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November 30, 2005

Of Course it is a Christmas Tree.

I heard on the news last night that there has been a hoo-ha over the name "Christmas Tree". Apparently some Political Correctness Nazi wants to change the name of "Christmas Tree" to "Holiday Tree". This is of course complete nonsense. Only Christmas HAS a tree in the month of December.


Kwanzaa? No tree.
Chanukah? No tree.
Boxing DayNo tree.
Solstice? There are trees, but not in the same since.
Festivus? No tree.
New Years Eve? No tree.

We in America are free to celebrate Christmas or not at our own choosing and in our own way. No one has the right to further dumb down this or any other tradition (so long as it hurt no one). This whole Political Correctness movement is a pet peeve of mine. I really don't think we should remove everythings meaning just in case someone is to thin skinned to deal. Or to put it another way, Political Correctness offends me and therefore must be stopped in the name of Political Correctness.

If you need me I'll be at my house this weekend decorating my aluminum pole artifical tree with little boxes, Mazao, Menorahs, glass apples, and cats. My nativity scene will be tastefully lit, and my zawadi will be enriching (if small and inexpensive). The mistle toe will be in the arch, and the Yule log will be burned during the Yalda at the solstice.
The egg nog will be potent, and I am returing fire on anyone shooting deer on the 24th. See if I don't.

November 29, 2005

Dear Santa,

You can't deny I've been good this year. Often I was good in spite of myself and that has to count for something. So below you will find my christmas list. I realize you will most likely only pick one, and that's good enough for me. Just feel free to choose the thing that I most diserve and remember that your choice will effect how good I am next year.

No pressure.

Humbly yours,
Woody

November 28, 2005

The Power of Ten Minutes

In a direct elimination match: "A fencer must always be allowed a rest period of ten minutes between two consecutive bouts." o.26 page 38 USFA Rule Book. Its right there in black and white. If you win a direct elimination bout you have ten minutes before you have to fence the next one.

Reality at the tournament. Your opponent watches you win the bout, he/she has to fence you next. They are supposed to give you ten minutes. Instead they step up and say something like "Ready to fence?" If you say something like "I would like my ten minutes" you might hear back, "Lets just get it over with, rest is for wussies." Yes, they might be impatient to finish but don't kid yourself, they are attempting to goad you into robbing yourself of a fair match. They don't want you to have ten minutes because if you are tired, they have that much more advantage over you in the bout. Don't fall for it. Don't fall for the "Be a man" talk, don't let them use your insecurities against you. Don't shortchange your own abilities. Sure, they might beat you anyway, but make sure they beat you honestly.

Its even worse when a referee does it, and they will. Either they are favoring the other fencer over you, or worse yet they don't give a crap one way or the other and just want to be in the bar drinking. You get ten minutes. The rules don't say anything about it being an optional 10 mintues. I checked.

I had been sitting on this for a week now in the hopes that I would be less angry about it when I finally put words to paper, but that isn't happening. This one doesn't get added to the Greensboro Fencing Website. Maybe when I stop being angry about this I will rewrite it up special for the website, but now I'm still fuming about my decision to take the high road and not beat the stuffing out of a certain referee who probably needs some good old fashioned corporal punishment.

Just remember this. You get ten minutes. They are yours and no one can take them away from you. If you are called to strip early, walk up and remind your referee that you get ten minutes between bouts. Even better if you took the time to note the time so you could tell them exactly how much time you had left.

You man win the bout, you may lose the bout, but no matter what make sure it was a fair bout for both sides.

November 26, 2005

Laying in the Road Almost Exactly the Way an Outhouse Wouldn't

We were on Summit Avenue out of Greensboro proper, just after the Browns Summit Road split. We were nearing the crest of a hill on that dark and chilly night when something large and out of place loomed before us in the center of the road bigger than a phone booth, still as night. Sara hit the brakes hard to steer clear of the thing.

"Oh my gosh, that scared me!" Sara says, my own pulse suddenly in the aerobic range. "Should I call the cops? Here's my cell phone, call the cops." she adds. "There is absolutely no way you are going to make me call that in to the police." Choices...you remember the blog about choices? In the end, I stood by my guns and took the easy way out. I'm not proud. Sara on the otherhand did exactly what you knew she would, she circled around to keep an eye on the thing and made some phone calls.

