your movies trivia knowledge

http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/Best_Film/page?id=12183249

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Typed this up myself during lunch -- i'm such a dork

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ABC News and People's Magazine Best in Film


BEST COMEDY OF ALL TIME

5. Tootsie (1982)
4. Young Frankenstein (1974)
3. Some Like It Hot (1959)
2. Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

1. Airplane (1980)


BEST SCI-FI FILM OF ALL TIME

5. Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)
4. The Matrix (1999)
3. Avatar (2009)
2. E.T.:  The Extra-Terrestrial (1982)

1. Star Wars (1977)


BEST MUSICAL FILM OF ALL TIME

5. West Side Story (1961)
4. Singin' in the Rain (1942)
3. The Wizard of Oz (1939)
2. Grease (1978)

1. The Sound of Music (1965)


GREATEST SCREEN KISS OF ALL TIME

5. Casablanca (1942)
4. An Officer and a Gentleman (1982)
3. Lady and the Tramp (1955)
2. From Here to Eternity (1953)

1. Gone With the Wind (1939)

GREATEST LINE OF ALL TIME

5. "Here's looking at you, kid."
4. "I'll have what she's having."
3. "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse."
2. "Go ahead, make my day."

1. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."


BEST ACTION FILM OF ALL TIME

5. Gladiator (2000)
4. Die Hard (1988)
3. The Lord of the Rings:  The Return of the King (2003)
2. The Dark Knight (2008)

1. Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)


BEST SUSPENSE/THRILLER OF ALL TIME

5. Pulp Fiction (1994)
4. The Shining (1980)
3. Pyscho (1960)
2. Jaws (1975)

1. The Silence of the Lambs (1991)


BEST ANIMATED FILM OF ALL TIME

5. Fantasia (1940)
4. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937)
3. Beauty and the Beast (1991)
2. Toy Story (1995)

1. The Lion King (1994)


GREATEST FILM CHARACTER OF ALL TIME

5. Indiana Jones in the Indiana Jones films
4. Dr. Hannibal Lecter in The Silence of the Lambs
3. Scarlett O'Hara in Gone With the Wind
2. James Bond in the James Bond films

1. Forrest Gump in Forrest Gump


MOST ROMANTIC FILM SCREEN COUPLE OF ALL TIME

5. Spencer Tracy, Katharine Hepburn
4. Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman
3. Richard Gere, Julia Roberts
2. Clark Gable, Vivien Leigh

1. Leonardo DiCaprio, Kate Winslet










BEST HORROR FILM OF ALL TIME

5. A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)
4. Carrie (1976)
3. Poltergeist (1982)
2. Halloween (1978)

1. The Exorcist (1973)


BEST WESTERN FILM OF ALL TIME

5. The Magnificent Seven (1960)
4. Unforgiven (1992)
3. The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966)
2. Dances With Wolves (1990)

1. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969)


BEST CHICK FLICK OF ALL TIME

5. The Way We Were (1973)
4. Sleepless in Seattle (1993)
3. Pretty Woman (1990)
2. Dirty Dancing (1987)

1. The Notebook (2004)


BEST POLITICAL/HISTORICAL FILM OF ALL TIME

5. Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)
4. All the President's Men (1976)
3. 12 Angry Men (1957)
2. Doctor Zhivago (1965)

1. Schindler's List (1993)



BEST FILM OF ALL TIME

5. E.T.:  The Extra-Terrestrial (1982)
4. Casablanca (1942)
3. The Godfather (1972)
2. The Wizard of Oz (1939)

1. Gone With the Wind (1939)
140  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / UFC 98 - Lyoto Machida's boxing blast vs Rashad Evans on: March 21, 2011, 01:55:14 PM
Woof Guro C,

I am firewalled from my pichost, I made this gif, think this should be it, I posted this elsewhere for UFC 98... may or may not be a good example of Lyoto's BB... also, not sure if I used up my monthly free allotment of bandwidth or not... will check at home. If pic doesn't show up, I will re-up to another pichost. If anyone finds the picsize is too big for the thread, please let me know, I will resize.



