<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438033508960170202</id><updated>2012-02-03T14:42:38.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dō GAKUIN - Sensei's Blog &amp; Clips</title><subtitle type='html'>We are located in Nassau County, Long Island at 91 North Bayview Avenue, Freeport NY 11520 (entrance in back under awning) Telephone: 516-SHOTOKAN (516-746-8652) - established 1986</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Do-Gakuin-publications</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553661457009824932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438033508960170202.post-2594767505194903930</id><published>2011-12-28T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:56:32.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Gottwirt – February 5, 1919-December 28, 1983</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84RL0WOE5Dg/Tx8pChEfgmI/AAAAAAAADwI/nsN4egaHZkA/s1600/Max%2BGottwirt%2Bcirca%2B1943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84RL0WOE5Dg/Tx8pChEfgmI/AAAAAAAADwI/nsN4egaHZkA/s200/Max%2BGottwirt%2Bcirca%2B1943.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701320776488026722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the 28th anniversary of the passing of my first influence in the martial arts – my father, Max Gottwirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being very young when I heard this story, and being old now with a shaky memory, here is what I remember:  My father joined the Army during WW II.  Having bad eyesight, he was kept stateside, where, besides being a clerk, he assisted in training the troops in hand-to-hand combat in the Maryland-Virginia-D.C. area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young child, I had no indications whether my family was poor, lower-middle class, or middle class, I just knew we weren’t very well off.  From 5th grade thru high school we lived in a cooperative housing development called Rochdale Village in South Jamaica, Queens.  We could only afford carpeting in the living room, the kind of room that was off-limits to family, for ‘company-only’ use.  When I would misbehave my father would say, “Come, Steve, I want to talk to you in the living room.”  Once on the carpeting, he would say something like, “You didn’t listen to your mother, huh?” and the next thing I knew I was laying on the floor staring up at the ceiling.  He’d then tell me to stand up so he could ‘talk’ to me some more.  Each time I’d end up with a lovely view of the living room ceiling.  As I lay on the carpet I’d think, “I gotta learn this stuff.”  This was a literal meaning of the phrase: ‘being called out on the carpet’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go off screaming ‘child abuse’, keep in mind that my father was foot-sweeping me very lightly onto plush, padded carpeting, not slamming me down to the ground.  Also keep in mind that this was the 1960s, when ‘child abuse’ was called ‘parenting’.  You may doubt his ways, but there’s no doubt that he got my attention.  I don’t think my generation turned out t-t-too b-ba-bbba-badd for being raised this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a year after my first personal introduction to the living room carpet, I discovered a Tae Kwon Do program being offered in the Rochdale Village Community Center.  I signed up in 1967; thus began my (to date) 44 year career in the martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this, the 28th anniversary of his death, I honor the father, salute the veteran and bow to my first martial arts influence.  Osu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438033508960170202-2594767505194903930?l=do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/2594767505194903930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/2594767505194903930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com/2011/12/max-gottwirt-february-5-1919-december.html' title='Max Gottwirt – February 5, 1919-December 28, 1983'/><author><name>Do-Gakuin-publications</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553661457009824932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84RL0WOE5Dg/Tx8pChEfgmI/AAAAAAAADwI/nsN4egaHZkA/s72-c/Max%2BGottwirt%2Bcirca%2B1943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438033508960170202.post-7802303416330323466</id><published>2011-05-03T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:47:51.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okuru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNFkRlCaNSs/Tx8oisJVVeI/AAAAAAAADv8/_1kznJbNiJY/s1600/Okuru%2Bdefined.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNFkRlCaNSs/Tx8oisJVVeI/AAAAAAAADv8/_1kznJbNiJY/s200/Okuru%2Bdefined.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701320229705307618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many American martial artists live and die by titles.  They insist on calling themselves ‘Master’, ‘Grandmaster’, etc.  One martial artist who used to associate with me would always introduce himself as ‘Sabumnim so and so’ (name omitted to protect the innocent – or is it the guilty?).  The Japanese take a very different view of titles.  Others may call you a specific title, but you never refer to yourself by title.  &lt;em&gt;If ya gotta tell folks how important ya are, mebbe ya ain’t as important as ya think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, when ordering a new obi for myself, I had correspondence with Hamid, a very knowledgeable gentleman from www.kuroobiya.com in Japan.  