"Hello? Sheriffs office?...yeah...look...I don't know if I should even be calling you about this but I didn't know who else to call and this is a pretty unsafe situation. We are on Summit Avenue, outside of Greensboro just past the Summit Browns Summit road split...yes... my number? (she gave him her cell phone number) You see, there's a port-a-john in the middle of the road lying on its side....right, no sh*t....Oh, sorry, no pun intended...Oh, OK. I'm in a green Ford F-150. No sir, I'm not making this up. You're going to pass it on to Greensboro City Police? ...I see...its just that we're not in Greensboro proper. Oh ok.... Is this Greensboro Dispatch? Yeah, like I was just telling the Sheriffs office, I'm out on Summit Avenue past the Browns Summit split....Its not in Greensboro...Yeah, anyway, there's a port-a-john lying in the middle of the road and it could be a hazard to passing motorist.....No sir...I'm not kidding...Yes sir, as things to find in the middle of the road, this one stinks....I just don't want to leave it. Someone might hit it. Yes, I imagine that would put them in a serious mess... You're going to send an officer? Ok. Should I hold on? Ok, thank you..."

She hangs up the phone. "I think they think I'm sh*tting them." We both have to start giggling at this point when she corrects herself, "I mean I don't think they are taking me seriously." "What kind of crappy attitude is that for the police to take?" We pretty much giggled til someone showed up to do something about it. We sat there in the middle of the road, lights shining on the crime scene, emergency flashers on so that other drivers don't find themselves in a bad situation. (Aren't you glad I didn't make a poop joke there? I get more mature every stinking day.)

And that right there is why I didn't call the police, even though it was the right thing to do. At any rate at the bottom of the hill was a construction site, and since we figured the object in question came from there we road back down the hill and called the number on the construction sign. I'm not 100% sure they believe her either, but the man that ran the construction company arrived before the police did, and his son soon after. They all stood around and marveled at the sight of a port-a-john laying on its side 100 yards up the hill from the construction site it used to sit correctly on.

The officer toggled his radio, he informed them that yes, there WAS infact a port-a-john in the middle of the road, and no it did not appear to be occupied at this moment. It was all he could do to keep a strait face while he reported in. Only afterwards did he actually CHECK to see that it was truly unoccupied. I would've knocked first myself, but he took the more direct approached and opened the door with flashlight at the ready. Braver man than I. I think I must watch too much CSI or something. I was spooked by the dark blue liquid that bled from the side of the thing. The blue water is supposed to stay on the inside, much like our own blood. On the other hand if we were to lay on our side, like this jet setting latrine happened to be, we typically wouldn't bleed.

The father, son, and officer donned gloves and slid it to the side of the road. The son then went back to the construction site for a backhoe they could load it up on to return it to its upright position in its starting point back on the construction site.

Sara and I were wigged out the rest of the way home. Who knew what other surprises were poised to dump on us that night...

November 22, 2005

Choices

A power we have but often overlook is our power of choice. No matter what happens, no matter how much we feel that we have no control, we do. In all things we either choose, or we become paralized by our situation, and choose not to choose. The great power of our ability to choose is the near infinite range of choices we can make for either positive or negative.

Are their things outside of our power to change? Perhaps, we still can't choose to fly simply by waving our arms like wings, but we can choose to fly a plane, choose to hang glide, choose to design the aircraft of the future, or choose to shoot birds out of the sky out of pure jealously.

This weekend I was faced with a choice. I was wronged pretty mightily by a certain tubby [explitive deleted], I could tell you the name his mother gave him, but it wouldn't describe him in quite the way tubby [explitive deleted] does. I had a choice, I could go across the table and beat him until his mother wouldn't recognize him. Its what I wanted to do, even now days later it still seems like a pretty good idea. It would've been good for me and even better for the local fencing scene, but I choose not to. The event was for teens, and we the coaches of the sport must at all times be a positive influence on our students. No matter how much it hurts. Others choose not to be a good influence, and tubby [explitive deleted] is one of those. I choose not to be the same bad example he is.