~sg
141  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: The Straight Blast on: March 21, 2011, 10:18:54 AM
Agreed... true on W. Silva's reactions and the 'newness' of the technique at the time.

If memory serves, in a recent fight, Lyoto Machida started his boxing blast on Rashad Evans, either by the 3rd step or 4th step Evans either sidestepped or something else and disrupted Machida's blast. Will check.

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Meant I have the Vunak VHS set, I should put them onto dvd and discard my vhs.
142  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: The Straight Blast on: March 21, 2011, 09:55:00 AM
I should try to convert my vhs copy to dvd lol

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Sadly, in the upper echelons of MMA, namely the UFC, still see fighters back up straight instead of off at an angle... one of the earliest examples was the gif I posted of Belfort vs W. Silva.
143  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: UFC/MMA Thread on: March 21, 2011, 09:51:49 AM
Good fight! Jones was unrelenting... GnP with the elbows, way longer reach... noticed some jeet teks, some just raised to stop Rua's movement... a few side kicks, very good fight.


And hours prior to fighting for the UFC's LHW championship in the biggest fight of his career to date, Jon Jones was meditating in the park and he and Coach Greg Jackson and 1 other coach caught a would-be mugger crackhead.

http://www.fightertrends.com/mma-news/ufc/jon-jones-stops-mugger-hours-before-ufc-128/



EDIT:  Guro C already posted another link on the Citizens who defend others/themselves thread on Jon Jone's pre-fight adventure
144  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Vitor Belfort's boxing blast vs Wanderlei Silva on: March 19, 2011, 05:20:31 PM

Vitor Belfort boxing blasting Wanderlei Silva



EDIT:  my thanks to the unknown gif maker and to the host of the pic.
145  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Prayer and Daily Expression of Gratitude on: March 14, 2011, 03:21:47 PM
Prayers for the people of Japan.

Ditto.
146  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: Guro Poi Dog on: March 14, 2011, 03:21:14 PM
Woof:

Belated congratulations Guro Poi Dog!!

Very truly yours in the MA,

~sg
147  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Google Books - Chess - free ebooks on: February 22, 2011, 11:28:23 AM
On a whim, I checked Google Books for free books to download (and can also be read online) for "Chess"... went through 15 pages of hits and the below books caught my eye due to name recognition of author and/or subject:

Chess fundamentals By José Raúl Capablanca

Capablanca was a World Champion  in days of yore-- spotchecked a few pages, IMO this book should serve beginners well. If you only read one chess book from Google Books, this should be it.



Paul Morphy, the chess champion: an account of his career in America and ... By Frederick Milnes Edge
Morphy's games of chess: a selection of the best games played by the ... By Paul Charles Morphy, Johann Löwenthal

I don't know the author, but Morphy was a World Champion in days of yore


The book of chess: containing the rudiments of the game, and elementary ... By Howard Staunton
The chess-player's companion: comprising a new treatise on odds, and a ... By Howard Staunton

Staunton, another World Champ from a bygone era.


The only caveat to note is that these are old books, therefore, the chess notation used is Descriptive Notation and not the modern Algebraic Notation.

Enjoy!




edit:  p.s. there were quite a few chess problems/puzzles books, I didn't check them out, but if they are in the vein of 'find the winning move' or 'mate in X amount of moves'... those types of books will sharpen your tactics up
148  DBMA Martial Arts Forum / Martial Arts Topics / Re: R.I.P. C-Desert Dog on: February 21, 2011, 01:09:44 PM
My deepest condolences to the Vanda family and friends as well as the Euro clans. It saddens me greatly.

