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Name: Sucka
Birthday: 6/10/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: that machine you're typing on right now, martial arts that are actually "martial," philosophy, things that go "vroom"
Expertise: expanding myself: mentally, socially, physically, spiritually, and actually.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Computers (Hardware)
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Member Since:
12/15/2003
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| that does it....
mother fucker...
with a completely detached blank expression on my face, i pray, and wait, and hope that next time his demise is brought about by my hand. for what is a warrior if he is not there to fight? | | |
| I think i died a tad today, not to say i suffered or it was a poor day. I was simply out feeling the caress of the spring breeze and i realized, potently so, that my bike is not in rideable condition. It's not that I haven't known this, it's just that it really struck me today. I start my new job on monday, after that, cash city and consequently my bike will have the tail light and sprocket it so sorely needs, among other more exciting modifications. Till then, i've gotten into the habit of running around the block going, "vroom vroom braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang" to pass me by.
Today ended exceptionally. it rained, hard. I find rain to be nature's most perfect rhythm section, thunder the lead. The lightning show put me in such a good mood i decided to do something i haven't done in a time, i stopped by the blue room on the way home. I didn't catch the name of the group playing but they were excellent. It was a latin jazz group. They remixed some old standards latin style, including afro blue, a favorite of mine.
one thing i couldn't help but notice, i was the only person there alone. this actually happens more than i care to admit. You know the old lament, "have you ever felt alone in a crowded room?" I'm sure many of you have. Have any of you ever not cared? or rather, been glad at the fact? I was, or rather, i always am, that's why i go alone. Everyone lives alone. We all die alone. no one accompanies you to sleep, or death, or into your mental landscapes of euphoria or agony. I'm glad i noticed this tonight. it painted the picture of life's essential singularity with dynamic clarity.
then i went and played in the rain. I wish i did that more often. nothing feels quite like home compared to that. i hope everyone enjoyed the evening as much as i did.
Domo arigato gozi masuta
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| ain't it a bitch So, i didn't end up going to columbia this weekend. I didn't wuss out, and it wasn't due to the desparate pleadings of my mother. No, I went about my normal everyday trife due to a far more substaintial reason. I learned a fair bit about my enemy, and that knowledge forced me home. You see, my opponents organize themselves in such a way that to stand against them even if it means defeat on their part, is the only sure way to their victory. They are such that laying down one's convictions and giving them the day is the sole method of triumph. What sort of vile herd is this? Woe, you defilers of the souls. How does one come upon the audacity to slander the honor of 6 million wrongfully judged? 6 million that did nothing to deserve the transgression. Their lives weigh heavy on my shoulders as I sit here and do all that I can for revenge: nothing. Justice requires that I sit and enjoy my plenty, that I do not a God damn thing like some spineless wretch overcome by fear and pretend the problem is far far away from my door-step. Justice demands that I pretend the 6 million were never slaughtered. There's the rub. 6 million were killed. Their tears harvested like livestock, and lo, I am not afraid. For those of you that I've lost, the national socialist movement, what is better known as a modern branch of the nazi party (yes, you read right, NAZI) marched on MU this weekend to protest what they deemed a marxist center of education. They claimed the support of marxist ideals and teaching methods were leading to the destruction of our country. Perhaps this march was of trivial importance, no matter, I will not tolerate this sort of behavior in any amount, not on my watch. Eradicating their kind holds a special place in my heart, and I shall not rest till I see this goal to its fruition (even if that means I should never rest). And so the problem is thus, the nazi party is the true nudist colony of political groups. It cares not how it might succeed in its aims, but rather, who it can disgust and who among the disgusted has weak enough a mind to give it a shot. Henceforth they proceed into the world, swastikas in hand, the most ultimate respresentation of simple minded school children feverishly working to devise the ultimate in curse-words, only aided by adulthood (and not maturity, mind you) they finally did it, and that word is, nationalism. Those obsessed with dirty words, as naive school-children are, find much right with their reason. The rest are so repulsed they are moved to acts of violence, which only forces our police to act with their righteous duty of defending the innocent (as these nazi's, these bastards have actually committed no crime). And thus the nazi's win. As long as people listen they will always win. When the good people set out to right a wrong, the police, being good officers (they are only acting under their sworn duty) are forced to detain the good. By attempting to better your cause, you only help theirs. Stay home If we assume the bible true, even "yah-weh" smote the entire earth, then 2 whole cities, and countless others among the wretched. Courageous men have all throughout time slew the wicked for that which is right, or in service to their God(s). 6 million people... 6 million good souls... oh mighty altruism, oh radiant justice, I beeseech you omnipotent truth! Can't I be given the duty of a faction or two? | | |
| the nazi's are marching on MU this weekend.
i'm not taking this sitting down. anyone as disturbed as me, call me or email or whatever if you want to come along.
this is not a joke. | | |
| Random wisedom from shower meditation and satori (< i'm only half joking).
In the dojo, one experiences two roles. first is that of the individual performing the technique; tori, the attacker. second, the one having the technique done to them: uke: the victim. everyone takes equal turns doing the technique and being the victim of the said technique, for administering pain without ever experiencing it gives one no knowledge of the technique or the consequences therein. you can not learn to do a technique without having it done to you also.
life too, exhibits this dichotomy.
for one cannot successfully complete their walk through life having not known both joy and anguish. life will treat you as both tori and uke. you will learn from life, but in turn life has to have it's turn with you.
and it is with this friends that i wish to elaborate upon my previous statement you've all heard that "pain is indeed profoundly beautiful."
for you see, in combat the uninitiated know fear and chaos. but not the warrior, to him comes clarity and affirmation.the warrior becomes as such due to his training, that is, in his assuming the roles of both uke and tori intraining on a regular basis.
not all can assume the role of the warrior. it takes a special individual with an unusual drive and ability. his presence at practice must be disered by fellow practitioners also,l for practice is an amicable time free of competition. the short of it is that the warriors are selected and accepted.
likewise friends, in pain life is inviting you to the mat, and not all are allowed to come. you feel pain because you have been chosen worthy enough to know it. you are worthy enough to bear its burden but there to, to learn its secrets.
as i said earlier, a warrior cannot truley understand his art without being uke and tori. so too, must we in life draw from the negative and positive if we are to achieve mastery...
walk tall, you are among the few, the proud, the select, the practitioners...
the living
train as though you were already in battle, that is make every repitition, every rehearsal, every moment in your existence, as if it were of grave importance. such as in Naomi's case, i think it's safe to assume that all great actors pretend every play rehearsal is being done infront of a packed house.
i am grateful for every negligent, joy-ridden, or melancholy moment i get to spend on this big ball of stress we call the earth.
and on that note, i'd like to ask: how long has it been since you've been brought to tears by the scene of snow on the ground? or the sky? or whatever is out your window? if your response is longer than 24 hours, you're really missing out.
ps: my iaito is here (dull practice katana for who don't know japanese) and HIS name is kazuki. it means "shining one" or "first hope." i've spoken with him a time or two, seems nice.  | | |
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