Every day we are surrounded by people who exercise the power of choice in small ways. Every day we exercise the power of choice in small ways. Less often we see people who exercise the power of choice in big ways. When we do it is on the news. Either it is a crime report or it is a human interest story, someone somewhere made a choice so extreme that the world needed to know about it.

Big choices are always harder to make of course, either you have to live with the consequences like prisons full of inmates are, or you have to see the big decision through to the end like Urban Ministries or the YWCA's Downtown Fencing Club. Things happen to affect these big choices as well, the police arrest the criminal before the big crime is committed, or someone makes a choice that harms the completion of something like the Civil Rights Musieum in Greensboro.

I happen to believe that if people spent more time making big choices for the positive we would live in a better world. I also realize that choices born of disappointment, pain and revenge are really easy to make and feel great when you do it but in the end you have chosen to destroy and not create.

Is that how you want to be remembered?

Recognize the great power that you have in choice, and use it wisely for the greater good. Especially when this choice is a response to a poor choice by someone else. Doing so proves you have the greater power.

The choice to choose the positive solution may lack instant gratification, but in the end it holds greater rewards.

The poor choices of others often leads to greater opportunity for positive choices for you.

November 21, 2005

Greensboro Fencers Qualify to Junior Olympics

The Downtown Fencing Club fielded five fencers in this years Junior Olympic Qualifiers held at the NBS Gym Raeligh. Fencers who qualify at this event are eligable to compete at the Junior Olympics. Nicole Agresto Qualified in both the under 17 and the under 19 epee, a very impressive feat for a 13 year old. Also from Greensboro were three fencers from Delta H fencing club, two may have qualified in under 17 foil. All in all a very good day for Greensboro women fencers! I would offer some play by plays, but I was face down in the computer running the event. Stats I have though, and they are below.


Eli Poulos
-Cadet Men's Saber 17th
Eliminated by Luke Loelius(16th) 15-9

Greg Gaydos
-Cadet Men's Saber 18th
Defeated by Trevor Hess (15th) 14-15

Tommy Dietz Bad luck drawing the first place seed in both events.
-Cadet Men's Epee 8th
Lost to Kyle Barja (1st) 15-5
-Under 19 Men's Epee 8th
Lost to Peter Kerkhof (1st) 15-7

Trevor Battista
-Under 19th Men's Epee 11th
Lost to Luke Loelius(7th) 7-15

Nicole Agresto
-Cadet Women's Epee 1st
Beating Carlin MacNOchol (2nd) 15-3
-Under 19 Women's Epee 2nd
Defeated by Alexandria Mead (1st) 15-5

Also From Greensboro:
Delta H Brian Wilson
-Cadet Men's Foil 20th
Lost to Jeffrey Cotter (13th) 15-5

Delta H Chelsea Robson
-Cadet Women's Foil Tied For Third and may have qualified.
Lost to Graciela Nolen (1st) 15-4

Delta H Sarah Hennessy
-Cadet Women's Foil Tied for Third and may have qualified.
Lost to Hannah Thurman (2nd) 15-7


November 18, 2005

Conservative Republicans Stop Pussyfooting Around!

I heard this morning that the conservative Republicans had a real problem convincing the rest of the Republican party to push through a funding cut to many of the more popular programs targeted towards the lower class. Through some hard wheeling and dealing and I am sure more than a little hardball they just managed to get enough votes to do the job.

Yes, I have heard the poor excuses, "Stopping a standard increase is not the same thing as cutting funding." Bullpucky. If the money doesn't change and the cost goes up for the same services it does exactly the same thing as a cut. Give up on your semantics game.

Meanwhile there is the push to make the tax cuts for the rich permenant. Please.

Stop pussyfooting around and just do what you want to do you conservative dolts. Clever is not your forte, you need go with your strengths.

You don't want people from Mexico and Central America crossing the border and taking bottom rung jobs. You would rather Americans work for those wages digging ditches. The problem is the Americans who used to be counted on to dig dithces are getting all uppitity, getting financial aid, getting educated, and getting better jobs. The only thing to do to halt the rapidly shrinking naturalized American poor is to shove them back down in the ditches and chicken processing plants. You demand a white pool boy! You demand a return to traditional values!