Here are excerpts from him on the subject: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I would like to discuss something with you and please don't take this as a sign of disrespect to mention but at kuroobiya we don't just want to make any old product for customers, just to make money, but we want to make sure that they can wear their products with confidence that they are as accurate as possible and do not embarrass the wearer or the reader. That is why I feel I must inform you of the following:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know the place where you got the belt embroidered before probably didn't tell you, but to be honest, it is considered incredibly arrogant or not humble by Japanese to have Hanshi on your own belt. In Japan, as a sign of humility, one never refers to oneself by title. Titles are conferred upon you by others, so teachers (sensei), doctors (sensei), masters etc. never refer to themselves as such and would never write the title next to their own name. If someone else writes it on an invitation lets say, they will even go as far as to cross it out as a sign of humility and their humbleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However as I said masters do not have their titles on their belts UNLESS the belt was given as a gift. In this case it is OK to wear the belt, and this is indicated on the belt with an additional kanji before the name on the belt to "signify" it was a gift. I really recommend getting this on the belt if any Japanese people are ever likely to read your belt. (In fact I recommend this to all foreign hanshi I serve. So far everyone has agreed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if you would like this and I will adjust the embroidery for you and resend before you order. You are of course free to ignore my advice (though my very-Japanese wife will not be happy about it when ordering the belt for you!!! Just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamid Abassalty”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438033508960170202-7802303416330323466?l=do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/7802303416330323466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/7802303416330323466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com/2011/05/5311.html' title='Okuru'/><author><name>Do-Gakuin-publications</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553661457009824932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNFkRlCaNSs/Tx8oisJVVeI/AAAAAAAADv8/_1kznJbNiJY/s72-c/Okuru%2Bdefined.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438033508960170202.post-4379962871351691856</id><published>2010-11-13T12:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:20:36.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karate Depot</title><content type='html'>Found a new supplier, Karate Depot. They carry a pair of tonfa by KD Elite, which looks surprisingly similar to Shureido's square tonfa. The price is under $25, where the Shureidos go for over $125. They requested that I post about them and add a link to them from my website. This is an updated posting. I won't exaggerate by saying this was the worst buying experience I've ever had, but it's the worst I've had in years. Now that my order finally arrived (weeks late), here is my horrible experience with this company: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karate Depot's website allowed me to become a wholesale customer, but I had a couple of questions first, so I phoned them. After being on hold for more than 12 minutes, a customer service rep said they're no longer accepting wholesale accounts. I told her their website has a link to become a wholesale account and she said she knew nothing about that. Went back to the website, applied for wholesale status and was approved, just had to send them some corporate paperwork. An email from 'Alex', their wholesale accounts rep, OK'd my account. Still having some questions, I called Alex directly several times - never got thru - always left a voicemail - never got a callback. When I emailed him I'd get a response, but never really answered the questions I asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the retail and wholesale webpages showed a banner offering $2.95 shipping and handling no matter what size the order. I ordered three pair of tonfa and a bo bag. At checkout, it charged me over $5 in tax and $4.70 s/h. This company is in Lenexa KS and, as a wholesale account, should not charge tax. I deleted the order and called Karate Depot. Of course Alex wasn't in again, so I asked to speak with a 'regular' customer service rep. This time I was on hold for 11 minutes. The 'regular' customer service rep offered me no answers, said she couldn't help me, and that Alex alone deals with wholesale accounts. Left another voicemail for Alex which went unanswered. Sent him an email; he emailed back that the $2.95 s/h was for retail accounts only, that wholesale accounts pay the actual regular shipping rate. I'm staring right at the $2.95 banner on their wholesale webpage! He never addressed the tax issue. Now, how badly do I want to try these tonfa? I re-placed the order on June 16th, paid the tax and $4.70 s/h, and was informed that delivery would be June 23rd. Meanwhile, as thanks for my order, they offered me a free T-shirt if I posted them on my website. Very nice gesture. A week later the shipment hadn't arrived as promised, but