What to Build On: Practice the Armlocks

Lets keep this simple, stick with the Americana, Kimura, and Armbar armlocks. Thing is, you know how to do them on their own but you don't know how to piece them together to form that bridge. If Jiu Jitsu is a physical language, then all you know are words. Know your grammar and know how to form them into sentences. Know how to see beyond one technique.

You're on cross side, knees tight, body low, your arm lodged against his throat. You see his arm in front of your face and you try to go for a kimura. You must capitalize the moment he shifts his body to defend your kimura technique, and when he does, he'll most likely bring his other arm in front of him to hold onto his arm. If he does, go for that arm and attempt an armbar. If he rolls out, either stay with him in an armbar or attempt an omoplata if possible.

If you're on your back and in control, keep going for techniques. The moment you feel your control is in jeopardy, scramble to your knees/feet or scramble to take him down. Always have a plan.

I'm going to miss you, man. Have a good one in LA. I'll be seeing you soon.

Tak



NYC Quote of The Day: I can feel the sweat drop running down into my ass crack. - Man at bus stop.

high of 96 today...

=/

NYC Quote of the day: "STOP CALLING ME, C*CKSUCKER!" - 70 year-old Polski man in Greenpoint on his cell fone. Phone kept ringing afterward.

i hate losing...

i just hate it... if only i could express how deep my heart sank tonight..

.. i was hoping for the day to hold her in my arms, to cover her with kisses, to sing her to sleep, to smile when she shines and to listen when she dulls... i wanted to be the one to bring her hope, happiness, and love....

... i'm happy that she is with someone who has proven himself worthy... since he's alwys been there for her..

.. but yet again, as history repeats itself, i come away with only a broken heart, buckets of tears, and where her heart should be within my palms, you will find lint and cobwebs ...

.. i hate having to be the one on the losing end.. and to note, i lost out to a military guy again.... goddamnit. this makes me angry at myself for some reason. and to fate and to god.

i'm going to try to sleep, and pretend that there's something at the end of this story that's damn well worth seeing... so long reality; here's to hoping that my subconscious will have a better movie for me to watch..


=(
*long sigh*

A heart that sighs has not what it desires.

I Miss This Part of LA...

[edit] This embedding crops the video for some reason. I suggest you catch it on YouTube.

NYC Quote of the Day (3/16/2010): "I would tear myself apart, if I were her. Like really. Animal, man, animal." - Semi-tipsy White Collar Alpha Male referring to a "Hot Bitch"

Avec un souffleur dans chaque rentrĂ©es de chuchotement de fenĂȘtre de cave, les gens timides auraient le dernier rire.

With a prompter in every cellar window whispering comebacks, shy people would have the last laugh.

Marchie

Today is looking special...

The Sandpit


I don't think I've ever seen my own city through such a towering scope. Makes you think about the frailty and smallness of this world when we're in such a big place. Absolutely stunning.

NYC Quote of the Day

"Men arent life! Men arent interesting; there are other more intersting things in life!" - Seemingly bitter, SINGLE, Woman on fone

2/25/2010

Hmmmm, bodyboarding season is coming soon (yeah i know, it's snowing like hell right now) Not sure what kind of board to get for myself this late spring/summer.

here's a short video of Marina Taylor from Spain's Genesis Bodyboards.




I think I'd like to have that yellow Raul Reguera Genesis crescent board...

Hmmm












Can't wait for Halloween. Costume is almost finally together. So excited!

you're so it


Stocky. L e g g y.


Yummy. S e x y. Funny.


Smoky. Tasty.


Goofy. C u r v y. Slinky.


Silky. K i n k y. Witty.


J u i c y.


Jazzy. C u r l y.


Beefy. Dusky. S p i c y.


Mushy. L o v e l y.





i <3 u

The Confession -- Film Set Photos

A New Jersey shoot for my friend's film, The Confession.

























Homeless Man



Just sneakily shot this 5 second vid of a homeless man taking a break from his daily grind. After lugging the bags and cart, he quietly sits near the fire hydrant and rests for a moment.

Right after i stop filming, he gets up, throws a milk carton into the garbage can on the corner, and leaves with his luggage.

it's a bit sad in a way, but for some reason i feel that he's found some sort of solace in this moment alone. i'm sure in the back of his mind he doesn't want to be in the state that he's in now but in this moment he has taken a step back, away from the cans that remind him of who he is, and is just one with the city; probably happy to be alive and knowing full well that he'd rather struggle to live on his feet than to give up and whither away in an alley.

i see that this man has a perspective. Even with the city continuously toppling over him, he has a perspective and the will to move on. True soul.

T
Had some amazing yakitori at the never-disappointing Oh! Taisho! on St. Mark. Tried to convince Kohei to have a bit of the takoyaki but he wouldn't have it. No one even wanted to try the chicken hearts. I asked but all I got were worried looks and 'no thanks.'



Kohei and I can't seem to stop reading each other's minds. It's weird. What if those 'moments' happen during very dramatic moments in our lives? Like, I wouldn't want him to know my worse "Number 2" days -- get my drift?

Well anyway, the waitress was cute, as always.

No Reason Why..

I can't get this chick Kaela Kimura out of my head. She's a cute Japanese hapa singer who has a very
sweet voice and a great sense of style and spark.

This song reminds me of someone, so I'm posting it just for the hell of it to get it off my chest.



Here are the lyrics:

"There's no reason why
Don't try to work it out
Cos you won't work it out
There's no reason why
Life kicks you when you're down,
it's just the way it is sometimes

He's in the day room sits by the window
trying to picture how she smiled
He's going over the ways he loved her
she made everything worthwhile
And there's no explanation no one left to blame
He asks a thousand questions
but the answer's still the same

He talks about her and drinks without her,
holding on to what has gone
He can't understand it,
the way it ended he can't go back and can't move on
Cos there's no explanation no one left to blame
He asks a thousand questions
but the answer's still the same

Nobody knows you can't explain, give it away..."


T