Quit blowing smoke then. Pass a law that the rich split up the taxes paid by the poor get that lower class back in the field where they belong. Quit lying to us. Lying to us only going to make it worse when we rise up as one and pee in your swimming pools.

November 17, 2005

Fence For Food 2005 Totals

Thanks to the generosity of the fencers and of the citizens of Greensboro this year's Fence For Food invitational raised 146 pounds of non-perishable food for the Second Harvest Food Bank!

Many thanks to all involved for without whom.....

November 16, 2005

Baptist State Convention, They have a very exclusive god. So what?

I heard on the news last night that the Baptist State Convention has decided that if your church isn't Anti-Gay you can't play. I wouldn't have made that decision myself, but I am not a member of the Baptist State Convention. My childhood church might have been a member, but I left there under my own steam and I have no regrets. Here's my opinion of their stance.

The Baptist State Convention is a private club for member only. They can make whatever sort of rule they want and it is ok. Theirs is an exclusive god. If that's what they want to do fine. I see on TV constantly where little boys have club houses where girls are not allowed. The first time I saw it was on The Little Rascals. They aren't breaking any new ground here. Lots of golf clubs won't let you in if you are a woman, a minority, or poor, and that seems to work for them. Occasionally it makes news but it shouldn't. If you aren't allowed to belong to an organization make your own and if you want to exclude those people who excluded you. You are free to do so.

The boy scouts won't allow you in if you are female, gay, or non-christian. Private club for christian strait boys and the men who love them. Sort of like NAMBLA with camping. Whatever floats their boat. Same with the Babtist Convention.

We are surrounded by exclusory rules, I am a member of the YWCA, I am not a woman, and I don't belong to a church, but I can be a member of the YWCA. I teach fencing there. Anyone over the age of 9 can fence with us, but ONLY if you are a member of the YWCA. We are excluding young children and those who aren't willing to fork out $40.00 per year to be a YWCA member. I haven't seen or heard of any protest going on at the Y. Must be ok.

And though I can't speak for the gay population, I have to wonder if they would even want to belong to an organization who openly objects to them. There weren't many jews and gays in the Nazi party if you catch what I'm saying. Bonus! I got to say "Nazi" and "Baptist" in the same blog entry.

Its been a good day.

November 15, 2005

The Modern Parry

Without question at the root of all swordplay is a very simple, hard, and fast rule. Hit them, do not get hit yourself. When swords were impliments of destruction, not being hacked, slashed, stabbed, skewered and so on was the real key to survival. Those who were hacked, slashed, stabbed, skewered, and so on had a tendency to bleed to death, a good parry could keep you alive just long enough to kill your opponent first. Like Martha Stewert says, "Its a good thing."

Now that we are an evolved society who replaced blades with bullets for day to day killing, the martial arts are pretty much religated to sport, exercise, and pay per view TV spectacles. These days at a karate tournament you don't have to deliever a bone crushing blow to your opponent, you simply have to make contact. Fencing has evolved the same way, foil only requires 500 grams of pressure to score, epee only requires 750 grams to score, and with saber it is simply necessary to make contact. The blood sport evolved, from bloody to sporty, and the defense evolved with it. It wasn't that many years ago as sword history goes that two sport fencers were judged on the quality and correctness of their actions even more so than on their actual tip to target contact.

Today just as the touch does not have to be sufficient to kill, the parry doesn't really have as much to do as a defensive action. To quote Mr. Miyagi from the movie The Karate Kid, "Best defense, no be there". This is very true in fencing, the primary defense in fencing today is to make sure that you are not where your opponent's tip is. If you can't be where the tip isn't, then you have no choice left but to move your opponent's tip to where you aren't. Distance is the first defense, parry is the last defense.

Here's the trick. In today's fencing, if you have to parry you don't have to work nearly as hard as you did when the winner of a tournament was the guy who didn't leave in a box. Just as the touch is scored with less than a pound of pressure to indicate a touch, the parry is little more than a sharp lateral movement of the blade allowing the forte of the parrying weapon to contact and move the incomming foible of the attacking one.

