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[groovewonder]

sweet message board.. thumbs up to all the f*cked gaijin out there...

one thing i'm wondering. i'm a programmer, so i made a small script to let event/party/club organizers put their own parties/flyers up on my website + get included in a newspaper for FREE and nobody does this.. (kinda just bitching).. why the hell is it that few people in japan (or at least okinawa) really use the internet for what it's worth, in my opinion..

from the opinion of somebody who make this stuff from scratch, it sure pisses me off, especially when the word is out there and it's easy as fuuuu_k..

not really a pissy person, just shooting the shit and saw this was the events forum.. how's it going. i've been a fan of your site for a while now...

dk

[Anonymous]

Post the url so people know it is there! Telepathy and wishful thinking have not yet been proven as effective marketing techngques yet. Cant imagine why?

[Steve Bildermann]

Post the url so people know it is there! Telepathy and wishful thinking have not yet been proven as effective marketing techngques yet. Cant imagine why?
Somehow I knew you would say that. 8O

[Anonymous]

But Steve, you, amongst your many other talents, possess the abilty to time travel! :D

GG

[Steve Bildermann]

But Steve, you, amongst your many other talents, possess the abilty to time travel! :D

GG
You’ve hit an interesting point there. Here’s a story that I’ve only ever told to Chisato.

When I was young and dumb and full of.. (no let me try that again)

When I was younger in England, about 16 years old, our Judo club was above a pub in a small coal mining village just outside Sheffield. It was early days in Judo training so we really didn’t think too much about what we were doing we would just follow along with the time honored methods taught to us by our coach ( a lofty 3rd dan) who had, in turn, learned from Japanese teachers.

Boy we did some stupid things! Bunny hopping for leg strength (wince), endless five finger pushups for grip, stiff leg sit-ups, uchikomi with our belts tied round a tree. Yeah I know stupid but we just didn’t know any different. And in fact very few people in any sport knew any different. It was the heyday of the grin and bear it attitude to training. Everybody knew weight lifting made you big and slow and you drank vinegar to make you flexible (Honest I’m not making this shit up)

Anyway one Sunday afternoon during practice this big old guy turns up carrying what can only be described as a reinforced orange box, a stop watch and two pair of thick men’s braces.

He calls our teacher over and after a rather long somewhat animated conversation our teacher comes over and tells us (with a bit of a wink) that the old guy was going to teach us a thing or two about ‘proper’ training.

Now I’m 16, first dan, in the junior England team, built reasonable well and young enough to know everything so what’s this old fart going to teach me, right!

Well he starts off by telling us just about everything we are doing is full of shit. Pushups are useless, sit-ups hurt your back, bunny hops damage you knees and ingesting 5 pints of milk and twenty raw eggs every morning will fuck up your digestion. Phew!

What we should be doing is training our heart, lungs and muscles in a sports specific way. We should step up and down on this orange box for twenty minutes to a steady cadence; we should time our running so we sometimes ran long slow distances and sometimes fast intervals. We should use the elastic braces to mimic the resistance a live opponent would give us while actually doing the judo techniques. Our meals should be balanced with fruit, vegetables other complex carbohydrates (he lost me on that last one) He showed us anatomy charts and force versus resistance tables. He said with proper preparation could half our work rate with much better results.

All in all he gave us a classic exercise physiology lesson that would only come into being around about the mid nineties. Sadly we were not impressed. We laffed behind his back and called him a wanker to his face. He shrugged like he somehow knew we were going to brush him off. Anyway after about two hours on his way out the door he comes over to me, looks me in the eye and says ‘yeah I know you think it’s bollocks now, but in a few years you’ll change your mind and I want *you* to remember it was me who told you so. Be seeing you again Doctor Stevie B’ and with that he picked up his gear and buggered off. We all had a good laff and blithely went back to bunny hopping round the room.

Years passed and I never thought about it again until 1984 when I was lecturing in exercise physiology in LA. By this time I had picked up the nickname of Dr. Stevie B and a reputation for controversial opinions regarding training methods. At the university I fell into conversation with a couple of physics professors who mentioned that time travel was not at all impossible but actually inevitable. They told me that the way things were going in engineering, physics, math and advanced computing by 2015 the requisite energy source and mechanical expertise would be in place to easily pass the speed of light and produce a viable time travel device.

Listening to that I got to thinking about all the neat things I would do if I lived to see such an invention. Like many other people I thought I would go back to see myself and tell me what I was doing wrong and advise myself how to do the right things so I would be much more successful in life. I would impart to my younger self all the accumulated knowledge of my forty years or so of living and learning

And then that strange Sunday afternoon so long ago spent with the orange box crackpot came back to me. And I just knew!

HE WAS ME. Traveling back to meet young Stevie B, teaching him stuff I learned about exercise over the ensuing years. Wow that thought blew me away for days afterwards.

So here I am waiting for 2015. I know time travel is coming and I’m signed up and ready to go.

I got somebody I going to meet!

[Andocrates]

Oh bang on, that was a great story. I laughed, I cried, I crawled on my belly like a reptile.

But really, very interesting stuff. The judo I learned as a kid is still with me to this day, it wasn't all that long ago someone grabbed me from behind (my friend) and I tossed his ass on the ground, (with a shoulder throw so it hurt) though he outweighed me by 100 pounds (His nick was Chuck the Truck) I used to know the japanese names but I don't have much need to fight any more since I bought a gun.

[Taro Toporific]

Oh bang on, that was a great story. I laughed, I cried, I crawled on my belly like a reptile.

BOKU MO! :rofl:

The judo I learned as a kid is still with me to this day...
Same here for me.
My late great sensei would gutt laugh when we were falling-down drunk on the Yamamote line and I would execute flawless mizu nagare (water flow) roll falling down the platform stairs in an Armani suit.

He chuckled, "It's the only use judo has for you now."

[Taro Toporific]

Here’s a story that I’ve only ever told to Chisato.


The universe is made of stories,
not of atoms.
--Muriel Rukeyser. "The Speed of Darkness," part 9, lines 3-4 (1958).

[Steve Bildermann]

If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.

-- Rudyard Kipling

[GomiGirl]

You've hit an interesting point there. Here's a story that I've only ever told to Chisato.

Amazing story Dr Steve B..

[groovewonder]

dammit.. sorry to all the non-telepathic visitors of f*cked gaijin...

www.gsv2.com

when you get inside, click events... there's nothing posted for the mainland... sorry.. only okinawa so far..

[groovewonder]

i'd like to get this banner on fuckedgaijin. it's new. could the owner of this beautiful, wonderful, spectacular website email me? thanks. i've been a fan for a long time. maybe we could switch banners or something..

http://www.gsv2.com/pics/banners/cartoon_banner.jpg

or

http://www.gsv2.com/pics/banners/japanese_banner.jpg

Whichever is to your liking, if it even is a possibility.. Your message board kicks ass. Best in Japan.

http://www.gsv2.com