R.I.P. C-Desert Dog
149  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Re: Chess on: February 19, 2011, 11:37:20 PM
Conrad always plays white against me.  For quite some time he has focused on a QP opening.  For a while I did well playing QB-4 in response, but eventually he solved that  cool



Thought I helped you learn algebraic notation before? Old dogs didn't learn new tricks yet? Back to descriptive notation wink

Conrad plays 1 d4 (1 P-Q4) and you reply 1 ... c5 (1 ... P-QB4) ? His reply can be 2 d5 (2 P-Q5) commanding the center... but that can lead to the Benoni if you play 2 ... e6  (2 ... P-K3)

Eventually IMO Conrad should learn to play black... it's like the MA, only playing offense and no defense makes one a one-dimensional player. If Conrad plays anyone else but you, they may not be as accomodating to allow him to always play White.
150  Politics, Religion, Science, Culture and Humanities / Science, Culture, & Humanities / Re: Chess on: February 19, 2011, 11:30:52 PM
Woof, Guro C et al,

Re:  Benoni Defense - it's a razor-sharp opening for Black vs a QP opening. Generally, Black should be tactical-minded. Interesting background which I didn't know... it's from a Hebrew term meaning 'son of sorrow'.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benoni_Defense

Slightly safer variation of the Benoni (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benko_Gambit) is the Benko Gambit, Black gives up 1 to 2 pawns for rapid development and open lines.

For beginners, for QP openings, learning the Queen's Gambit Declined variations or Queen's Gambit Accepted would be easier to learn than the Benko/Benoni as black.



Some other tips I neglected to mention:

Develop your pieces... do not 'fight with just one hand'... use your whole 'body' -- in the opening the general idea is to control the center as the King is still in the center... work to move pawns which clear the way to develop pieces.. generally you don't want to move your queen until you develop your other pieces... Castling is one of the best ways to get your rook into the center

Generally you want knights in center... they command more squares... you want rooks with open files... you want to double up your rooks... doubled-up rooks are more powerful than 1 queen, the rooks protect each other.

Know the point values of the pieces... this is a quick way for beginners to know if a trade of pieces is even or advantageous gain for yourself or for your opponent but be cognizant that sometimes if your opponent lost out on the trade with respect to value, it may be a precursor to a multi-move combo which will net him some advantage... easiest example is a mating attack, "sac a piece" (sacrifice) to open up position to hunt the king. Most chessplayers value a Bishop slightly more than a Knight, hence Bishop = 3.5 pts and knighs are valued as 3 pts. Queen is 9 pts, rooks are 5 pts (but doubled-up rooks are 10 pts, more than 1 queen), pawns are 1 pt (so roughly 3 pawns for 1 bishop/knight is fair trade, but doesn't take into consideration the position on the board)... the King has no numerical point value as it's the object of the game.

QP openings slightly slower-paced, KP openings are faster-paced... one opening I used to play as white was the English opening. The original idea was that if the Sicilian Defense (1 ... c5) was so good vs 1 e4, why not play it as a first move for White. Generally this opening is very positional as well as loads of transpositional possibilites.. if you play the English, you are being flexible, not quite imposing your will or committing too quickly... you want to see what Black will respond with, which may allow you to steer the opening to something that you find favorable/familiar. English opening can transpose to Queen's Gambit easily.


Another approach to learning chess... if for some reason you like a famous player, read up on his games, if not the player himself, someone would've collected his games into a book with analysis. Back when I was into chess, Anatoly Karpov and Garri Kasparov were the 2 top players. Kasparov was risk-taker and active attacker... Karpov was the Yin to Kasparov's Yang, Karpov was slow and methodical, playing like a machine. Compared to BJJ/MMA, it's like saying you like Rickson or Royce's style, slow and methodical, so you watch their fights and try to emulate them... or you like Randy Couture's dirty boxing/GnP style, you would work for the clinch etc.

HTH.

~sg

p.s. forgive me please for my rambling stream-of-consciousness posting. Any q's, please ask.
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