Monthly Archives: January 2012

Random pictures from Christchurch and beyond!

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This is bit of a photo-dump – just pictures that I find interesting from the last few weeks in and around Christchurch.  A few have stories behind them, but most are just random sights that caught my eye.  Here are the few stories that do come with the shots:

The “Goodbye Kittie” – this line-art is a piece of Emma’s, done for her by one of her artist friends.  Its part of a whole “emo” series, ranging from “Finding Emo” instead of “Finding Nemo” and a drawing of Elmo covered in makeup and using blocks to spell out “Emo” instead of “Elmo”

Chinese Food Box – “The meal contain Nutrition information” is a lie… at no point is there any nutrition information, either on the meal, the packaging, or in the store.  However, I do appreciate the effort.

“Stay in Mantrol” ad – this is an ad series in New Zealand… I find it amazingly entertaining for some reason.

Graffiti – Most of these were taken at the rail yards… a very poorly secured area I have to say.  Lots of fences and locked gates… except for the area right near where I was biking, which was just open to the road for some reason.  Some of the tags are your standard issue ones, but some are real works of art.

“Galaxy” cracks on the computer – This is a friend of mines computer… its just a broken screen, but it looks amazing and the few pixels not completely dead have a tendency to twinkle every so often

Capoeira classes

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I feel, and see, the world spin as I fall.  Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I come to a jarring stop on the grass of the tennis court. “What was that? Get up, keep going!” I hear my teacher saying, as Miguel continues swaying in front of me with an amused look on his face. I quickly pick myself back up, and move back into the swaying motion so characteristic of Capoeira, the Ginga movement. I haven’t done martial arts since I was in grade-school when I took karate lessons, but I love this – the competition and strength of martial arts, the grace and balance of climbing, and the pure strength of gymnastics all come together in this single set of fluid motions.

Capoeira, as I learned from Pontual (my teacher), is a martial art created by African slaves in Brazil as a way to defend themselves from the Portuguese – learning to fight was illegal among slaves, for obvious reasons, but by practicing Capoeira as a dance they were able to conceal the fact that they were practicing a martial art. Because of this, Capoeira utilizes very fluid motions and attacks, flowing between offensive kicks and defensive dodges and rolls. I find it much more dynamic than the Karate that I used to take, since at no point are you standing still or completing a set chain of movements; instead Capoeira consists of a constant swaying motion combined with kicks, feigns, and trips based off of the motions that your opponent makes.

And I think that’s why I like it. In class we do practice sets of moves and balance exercises, but only for the first portion. Afterwards we “play the game”, Capoeira’s version of sparring. Instead of actually trying to connect blows on your opponent though, we go a slightly different, much more relaxed path; the class forms a circle, the partners shake, and then each one tries to show that they could connect a blow or a takedown… actually connecting is unnecessary most of the time. It’s a game of skill and reactions – we’re testing ourselves and our opponent, but at the end we’re still playing. If someone gets a good hit or trip off on me, I find myself laughing at my mistake and being impressed with their move, instead of getting frustrated that I made a mistake.

I honestly couldn’t say any specific thing about Capoeira that gives that feel, the air of friendly competition, fun, and excitement. I think its the combination of the music and the people watching – its the culture of the sport that differs from any other martial art that I’ve seen. Karate, when I took it, was much more focused and serious – a match takes place in near-silence, where the opponents are focused solely on besting their opponent. When we play in Pontual’s class, there’s music in the background, either a recording if we don’t have many people, or someone playing one of the traditional instruments and singing. And we play in a “Roda” (it’s Portuguese, pronounced Hoh-Dah), a circle of other “Capoeiristas” clapping and cheering us on.

The baseline here, is I love Capoeira. I don’t know if I’ll ever get truly competitive in it, past enjoying the Roda and playing against other people. Right now it’s an amazing counterpoint to climbing for me – Climbing is very slow and static, whereas Capoeira is quick and dynamic. The two complement each other amazingly, and I’ve found that my climbing training helped me get into Capoeira quicker, and Capoeira has helped me with the endurance and core strength that climbing so requires.

 

A few links for those interested in learning a bit more –

 

An amazing video showing the school of Capoeira that Pontual teaches from:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lyc4Q-menoE&fb_source=message

 

For more info on the history:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capoeira

New Years 2.0 party

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“Its almost time!”

“Hush! Get ready!”

“THREE…”

“Wait, already? Man! This was a quick year!”

“TWO…”

“Wait, is she here yet? Damnation, I need someone to kiss, quick!”

“ONE!”

” WOOO! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

 

And so, for the second time in as many days, I rang in the New Year with a cheer and a glass of scotch. How did this happen? Thankfully for me, I share a flat with a most excellent woman named Storm (not, not the X-man, but almost as cool) who, 8 years back, had a horrible New Years Eve. Thus, New Years eve 2.0 was pioneered, since “well, the first time sucked, so lets do it again!”. Thinking about it as I sit in the 4-person Spa (Ed note: Again, Spa = Jacuzzi in New Zealand) with 11 other people, I’m quite ok with the idea of having a second chance to party over New Years.

The night started quite worse off than the original New Years, unfortunately, when I realized that my steaks had rotted in the fridge, instead of waiting patiently for me to grill them. I tried tossing them in a brine to bring them back from the brink, but it wasn’t to be, and instead of delicious steak and potatoes I had Fish and Chips with Spanish instead. Definitely a good dinner, but a bit of a letdown when you were expecting Steak, I have to say.

The party itself technically started up right at the official facebook start time when a few people started showing up, but it only really started for me when Nick and Harriet showed up and we started chatting about a Capoeira trip that might be coming up. We relaxed outside on the driveway with all the lawn furniture spread out around us, chatting and going over a few of the moves that I keep getting wrong… I’ll admit that I nearly got a solid kick in the face from Nick, but thankfully he pulled it back when he noticed that my esquiva (the basic dodge/deflect for Capoeira), but other than that it was quite a fun time, heh.

Once the party did finally reach critical mass around eleven or so, we started having the real fun – between the spa being full of people and almost every room in the house being full of random excellent conversation ranging from high-altitude rocketry to the way to disarm someone in a fencing bout. The best technique, if your interested, we learned was to use mind bullets to destroy your opponents sword… a method that I employed by accident when my partners sword broke before we even started fencing. Totally my mind bullets, by the way, and not the fact that his sword was a cheap plastic costume piece. Totally mind bullets.

Aside from that… typical most-excellent party evening. By the end of the night the empty bottles had filled a full trash-bin, most of the water from the spa had been sloshed out by our attempts to break the record for most people, and the flat itself was… actually quite clean, thanks to some last-minute work by Storm and someone named Jacob. I believe that I finally fell into bed around 4:30 or so, after helping a whole group of people make the heart-rending decision as to whether they should stay on our couch, or walk the 200 yards or so to their own flat. <sigh> Life in a small city is so tough, isn’t it?