I did receive my free T-shirt complete with a bill for $14.95 + $1.55 tax + $2.95 s/h. My free shirt costs $19.45! I immediately got on the phone, left a voicemail for Alex (Surprise! He wasn't in), then asked for a regular customer service rep. After only 9 minutes on hold a rep, 'Baby', checked with her supervisor and said the T-shirt comes from the corporate office, just ignore the invoice, it'll be OK. Not comfortable with 'just ignore it', I then phoned 'Chana', the rep who emailed me the free T-shirt offer. That's when I noticed her area code was 845, Westchester County, which is why they charged me, a New Yorker, sales tax. It just would've been nice if someone told me thay had a NY office when I posed the tax question. Chana confirmed that I should disregard the invoice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no shipment, so I went onto their website to track my order. A message said they were having problems tracking orders at this time; please call customer service. It happens on occasion, so I waited for the next day to track my order rather than deal with customer service (who gives no help) or phone Alex (who's never in). After four days of their website saying they couldn't track my order I phoned Karate Depot and actually got thru in less than 4 minutes! They said the whole shipment was being held because the bo bag is backordered; they're not sure when it will be in. So that means you don't know when you'll ship any part of my order? I told them to cancel the bo bag and just send the tonfa, which they said they'd do right away. This was on a Monday. On Wednesday, June 30th, the web tracker finally worked and showed that my order had just been shipped. It also showed that the bo bag is still on backorder. I contacted customer service again to confirm that the backorder is canceled. I don't want them accessing my credit card to send merchandise no longer wanted. The rep assured me that she again deleted the backorder. My three pair of tonfa finally arrived July 6th, but to make Karate Depot look less inefficient, the order was now dated June 30th, a full two weeks after I actually placed the order! By the way, the website tracker now shows the tonfa as 'delivered', but still has the bo bag backordered! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, everyone I spoke to at Karate Depot was courteous and friendly; it's just that their systems are messed up. The tonfa are terrific. They're made of red oak just like the Shureidos and almost identical dimensions. I brought them in to the dojo and had others try them as well. All agreed that they're far superior to the standard, cheap tonfa (around $20), about as good as the Kensho tonfa (around $75), and pretty darn close to the Shureidos (around $125). Just wish another company carried these KD Elites at this price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still want to try Karate Depot, be forewarned that you must sit on their backs to be sure things go smoothly. Here is their link: www.karatedepot.com/. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438033508960170202-4379962871351691856?l=do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/4379962871351691856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/4379962871351691856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com/2010/11/temp.html' title='Karate Depot'/><author><name>Do-Gakuin-publications</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553661457009824932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438033508960170202.post-1683497816473819505</id><published>2010-03-21T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:23:44.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullies</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, a young student came into the dojo with an obviously troubled look on his face.  When I asked him what’s wrong, he said another kid at school called him a bad name.  Thinking I could incorporate it into a lesson, I asked if he’d like to tell me about it.  He said that the other child called him a ‘doody-head’.  Being an adult, it’s easy to smile about such a childish comment, but it’s devastating to a nine year-old.  I said, “That was a pretty stupid thing for him to say, wasn’t it?”  The student hung his head down and muttered, “yeah.”  I then said, “He must be pretty stupid to call you that”, to which he raised his head a bit and said, “Yeah”, a little stronger.  I then asked, “Do you really care what a stupid person thinks about you?”  My student stood erect, looked me in the eye, and strongly answered, “NO!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bully’s usual intention is to hurt your feelings.  He often has low self-esteem, and makes others feel worse to feel better about himself.  Simply ignoring the comment, not letting it bother you, takes the bully’s ‘power’ away.  Arguing with the bully or denying his claim can escalate the situation.  Once in my college days I was out with friends.  I glanced around the bar and as my gaze passed some ‘tough guy’ he snarled “What’re you lookin’ at?” to which I replied, “Not much.”  He got up to confront me, saw I wasn’t backing down, cursed under his breath and walked away.  Very risky on my part.  I teach my students not to fight; it’s just dumb words from an ignorant person who should be pitied, not feared.  I also teach my students that, should he try to physically harm you, it’s okay to take appropriate measures to defend yourself.  