A beginner, especially a young one, will always defend as though their life depended on it. Non-fencer children playing swords "fight" by hitting the swords against one another. They aren't trying to hit one another, they are playing swords. A beginning fencer is similar and what you see from the sidelines is the blades pointing at the ceiling, floor, and you-the bystander, seldom if ever at the opponent. (Floor hit.) We train a "proper" parry to move the blade just sufficient to make the incomming point miss your target. As the student gets better we make the parry smaller and more precise until literally all that is left is a sharp "click" sound as the defending blade snaps against the oncomming point and is instantly off in a well practiced reposte.

For the sake of modern right-of-way, the artificial convention of "pretend this thing is really sharp" is delt with by the artificial convention of the modern parry, "I proved I could move my opponent's tip to where I wasn't, and I immediately reposted".

Not that many years ago, you might need to move your shoulder a bit to parry and certainly your elbow. When I started fencing it was necessary to use elbow and wrist to move the incomming blade off target, today defence is in the fingers, specifically the thumb and the index finger. That is how you make the defensive action, that is how you make the audible "click", that is how you get that repost away and on target before the attacker can react. That is how you make touches without being touched upon.

The "click" created by the defensive movement of the blade is all that you really need in Foil and Saber. Epee, where arguably there is no parry at all, since there is no right-of-way there is no need to prove that you defended yourself. Your only concern is hitting your opponent first. Here in the weapon where counter-attack is king and parrys are little more than delaying the inevitable, you must really parry if you intend to use one. Here the parry is all or nothing and you could still give it your all and still get nothing for it. If you choose to parry in Epee, you had better parry like you mean it. Any time you spend not trying to hit them, is nothing more than free time they have to continue to try and hit you. This is why you often hear Epee coaches yelling "Finish!" and never "Parry!".

Any questions?

November 14, 2005

Fence For Food 2005

It is events like this one that help me cope with commuting from a cheaper county, to and from the single wide, down the long dirt road in the aging Saturn. That is the level of rewarding we are talking about here.

Here's the set up. At the end of our Fall UNCG CALL class we hold a mock tournament where these beginners plus our regular class beginners can get together and experience something very close to an actual tournament. They check in, they sign waivers, they "pay". A Tournament could be anywhere between $15.00 and $35.00, for this event, the "fee" is a non-parishable food donation.

The happiest of accidents was that the News and Record just a few days before did an article on our Olympic Armorer Kathy Walters, in doing so they mentioned that something to do would be to go check out our little tournament to see fencing for themselves.

And come they did! I have no idea if the article said spectators were to bring canned food, or if as one very large group they just all opted to pitch in, either way, my car is loaded so full of fencing gear we can barely commute due to the displacement in the equipment van caused by all of those boxes of canned food!

This is truly a great town! I am going to have to get a high paying hobby one day that will allow me live in it. It can't interfeer with any of my rewarding work like at the university or with fencing, but unlike those two it must be able to pay the bills. Maybe I should finish one of the several books I have started on...

November 11, 2005

The Night The Trees Went "WOOMPH!"

Its that time of year again, the trees turn technacolor, scarves become more than just a fashion statement, and coffee becomes a survival instinct. When Autumn falls around the old Cavenaugh place, it is less like a season and more like an event. The trees slowly test the water a few leaves at a time like a timid child trying to get into a swimming pool, one toe at a time. Weeks of this will pass, a leaf here, a leaf there, orange toes in a sea of winter. Then one day "WOOMPH", like an arbor cannon ball into the sea of winter the trees dump their leaves on the waiting ground.

The "WOOMPH" is both audible, noticable, and if you aren't expecting it startling. This year we missed the great "WOOMPH", due to being in Wilmington. On our return however, we saw that it had in fact happened, the trees were bare, suddenly we go from wilderness to neighborhood as I can now see two neighbor's houses that weren't visible when we left. The boldly naked taking out the trash days are officially over until spring. Replaced by the carefully naked taking out the trash nights until snow forces shoes.

See you in the spring...

November 10, 2005

CAUSE 2005

Good food, good friends, good opportunities to learn and share. My office presented our project management presentation and no one had a stroke at our "cool and edgy" presentation. If you wanted stodgy and boring you wouldn't have a master's in film working on your powerpoint!

