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Hai-Kuul – Aug 15, 2005 – CONTEST WINNER!!!

Hai-Kuul Winner!

Congratulations to princess_castle who submitted the 40th request! Her prize is the 8×10 print shown in this entry.

Please e-mail me a mailing address, and I will send you your prize.

The next Hai-Kuul contest will not be for a while yet, but you can still send in ideas.

And now, without further ado…


Achilles…U Love Me? (Requested by princess_castle)
Why don’t you answer?
Are you afraid? Talk, because
I know your weakness!


The Great Wall of Antarctica!! (Requested by princess_castle)
In the land of cold
A black barrier moves on
Walk with the penguins


Indian Independence Day! (Requested by princess_castle)
Celebrate a day
For a wonderful country
Jalebis for all!


Black Tea, Green Tea, What Tea?! (Requested by princess_castle)
I need to wake up
My choice of tea will help me
But which one to drink?


Scared of My Relatives (Requested by princess_castle)
So hard to avoid
So much like a hangover
Without the drinking


Briseis (Requested by princess_castle)
She lost her husband
Achilles abducted her
Then had to lose her


He Was Flirtin’ With My Cousin…Moron!! (Requested by princess_castle)
He was trying hard
To make a good impression
But he’s beneath her


Encyclopedia ‘Bitha’nica (Requested by princess_castle)
An alternate tome
With lots of exclamations
And some new words, too


I think we have a Trojan theme going here…


I Think I Am Helen…Erm?! (Requested by princess_castle)
Living in Troy sucks
I think I need to move now
Perhaps the Hamptons?




*Remember, you can submit a topic to inspire your very own Haiku Poem by clicking here. You can read about Hai-Kuul here.

The Wilderness Greeting

A Return From the Wilderness

I just returned from an interior camping trip today and I am beat. The one crappy thing about camping is cleaning up and putting away everything you used for the trip. I will post more about the trip in the days to come.

In the mean time, I will post a link to ten of the photos I took during the trip. I took more, of course, but these are among what I consider to be the best ones.

You can check them out here.



A Birthday Greeting

Warm wishes to my friend Elbie. I’ve known this guy since university, and he is a wonderful friend. Quirky and highly intelligent, he will go that extra mile to make sure you’re always taken care of. So here’s to him! Happy Birthday, man!


The little boy grew
Another year this fine day
Good tidings to him

Meeting Heroes

How I Shook Hands With a Legend

A short while ago, I received an e-mail regarding a workshop hosted by Quilombo do Queimado Capoeira* group (QDOQ). Some of my old Capoeira friends are part of this group, and after some rough times, it seems as if it’s on a great road to somewhere far beyond where they used to be.

I have to admit that the idea of attending the workshop was quite exciting, however, a friend from our dojo is moving back to Japan for good, and I had already promised that I would be there for her send-off.

I passed on the workshop, thanking QDOQ for their hospitality.

They sent an e-mail back indicating that Mestre Acordeon was to be teaching at the workshop.

My heart skipped a beat.

Bira Almeida, known as Mestre Acordeon (Mestre being Master and Acordeon being a nickname), is in my humble opinion, one of the greatest Capoeira masters in the world.

Needless to say the workshop seemed a lot more attractive now, however, I had made a promise.

I decided to go to the workshop before I went to the farewell party. I had some time. The farewell party started at 8, but I was going to be there at 9. The Workshop started at 7 up at York University Rec Centre so I figured I could meet with Mestre Acordeon and still have time to get back to the farewell party. Indeed, the Mestre himself had e-mailed me that he was hoping to meet me.

As I was driving up on Friday night, I felt like a giddy schoolboy, and I reminisced about how I’d approached Mestre Acordeon for guidance.

When I had ended my training previously, I felt a little bit overwhelmed by my options, and frankly a little lost. I felt that creation of a small group for people to learn and practice Capoeira was a good idea. It would be for those who were afraid to go to the other schools, and for those who needed practice outside of their own schools.

The idea needed validation.

I e-mailed Mestre Acordeon to find out his opinion. He seemed warm to the idea and invited me down to attend some of their events in San Francisco as well (Unfortunately, scheduling is the suck, and I couldn’t make it down there).

Mestre Acordeon is one of the greatest Capoeiristas in the world not only for his playing and singing, but also for his vast wisdom. He is a very tenacious historian, working to bring order to the multitude of stories that make up Capoeira legend. He has created a few books, and also has some internet resources available to people. I asked him for his permission to use this material to educate, as I felt that it was the most correct.

He gave his blessing there, too.

(In the two years that I corresponded with him, I also saw him on television in the Deadly Martial Arts series)

I pulled up and parked, and met up with an old friend (Camarao), and we caught up on old times as we walked into the Rec Centre together. Albert was there also.

Albert was one of the students that we had at our little Capoeira study group. Albert is already a decent martial artist, so imparting knowledge to him was an easy thing to do. It was neat to see him at the QDOQ workshop, warming up with students that had been there far longer, but looking comfortable. It was weird, but I felt proud.

It turns out that Mestre Acordeon was tied up in traffic and would be late.

I was a bit nervous, and slightly disappointed at the prospect of leaving before getting a chance to meet one of my heroes.

7:30 rolled around, and I told Albert to pass on my best, and also my apologies to the Mestre. I still couldn’t bring myself to leave, and figured that if I sped a bit I could make it home in time to get ready for the party.

