Life and stuff have been happening, and to the surprise of no one it’s often in bizarre ways.
First on the menu is Kung Fu again (Kung Fu Three: Tui Shou!). I’m aware it’s only been a handful of days since the last post on it, but that’s part of the reason why. The gripe was a distinct lack of traditional names or feeling in the class I’m currently in, and how I was going to head out and look for one that could fulfill those roles. This is why I find it mildly hilarious that the class I took yesterday had more in it than all the ones previously, and put a heavy emphasis on learning the old names of the moves. To be clear this was the first class that they actually opening by explaining that they’re teaching Praying Mantis Kung Fu, what it means and what its strengths are. Most other classes would at best teach us one or two simplistic moves that may or may not be even be combined by the end of the session. Here I learned three, their old names, how to chain all of them together and an additional two follow ups that can compound the effectiveness of chain.
It goes without saying that this threw me for a loop, (almost literally as the case happened to be. Never volunteer - that is all) and left me much more satisfied than any of the other classes. I even distinctly remember pausing about half way through the class and being bemused by the fact that I had quite suddenly gotten what I wanted just days after hoping for it. As it stands I barely took in half the names that were spewed at us and won’t even attempt to spell the ones I think I know here. It’s certainly given me more to practice than any three other classes put together and changed my view on the course noticeably. One thing’s for sure; my friend who was too busy with school-work to go and merrily instructed me to ‘tell him what he misses’ is more or less doomed.
As for checking out the other Martial Art centres in the area? Well, that’s going to be shuffled to the back burner for a bit. I’m going to see if the guys at Algonquin keep this up – it’s worth noting I haven’t been in the ‘full’ class for very long. They split inexperienced people with the rest at the start of each term for all the new people they get. I’ll see where they keep me and what the real classes turn out to be. The one lingering doubt out of this situation is the last class had an observer in it. For all of you who went ‘Ah’ and nodded solemnly content with the knowledge that the instructors were just putting on a show for the upper ups; that’s not quite the case. It was just a random prospective student who wanted to sit in on a class before he dolled out the money for the summer term. Still, they were being watched – even if by no one particularly important. It makes my already flimsy reason for believing things will change shake a bit.
Onto to vlogs and my hopes there-in. Well maybe not hopes so much as growing desires. Y’know, I don’t think that phrase has ever previously been attributed to the creation of random videos in a journal-ish fashion on the ‘net. Ah well, firsts for everyone today. Ever since I brought up the notion of going back to making videos and bought the damn microphone for the camera I have been trying to shoe-horn some use of them into our weekly activities. No luck thus far, but I have hope for tomorrow. Oh, in case any one was construing that as a promise to do something; ha-ha, oh no, we’re not going to post anything. If I do happen to get lucky and put together the raw footage tomorrow (Likely a vlog about us and upcoming potential events) it’s still not going to mean we’ll actually post anything soon. Video editing takes longer than audio and, frankly, we’re all a bit camera shy. We’ve done this stuff before but not anytime recently and I suspect we’ll need a period of time to get into the swing of things again. I’ll prod people to the best of my abilities though, see what happens.
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