Like the old ‘sticks and stones’ saying, his words mean nothing to me; but if he tries to touch me, that’s when we have a problem.  A favorite technique against physical attack is a strong block.  I remind my students that a good block is designed to strike the attacking limb, not just brush it aside.  If the attacker’s arm or leg gets bruised in the process, it shouldn’t have come at me in the first place.  The fault is not mine for defending myself; it’s his for attacking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A famous story in my martial arts circle of friends took place at a small, local tournament.  I refereed a ring, calling penalties as per tournament rules if a competitor committed a foul.  One particular instructor harassed me whenever I called penalties on his students, which was often.  I could have further penalized or disqualified his students for his unsportsmanlike conduct, instead I tried to explain, to show him the rule book, but he just had it in for me.  At one point he began to yell because I didn’t call a point for his student, even though the other judges and I saw that the technique wasn’t in.  He insisted it was in, so I did something unprecedented and said I’d poll the judges for a ruling and even allowed the loudmouth a vote.  I said, “Judges, call!”  He jumped up and down waving his hand, neither of the two judges or I called for a point, so I ruled, “One says ‘yes’, three say ‘no’.  No point!”  He stormed off screaming a tirade of curses at me.  At that moment I realized that a good personal measure is the caliber of people who have problems with me.  If a fool and I don’t get along, that’s just fine.  If someone whom I admire or whose opinion I value disagrees with me, then I may need to reevaluate what I’m doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An action-star appeared on some TV talk show a while back and spoke of being bullied in high school because he was the smallest one in his class.  Over the summer he had a growth spurt of several inches, and felt he’d no longer be picked on.  Not having gained bulk in proportion to his new height, the bullies then picked on him for being a ‘freakish string bean’.  He just couldn’t win!  The simple fact is that anyone can pick on anyone else for some physical feature or character trait.  Someone is too tall, too short, too smart, wears glasses, has big feet, etc.  Even those who have absolutely nothing unusual about them can be picked on for being ‘too perfect’, a ‘plastic model’, or a ‘pretty little doll’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may be extremely tall and artistic; or awkward and charitable; or have large ears and athletic.  Everybody is unique.  If you recognize and celebrate your differences from others, it’s hard for bullies to damage your self-esteem by pointing out those differences.  Just keep in mind that, by trying to point out your ‘flaws’, they’re really showing theirs’.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438033508960170202-1683497816473819505?l=do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/1683497816473819505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/1683497816473819505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/temp.html' title='Bullies'/><author><name>Do-Gakuin-publications</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553661457009824932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438033508960170202.post-2992114206936683550</id><published>2009-08-26T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:42:38.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Paul: Musician, Inventor, Martial Artist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YbFM_XWoXy8/Tyxi1S7gj2I/AAAAAAAADww/7QLDPfLNPx0/s1600/LesPaul_TongueOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YbFM_XWoXy8/Tyxi1S7gj2I/AAAAAAAADww/7QLDPfLNPx0/s200/LesPaul_TongueOut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705043495725600610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Paul, legendary musician and inventor, passed away this past August 13th at the age of 94. He was a personal hero of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul became a professional musician in his early teens in Waukesha WI, playing Country &amp;amp; Western. He would listen to jazz coming from the big cities on a home-made crystal radio. In 1934 he arrived in Chicago, jamming with the top jazz musicians all night while performing ‘hillbilly music’ on the radio during the day (it paid better). He had become a recording artist for Decca records in 1936. After a short hitch in the Army during World War II, Paul went on to put out more than 40 hit records between 1945 and 1961. He and his wife Mary Ford had dozens of hits and their own television show. I, personally, am not a major fan of this style of music, but am awed by the artistry and skills he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1948, Paul and Ford had an auto accident that had the doctors ready to amputate Paul’s right arm. He told them to do whatever they could to save it. When they said the best they could do was fuse his arm he told them “point my hand to my belly”. He went on for the next 61 years as one of the top guitarists in the nation despite his fused arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Paul had always been fascinated by electronics and sound ever since making his own crystal radio as a boy. He invented and developed the solid-body electric guitar. After recording sessions