Coaching

Years ago–around 2000, I think–I took a coach­ing course at the urg­ing of my judo sen­sei, Sil­vio. He actu­al­ly team-taught the course with a mem­ber of the Phys Ed fac­ul­ty at the Uni­ver­si­ty. We’ll call her Nancy.

The course I took was Lev­el I The­o­ry, which should have been fol­lowed by Lev­el I Tech­ni­cal and Lev­el I Prac­ti­cal, which would have seen me cer­ti­fied as a Lev­el I coach. But things being what they are, that nev­er hap­pened. We lob­bied a few times to have some­one come out to Bran­don to do the Tech and Prac­ti­cal ses­sions, since there were a num­ber of us that were in the same boat, but some­times it feels like if you live out­side of Win­nipeg, you might as well live on the Moon. It’s a two-hour dri­ve on divid­ed high­way, but for some rea­son it’s hard to get a lot of peo­ple to dri­ve beyond the Perimeter.

Any­ways.

In the inter­im, the The­o­ry com­po­nent was over­hauled, and now Lev­el I and II The­o­ry are named Intro to Com­pe­ti­tion A and B. There was suf­fi­cient change in the cur­ricu­lum to war­rant re-tak­ing A, and so I did that in Octo­ber. I learned a fair amount, and it was a good course. The man­u­al is excel­lent, as well.

A cou­ple week­ends ago I took Intro B, and picked up a great deal more. There are a lot of things that Sil­vio used to do (sad­ly, he’s since passed on) that are sud­den­ly made clear to me. For instance–and this is only one exam­ple of many–when he would teach a new tech­nique, he would always explain it aloud, start to fin­ish, then demon­strate it, and final­ly have each of us try it a few times. (Then he’d hit us with the “Good! Now do it ten thou­sand more times and you’ll have it per­fect!” Which was usu­al­ly pret­ty close to accu­rate; the throws that I’ve done ten thou­sand times come more from reflex than from con­scious thought now.) The rea­son for this, I learned, is that there are, broad­ly speak­ing, three kinds of learn­ers: audi­to­ry learn­ers, who learn best from hav­ing some­thing explained; visu­al learn­ers, who learn from see­ing some­thing demon­strat­ed; and tac­tile learn­ers, who learn from doing some­thing. Every­one’s kind of a com­bi­na­tion of the three, but every­one also has a dom­i­nant style. Appar­ent­ly mine is audi­to­ry. But Sil­vio’s method of teach­ing a new tech­nique catered to all three types, and did so in a nat­ur­al progression.

Some­thing else I learned from Intro B was that if you’re doing a hand­stand, you should­n’t tuck your chin, or it turns into a kind of a flail­ing som­er­sault. Onto con­crete. But I was fine, thanks for asking.

Nage no Kata

So next Wednes­day (Octo­ber 4th), I will be grad­ing for my brown belt in judo. This will put me one step away from my shodan, or black belt.

I’ll have to do an abbre­vi­at­ed set of the nage-no-kata (the forms of throw­ing), as demon­strat­ed below:

(The part that I have to do ends at the four-minute mark.)

Plus I’ll have to be able to demon­strate a ran­dom selec­tion from the gokyo-no-waza, or the forty throws, plus a vari­ety of hold-downs, arm-lock­ing tech­niques, and stran­gles.

Look­ing for­ward to it!

Blue


^^^That ain’t me.

My new judo­gi came in tonight. It’s very blue.


Also: I’ve become hope­less­ly addict­ed to the new Bat­tlestar Galac­ti­ca series. A co-work­er (thanks, John!) loaned me the first cou­ple DVDs the oth­er day, and I watched them; now I’ve got the next three discs. Must… pace… myself.

It was amus­ing, though, to show the movie A Sim­ple Curve at the Evans this past week­end. It’s a good film; I enjoyed it more than I expect­ed to. But the fun­ny part? See­ing Michael Hogan (BSG’s uptight, angry Colonel Tigh) play Jim, an aging but still-imma­ture hippie.