At 7:40, I knew I had to go, and made ready to leave. As I approached the exit, who walks in but Bira Almeida himself.

He is greeted with applause.

When things calmed down, I made my way over to him (the rest of the people were still doing warm-up exercises)…


JORGE: Mestre. Hi, it’s me. Gente-Boa**

MESTRE ACORDEON: [Looking puzzled.] Who?
J: [At a loss for words.] Um…Jorge, Mestre. It’s me, Jorge.
MA: [Expression brightening immensely.] Jorge! I have looked forward to meeting you!
[J & MA Exchange a warm embrace]
MA: I’m glad you could make it up here.
J: I can’t stay Mestre. I promised someone that I would go to their farewell party. She is going back to Japan for good.
MA: Promises are important. Can you come tomorrow?
J: I have a wedding out of town.
MA: Oh, that’s too bad. I was looking forward to working with you.
J: Maybe one day I’ll come down to San Francisco, or Brazil.
MA: Yes. You are always welcome. That would be a great thing.



I won’t bore you with the rest of the conversation. Needless to say I reluctantly left after having my photo taken with him, and he told me to keep writing to him, as he enjoyed our exchanges.



Jorge & Mestre Acordeon.
Click to enlarge…


I’ll never forget that day.




* – You might want to check out what Capoeira is if you don’t know.
** – In Capoeira everyone is eventually given a nickname. Mine means nice guy. Everyone who does Capoeira that knows me, knows me by this name. Ironically, Mestre Acordeon is the only Capoeirista that knows me by my real name…

Thanks! All Everyone Needs is a Zealot!

Thanks To All

I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone that came out to the show at Salvador Darling last night. No pieces were purchased, but there were lots of signatures in the guest book. Many smiling faces came to greet us and much merriment seemed to be had by all.

I enjoyed it quite a lot, and a lot of your compliments were most welcome and wonderful.

Special thanks to Tanya, owner of Salvador Darling, for all of her help and for the space to display our art. Also, thanks goes out to Mark for being the other half of “Town and Country”.



Everyone Needs a Nemesis

When I was studying Capoeira, I met a guy named Tien. Tien was very skilled (he had been doing Martial Arts for a long time), and he was also relatively pain-resistant. His speed and agility, as well as his strength were a great challenge to deal with when playing aggressive games. And so he became my nemesis (consequently, that’s just a nickname. Tien is a good friend of mine).

Tien is one of the reasons I missed Capoeira when I left my old academy.

I joined Karate later that year. I wondered what kind of challenges I would face from the sensei, as well as the other students.

And in walked my new nemesis…

Steve was his name, and he had studied Goju-Ryu before. He is a big guy, quick on his feet and pretty strong. When we sparred for the first time, I remember opening up a bit in terms of impact, and he answered in kind. One of us is always pushing the envelope. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Last night, Steve came out to the exhibition. Unfortunately it was close to the end of the night, but he put in an appearance none the less (our friend Vinnie also came out). While all the compliments were great to receive that evening, Steve’s touched me the most for some reason.

Why?

Maybe one develops an emotional attachment to someone they get into fistfights with on a regular basis…


STEVE: Your stuff is great, Nemesis.
JORGE: Thanks, Nemesis.
STEVE: [Pointing to a black-and-white photograph titled Reaching Out. It’s a landscape shot of a cliff with a deciduous tree growing out on a strange angle. It looks like a hand reaching across a fog-filled valley.] This one is my favourite. This one…is awesome man.
JORGE: Wow, Steve. Thanks!
STEVE: Yeah. I really like that one.
JORGE: I picked it because it reminded me of you.
STEVE: Because it is weak, and fragile? Because it’s about to fall apart?
JORGE: Yes.
STEVE: Excellent, Nemesis.
JORGE: Yes.


Honestly, it did remind me of Steve. Only because of the fact that the tree is so tenacious. It’s reaching for the sky even though it’s not firmly planted in solid ground. Steve is like this.

He’s from Newfoundland. You’d hear some people say Steve’s from the Rock.

But I say he’s cut from it.



Religious Zealots and Other Commentators

Today I received a comment on my site from someone in Portuguese (at least I think it is Portuguese). As near as I can figure, it’s a long-ass poem about how God is always there, patiently waiting for us, no matter where we are or what we are doing.

Maybe it’s something lost in translation, but to me it makes God look like some stalker, hiding outside your house in the bushes.

Honestly, I mean no disrespect to those of Christian faith. I am not a religious person so much as a spiritual person. While I may not believe in the same things that other people do, it doesn’t mean that I don’t respect their views. That being said, I think it’s rude to push things on other people.

I offer my own opinions on my blog. If people do not wish to read them, that is up to them. When I leave comments on other’s blogs, they are related to the content of the entry that I am commenting on. I don’t leave idiotic comments or chain-letters.

I visited some friends blogs today and saw the same comment on their latest entries. This made me feel like a bag of crap, because this person obviously found them through me.

I visited this person’s page this morning, and told them to leave the propaganda off of people’s pages that didn’t ask for it.

This type of idiocy ranks up there with those morons who leave negative comments but no e-mail or blog address to trace them to.

Anonymity is for those who fear the truth, my friends.

Happy Birthday!

Best Wishes to Barbero

I just wanted to take this quick second to wish my friend Zac a Happy Birthday…


Pale, like a vampire
With spidery limbs to climb
Like no one’s business!


Happy Birthday, my friend.