with Bing Crosby, he presented Paul with a then-state of the art reel to reel tape recorder. Paul designed a way of adding a second recording head and, for the first time, dubbing multiple recordings on a single tape. He then went on to invent a multi-track recorder, the principle of which is still used in every recording studio today. A top line of Gibson guitars designed and refined in the 1950s and ‘60s bear the name ‘Les Paul’. Paul has been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for his invention and development of the solid-body electric guitar. He was also inducted into the Inventors Hall of Fame for his electronic breakthroughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1993, in order to keep himself mentally alert, active, and to keep limber despite crippling arthritis, Paul began performing on Monday nights at Fat Tuesdays in NYC. In 1999 he switched over to the Iridium Jazz Club where he performed most every Monday night for 10 years. I had the fortune of seeing him at the Iridium on several occasions. Interesting thing about his shows was that you would be disappointed if you expected a brilliant guitar performance, but would be delighted by his sharp, irreverent wit (which is right up my alley), wonderful stories, interaction with the audience and short bursts of good playing. As he got older, his playing deteriorated, but he was still the best 90-year-old arthritic guitarist I had ever heard. In the book, Living the Martial Way, by Forrest E. Morgan, Maj. USAF, he discusses the difference between ‘tactics’ and ‘strategy’, with ‘tactics’ being the various techniques in your arsenal, and ‘strategy’ being the plan in which you employ these techniques. A ‘Les Paul’ performance was a perfect example of these principles, as he would employ the proper strategy to best display his limited tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striving for excellence, training to hone ones skills to the highest degree, thinking outside the box, doing whatever it takes to achieve ones goal, employing the proper strategy to take best advantage of ones tactics - I propose that Les Paul displayed the finest martial arts skills. I will miss him, but always remember what he stood for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438033508960170202-2992114206936683550?l=do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/2992114206936683550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/2992114206936683550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com/2009/08/les-paul-musician-inventor-martial.html' title='Les Paul: Musician, Inventor, Martial Artist?'/><author><name>Do-Gakuin-publications</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553661457009824932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YbFM_XWoXy8/Tyxi1S7gj2I/AAAAAAAADww/7QLDPfLNPx0/s72-c/LesPaul_TongueOut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438033508960170202.post-3475275415112388346</id><published>2009-01-28T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:01:30.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Friend Retires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gy4l3hpZ8t0/SeoVKovdipI/AAAAAAAAB5g/pRz4NQVJXiY/s1600-h/MyShureidos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326092781798394514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gy4l3hpZ8t0/SeoVKovdipI/AAAAAAAAB5g/pRz4NQVJXiY/s200/MyShureidos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;This month saw the retirement of an old friend of mine - my Shureido obi. I have particular fondness for this belt, as it was the first one made specifically for Do Gakuin. I remember the excitement of ordering this belt directly from Okinawa and knowing the kanji would be correctly embroidered by natives, rather than the ‘hit and miss’ I’ve had on belts embroidered here by Americans. I have accumulated more than a dozen belts over the decades; some were awarded, others were gifted, and some were bought by me, but this one was one of my favorite obis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea of an obi has different meaning in Okinawan and Japanese culture. The karate gi is based on peasant garb worn in Okinawa. They used a simple belt tied to hold the jacket closed and prevent items tucked inside the fold of the jacket from falling out, as well as hanging tools from the belt. The Japanese used a wider, more elaborate obi as part of their kimono attire. They would often attach a sagemono (a small purse-like pouch) on a cord supported by a netsuke (a small sculptured toggle) through the ties of a hakama (skirt-like pants) or obi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Karate, many Samurai characteristics are applied. Like the Samurai sword, the obi was considered to have a spirit and became synonymous with the wearer. To play with a Samurai’s katana was a high insult and was not tolerated. Similarly, the obi is treated with reverence; you do not play with it or let it drag along the ground. I have seen schools who routinely bow to their belts when putting them on, taking them off, or receiving a new rank. The obi also took on the significance of indicating rank. The student begins with a white belt, indicating purity of no knowledge. You never washed your belt, for it retained the remnants of your past training. Regardless of the kyu rank, the student wore a white belt until earning a dan rank and a black belt. Besides the esoteric reason for never washing your belt, it became darker