Doug, here’s my favorite line from the movie, para­phrased from memory:

[dis­cussing a moment in Jim’s past sex life]
Caleb: Oh God, it was a hip­pie three­some?
Jim: No. No, no, no. [paus­es] We, uh, we took turns.


Tonight: some more writ­ing, and then I think it’ll be bedtime.

This weekend

This week­end, the May Long Week­end here in Cana­da, eh, was the Senior Nation­al Com­pe­ti­tion for judo. It took place in Win­nipeg, which is just down the road a piece. The head instruc­tor at our club was respon­si­ble for the open­ing cer­e­monies and the medal pre­sen­ta­tions, and so a bunch of us from the club vol­un­teered to assist. It was fun, and I found the match­es to be rather inter­est­ing as well. There was at least one gold medal­list from Man­i­to­ba, and pos­si­bly a sec­ond, as well as a hand­ful of bronzes.

I’ve got pho­tos that I’ll be post­ing before too long, and I’ll be doing a more in-depth post on our judo club’s web­site.

13 Techniques…

…of which I am espe­cial­ly fond.

Thursday Thirteen
Thir­teen Things about Patrick Johan­neson

    Tachi-waza, or stand­ing techniques
  1. Hane-goshi, or the “Spring­ing Hip Throw”. Fast, and effi­cient, and you don’t have to turn your back to your opponent.
  2. De-ashi-barai, “Advanc­ing Foot Sweep”. There’s a sub­tle trick­ery to this one that appeals to me, a sub­vert­ing of expec­ta­tions when it’s done in the kata style.
  3. Ko-soto-gake, “Small Out­side Hook”. Again, you don’t have to turn your back to your oppo­nent; just hook his sup­port­ing foot and dri­ve him back, off-bal­anc­ing him to his rear corner.
  4. Con­tin­ue read­ing “13 Tech­niques…”

How can you tell it’s election night?

CBC.ca is was farked. Update–scant min­utes lat­er, I’m get­ting through. Still.

Appar­ent­ly I did throw my vote away, since the incum­bent got re-elect­ed. Not that I’m surprised.


Judo–only three of us there, me and a white/yellow striped belt and Dar­cy, the head instruc­tor. So we did­n’t do hane-goshi; instead, Mark–the white/yellow stripe–went through his throws for his yel­low belt, and I went over the ones I’ll need to know for my brown belt, and then I did the first three sets of nage-no-kata, which I will also need to know for my brown belt. Then I came home.

Voted.

Yeah. The can­di­date that usu­al­ly gets elect­ed ’round these here parts is not who I vot­ed for. I just can’t help hear­ing that Simp­sons bit, where Kang and Kodos are run­ning in the US elec­tion, and some guy in the audi­ence says, “Why, I think I’ll just vote for a third-par­ty can­di­date”, and one of the aliens says, in that delight­ful boom­ing voice they have, “Go ahead. Throw your vote away.

I tossed my vote into the æther. And now, because of a new/old law (I think it was struck down by a provin­cial court before last elec­tion, but rein­stat­ed before the cur­rent one), I have to wait till 9PM to see any results from any­where in the coun­try. Weird. Oh well.


Hane-goshi Tonight at judo: Hane-goshi, the spring­ing hip throw: one of my favourites. Video | Ani­mat­ed .gif. Whee!

All right, here’s the scoop

Doug has con­vinced me to try Nano* again this year. I’m start­ing three and a half days late, but that’s ok, because I’m not sure I’m shoot­ing for 50k this year. The sto­ry I’ll be work­ing on—“Salyx”—has a novel­la feel to it, so I will be hap­py if I hit 20k words. Still. If I can make 50k, I won’t com­plain. We’ll see how it develops.

Any­ways. Start­ing… now, don’t expect much blog­ging out of me. Just so’s you know.


And the judo tour­na­ment pic­tures are here. Enjoy!