We played to a standing room only crowd and got exactly the sort of reaction we expected. More than half were ready to jump onboard right then, some were interested with mild reservation, and of course we had the traditionalist who sat back and repeated their tired mantra over and over again "It can't be done". Those are my favorite folks actually. Those are the ones who will tell you it can't be done, and get steam rolled by you as you do it in spite of their best efforts anyway. It seems like these encounters end in retirement.

One point which was saved for last that I think did sink in was that our new UNC System President is bringing portfolio planning to the UNC system, you can profit by this knowledge and ride out to meet him, or you can be ambushed by it when you least expect it.

After recently getting my personal lesson on the "Power of blogs", a lesson not only to me the blogger but to the audience who took the "That Guy" fable and honestly seemed to learn from it. Thus, I made the decision to blog about project management just as I currently blog about fencing. However, the difference is I will do my PM blogging in a new UNCG PM blog environment. Perhaps next year, we present "Ah the Power of Blog".

Lead, follow, or get out of the way...

November 8, 2005

Karma Check! Owww...Something just bit me in the butt!

Some of you may recall that about a year ago I was at a certain meeting of similar people in similar jobs. One of the people in my "tribe" was made into "That guy". It was bad. Not only because he was set up to be "That Guy", but because he allowed himself to become that guy. It was work related, so even then I kept the names to myself to protect feelings and friendships.

One year later...

Walking down some stairs a guy says, "Hi Woody!" quick banter, I didn't recongize him and I knew he was messing with me, so I was going to counter with something hip and edgy like, "Hey! I almost didn't recognize you with your cloths on." (In most cases this is an excellent counter to the mysterious greeting.) The moment passed, we both turned the corner and that was that.

Later, standing in a snack line, a complete stranger looks across the bacon wrapped scallops and says, "Woody, great to see you! I love your blog."


Crap. Crap for crap! I don't know how it happened or why it happened, but if you google the meeting of similar people in similar jobs the first hit just happens to be my recount of "The Story of That Guy".


Hi Wally! Hi Guys! Careful what you say folks, it has a way of comming back to bite you in the hind parts. Even when you aren't wrong.

I don't know what's worse actually, not knowing if I should feel guilty about the original post, or feeling like I am the victim of "That Guy" karma. Its all about not being "That Guy".

November 6, 2005

Bragging Rights, We've Got More "E"'s!

Two of our fencers placed second and third in a Charlotte fencing tournament. Proud? Darned right I am! We of The Downtown Fencing Club have the tools, we have the talent, and we're getting the results!

BooYa!

November 4, 2005

Erskine Bowles Visits UNCG, Brings his "A" Game With Him.

I went to the new Science Building today to catch a Q&A session by our very own President Elect of the UNC System Erskine Bowles. We might have lost a senator, but I think the UNC System scored a upstanding guy who will go a long way towards fixing everything wrong with NC's public university system.

Opening with the joke "I finally got a job!", once the applause died down he dove headlong into the briar patch that is the UNC System schools. He laid out for everyone what he saw, what he thought he should see, and what he needed to do to get what he needed to get the UNC System moving in the right direction again. He stated right up front that he wasn't a visionary, he was the guy you call to make your vision a reality. With 16 campuses, and all of the layers of politics that lives witin each one, this was a breath of fresh air. I think if anyone else had been standing up there he would have told us his vision and half of the room would have been plotting to make it fail.

His business language worked for me what with this University ITP Project Management Office secret life I use to pay the bills.

I also liked his honesty. The first person to speak during the Q&A portion spouted a prepaired speech that went on and on about the very real plight of the hapless university staff member. At the end of her speech he noded and said, "This is not the first campus I have heard this on." He then said that he would always speak as truthfully as possible. He went on to say that though her issue is very valid and very real, it was not his highest priority. He went on to say that though things were bad for university staff the same issues affected the university faculty and they are the ones who make or break a university. Good teachers bring more students. Once the brain drain amoung the faculty could be solved, then he would turn towards the staff issues. I personally really appreciated that. Most politicians say anything they can to please everyone they can and then do whatever the heck they want. It was refreshing and good to hear this kind of honesty. His ultimate goal is to pay faculty and staff wages that are on par with private sector saleries. That would be worth waiting for.