with all the sweat, blood, and dirt ground into it over the years of training. A dark, dirty white belt showed that you’ve been around a while and are no novice. It was through the influence of Prof. Jigoro Kano, founder of Judo and head of the Kodokan, that Funakoshi O-sensei introduced brown belt for 3rd, 2nd, &amp;amp; 1st Kyu. In modern times, many different colors have been added to ranking systems to satisfy our modern impatience with wearing a white belt for years. Regardless of the individual school’s color system, they follow the basic rule of: the darker the color, the higher the rank (symbolic of the dirtier white belt). A Yudansha’s (Black Belt’s) ultimate goal is to revert to white belt - purity of complete knowledge. To this end, advanced black obis are covered in silk or satin, so that it wears off in time, allowing the white core to show through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favorite belt is the ceremonial red and white renshi obi presented to me in 1997 by the Yudansha-kai (Black Belt panel) of Do Gakuin. This was done at my 30th Anniversary Tournament, along with awarding Yon Dan (4th degree) and the title ‘Shihan’. This presentation probably meant the most to me, coming from those who have known me and worked with me for many, many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old Shureido is over 20 years old. Being in my mid-50s now, I decided to treat myself to what will most likely be the last obi I ever get in my lifetime, so I ordered a replacement Shureido directly from the manufacturer in Okinawa. My old friend may make a guest appearance every now and then for special occasions, but I look forward to many years wearing my new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438033508960170202-3475275415112388346?l=do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/3475275415112388346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/3475275415112388346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-friend-retires.html' title='An Old Friend Retires'/><author><name>Do-Gakuin-publications</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553661457009824932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gy4l3hpZ8t0/SeoVKovdipI/AAAAAAAAB5g/pRz4NQVJXiY/s72-c/MyShureidos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438033508960170202.post-1597094997892413310</id><published>2008-07-29T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:39:11.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Sticky Finger'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gy4l3hpZ8t0/SI-z0iTloCI/AAAAAAAABOc/typDIpJ1kp4/s1600-h/StickyFinger1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228595407543967778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gy4l3hpZ8t0/SI-z0iTloCI/AAAAAAAABOc/typDIpJ1kp4/s200/StickyFinger1965.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last week, we held special classes for self-defense, street clothes, and sticky finger techniques. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Self-defense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is pretty obvious - learning the three basic rules and applying them to various attack situations. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Street clothes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; class makes sense - you probably won’t be wearing a gi if you’re ever attacked on the street, so it’s important to see how your body moves with the restrictions of regular, street clothes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) ‘Sticky finger’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is a phrase I coined in the late 1960s. My Tae Kwon Do class was working on hand presses, grabs, twisting motion, etc. to off-balance your opponent and increase the damage done to him. My younger sister had a toy called ‘Sticky Finger’, so I used that phrase to remember the whole concept of what we practiced in that class. Several years later, Bruce Lee became famous and talked about his instructor, Yip Man, and the special ‘sticky hands’ techniques they practiced. Great, now it sounds like I’m ripping off Bruce Lee! I’ve been teaching ‘sticky finger’ techniques for &lt;em&gt;decades&lt;/em&gt; now, since there are many hidden grabs, locks, twists, etc. in Shotokan kata, and telling the story of my sister’s toy. One time I saw a student rolling his eyes in a &lt;em&gt;‘yeah, riiight’&lt;/em&gt; manner. For the record, a recent google search gave evidence of the original toy, 'Sticky Finger', from Mascon Toys, 1965. To that student who rolled his eyes I say, &lt;strong&gt;“yeah, right!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438033508960170202-1597094997892413310?l=do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/1597094997892413310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/1597094997892413310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com/2008/07/sticky-finger.html' title='&apos;Sticky Finger&apos;'/><author><name>Do-Gakuin-publications</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553661457009824932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gy4l3hpZ8t0/SI-z0iTloCI/AAAAAAAABOc/typDIpJ1kp4/s72-c/StickyFinger1965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438033508960170202.post-4299198464931407421</id><published>2008-06-11T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:37:03.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking Japanese in class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following is a true story I've retold dozens of times. I've written down the incident because it should help explain why we do some of the things we do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parent once came up to me asking why we bother to speak Japanese in class. I'm not Japanese, her son is not Japanese, and we're not in Japan. The Japanese are simply speaking their native language. We're in America, so why not just speak English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic reason I've always read is that wearing a uniform, following specific rituals, and speaking a foreign language are all designed to make the student realize that what they're learning is &lt;em&gt;'special'&lt;/em&gt;. While partially true, that answer never fully satisfied me, so I knew that answer would not satisfy the parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to the mother that her son is learning something about another culture. We touch on Japanese history and language. It is an attempt to force the student to think, as we train the mind as well as the body. We work on discipline - mental and physical. These are skills that can be applied outside the dojo into the student's school work and other areas for the rest of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then further explained how speaking commands in Japanese inside the dojo specifically relate to self-defense skills:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A student hears the Japanese phrase, recognizes what it means, decides what is the appropriate action to take, and takes the action.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same four-step thought process occurs in self-defense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A student sees an attack coming at him, recognizes what is happening, decides what is the appropriate action to take, and takes the action.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438033508960170202-4299198464931407421?l=do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/4299198464931407421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/4299198464931407421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com/2008/06/speaking-japanese-in-class.html' title='Speaking Japanese in class'/><author><name>Do-Gakuin-publications</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553661457009824932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438033508960170202.post-3454912468420693560</id><published>2008-05-27T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:37:42.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Tournaments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Clayton Conanan entered Kai Leung's Traditional Karate-do Invitational Championships last weekend. He came home with two Bronze Medals in Kata (forms) and Kobudo (weapons). Impressive. He then commented on Kumite (sparring), noticing certain common weaknesses in others' fighting, and certain moves he did which scored well. I'm just as impressed by what he learned while 'losing' as I am by his two medals.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As written in our newsletter, Autumn 1993 edition . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There are several reasons for entering tournament - some right reasons, and some wrong ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;* If you want to win trophies - keep in mind that there are many more competitors than prizes. It's possible you might lose.&lt;br /&gt;* If you're looking for a &lt;em&gt;flashy&lt;/em&gt; event like in the "Karate Kid" movies - that's Hollywood, not real life.&lt;br /&gt;* If you expect the ultimate in fair play and sportsmanship - welcome to the world of poitics and favoritism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So why bother? Well, competing in tournament offers you a great learning experience and other excellent benefits. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;* You realize that you're part of a much bigger Karate "family" out there - not just our little dojo.&lt;br /&gt;* You compete with strangers from other schools and styles - a great educational experience.&lt;br /&gt;* You are judged by other Black Belts - more feedback than just from your Sensei.&lt;br /&gt;* There is a great sense of honor, pride , and camaraderie in representing your dojo, and demonstrating how well you can perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enter tournament with the intention of learning, growing, broadening your experience, testing your mettle, challenging yourself to do your personal best - trophy or not - you are already a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;winner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438033508960170202-3454912468420693560?l=do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/3454912468420693560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/3454912468420693560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/thoughts-on-tournaments.html' title='Thoughts on Tournaments'/><author><name>Do-Gakuin-publications</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553661457009824932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438033508960170202.post-1843527885772155943</id><published>2008-05-14T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:50:09.