He told us that we are having to operate on fewer and fewer resources and the best way to combat it is to show clearly what we do, what it cost, what we want to do and what it cost, and most importantly what it will do in turn. He's talking my language!

One thing that was brought up that I had never thought about before was the fact that out of 16 campuses only a couple of them were specialized. Most UNC schools are trying to be all things to all people and that might be hurting everyone. This came from the UNCG assistant Chief of Police. Food for thought. Erskine was familiar with the trend already. I got the since that he saw it as a problem as well, but didn't know quite how to steer the Universities back towards their specialities.

One thing I really appreciated was that he came in with a legal pad and took notes of what people were saying to him. This was definately in keeping with his statement of wanting to know our vision so he could help us achieve it.

Wecome aboard Erskine, and good luck!

November 2, 2005

The Mind Works In Mysterious Ways

I first noticed it with a fencer that we have decided based on a magazine article about Bran Cohen might have something like Asperger's syndrome. Noted and put away. It was interesting trivia and gave me some insight into how the fencer ticked but I assumed that it was simply a manifastation of what we thought might be Asperger's syndrome. The other night I noticed it in someone else, and it has been laying on my mind since then. I am just going to have to pay attention in class and see if this is a rule an exception or just coincidence.

These two fencers' speech pattern matches their fencing patterns. Or "You fence like you talk!" If this even turns out to be true some of the time it becomes one more tool in my bag of tricks to make better fencers. Some this will be easy to test on as they have a particular speaking style that will be easy to look for on strip. Others will be much harder due to the fact that I have so little evidence that they are not mute!

I will have to let you know what I find out over the course of the next few weeks....

November 1, 2005

True knowledge is to know to know what you do not know

Long ago in a university communications class, or maybe it was psychology I forget. Anyway, I remember something about conversation theory (or some such), intersecting rings, and the simple notion that at any given moment there is what you know, what you think you know, what you think you don't know, and what you actually don't know. In watching my fencing students I have come to realize that this applies here too.

It is much easier to witness in beginners because due to experience level, the part that they "know" is small enough you can see them reach the "actually don't know" much faster. I suspect this is common in all sports but since I know fencing, I will relate it to that. It all starts so well....

"En guard! "
"Ready! "
"Fence!"
Those three little words define pretty nicely in beginners the portion of the bout where they know that they know and are correct. OK, that was an exageration. A beginner knows where they stand at that point and one point beyond that. When the referee calls "Fence!" the fencer knows exactly what they intend to do.
1. I will attack.
2. I will defend.
3. I will wait.
If the opponent is similarly skilled it comes out like rock paper scissors, attack beats waiting, defending beats attacking waiting beats defending. The difference is that in Rock Paper Scissors, if both opponents choose the same thing it is a draw and they start in over. In fencing, it is just the beginning and they have to do something new quickly. They know what they want to do, they think they know what their opponent is going to do, they don't have a clue what is going to happen next.

It looks like this. The referee says "fence" the beginning fencers do what they intend to do, if it works great, someone gets a touch and they move on. If it fails they end up falling into chaos to the point where they resort to a single tactic and keep doing it over and over again, the first person to actually hit anything stops the action.

Coaches and parents have come to think of this beginner behavior as "cute". I am sure a little part of us dies every time it happens but that little piece is reborn when the fencers get more experience and fall into that panic pattern less and less.

Experience brings a greater bag of tricks to start with, more future planning, and some understanding that they will be more successful if they understand their opponent better. Eventually even the most seasoned fencers reach a point where they and their opponent has no idea what is about to happen, but in most cases someone's landed a touch before that point.

So to help the experience go along I offer these tips.
1. Practice the things you know such that you don't have to think about doing them anymore. "Know yourself."
2. Practice the things you don't know until you know them. "Know to know what you do not know."
3. Study everyone's fencing so you have a greater feel of what their tendencies are. "Know your enemy."

Master these three things and you will have true fencing knowledge. Now hurry up you only have your lifetime minus your age left to figure it out!




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