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Origins of 'Naihanchi no Sai'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gy4l3hpZ8t0/S1Np66nLUPI/AAAAAAAACp0/gZnLcdU4Sjk/s1600-h/Nichol-CW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gy4l3hpZ8t0/S1Np66nLUPI/AAAAAAAACp0/gZnLcdU4Sjk/s200/Nichol-CW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427798436798484722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been a night worker on the 'graveyard' shift since 1980. I'll get home in the morning, put on the TV to something unexciting (usually PBS), and let it lull me to sleep. During light sleep phases, I often hear what's on the TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One morning the TV was 'talking' about Japan, which caught my ear. It mentioned a writer, C.W. Nicol, and his experiences in Japan. I know C.W. Nicol as the author of '&lt;em&gt;Moving Zen'&lt;/em&gt;, his account of Karate training in Japan, a book I read in the mid 1980s. My eyes shot open just in time to see him performing sai kata. Halfway through it I realized he was doing Tekki Sho! That afternoon I went to the dojo and worked on the kata. I'm sure it's not identical to what Nicol did, but he has his way of performing Tekki Sho and we have ours. Feeling the kata was too short, I connected Tekki Sho and Tekki Ni into one effective kata. The sai is a Ryukyu Islands weapon, so I called this kata 'Naihanchi no Sai', differentiating the more fluid movements from a Japanese Tekki. Just as our version is slightly different from Nicol's, this kata can be performed even more fluid (like in Yamanni Ryu) or more static (like a Korean Chul-Gi). The versatility can suit a particular style or even a particular instructor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;New kobudo students often find it difficult to concentrate on fundamental manipulations with a new weapon and learn a new kata at the same time. I find Naihanchi no Sai works well because the student already knows the kata and can now concentrate on handling the weapon. It is the first sai kata taught at Ni Kyu before Kihon Sai or any Yamanni Ryu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438033508960170202-1843527885772155943?l=do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/1843527885772155943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438033508960170202/posts/default/1843527885772155943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://do-gakuin-blog.blogspot.com/2008/05/origins-of-naihanchi-no-sai.html' title='Origins of &apos;Naihanchi no Sai&apos;'/><author><name>Do-Gakuin-publications</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13553661457009824932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gy4l3hpZ8t0/S1Np66nLUPI/AAAAAAAACp0/gZnLcdU4Sjk/s72-c/Nichol-CW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438033508960170202.post-8255277201385021727</id><published>2008-05-07T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:35:49.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story from my youth:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I was a teen, nunchaku was not illegal, in fact, it was barely known, being before the Bruce Lee movies. I made my first pair of nunchaku in Junior High School wood shop class. One day, I was practicing in a local park, swinging and twirling away. Some old guy &lt;em&gt;(old guy - he must've been in his 30s, but to a teenager, that's old)&lt;/em&gt; came up to me and asked why I kept missing my target. I said he doesn't know what he's talking about, in fact he probably doesn't even know what I'm doing. He then insisted that I'm missing my target. After a little banter back and forth, he suggested that I go over and hit that tree with my nunchaku. I did, and the stick rebounded off the trunk and smashed into my funny-bone. While I rubbed to try and regain some feeling in my arm, he explainned that all that twirling meant that I missed my target; that an actual strike rebounds back, making all that twirling senseless. A nunchaku has two handles and is meant to be swung and caught, or used two-handed to trap and break. I never forgot that lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;In the 1980s, at a Miyazaki Invitational Championship, some young Black Belt gave a demo using two nunchakus. The auddience ooh-ed and aah-ed as he twirled away. Some seniors in the crowd yelled 'Osu!' when he dropped one of the weapons, but overall, the demo was met with loud cheering. I realized the limited martial value of what he was doing, even though it was a spectacular performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A former friend of mine came to visit my dojo shortly after Sensei Takahashi came back from Japan and taught all those in attendance a new nunchaku kata he just learned - 'Sokan'. I even got it on video. It was a nice enough kata, nothing spectacular, but very traditional with strike-catch moves, trapping and breaking moves, and lack of twirls. My students and I found it interesting, but too much for me to learn in a short time. I thought about it that night, and realized I could do all the same movements by combining the top bar of Heian Nidan, Heian Godan, and the rest from Heian Yodan. The next day I went to the dojo and worked out the kinks, called it 'Pinan no Nunchaku' (giving it a more Okinawan flavor, as nunchaku is an Okinawan weapon), and showed it to some of my senior students. The next week when my friend came to visit he showed me Sokan again, I showed him Pinan no Nunchaku, and we were both impressed. 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