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It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat. - Theodore Roosevelt

I hope that no one will claim to know the final answers; no good comes from prophets. But even when acknowledging our falibility, we must nevertheless continue to think about these matters and give the advice to others that intellect and conscience dictate. And let God be our judge, as our grandparents used to say. - Sakharov

Baka ni tsukeru kusuriwa nai (There's no medicine to cure stupidity) - an old Japanese Proverb

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First mixed martial arts experience
Wednesday, 14 June 2006
We started standing with shunted practice knives in hand... first we parried for a few moments, but eventually got into a clinch.  I punched him in the ribs a few times then he grabbed my head. I grabbed his arms to control his movement, then kicked the side of his leg while he was off balance which caused him to fall on his side. I mounted him with my right knee pinning his left arm down and I punched him in the head a few times, after he squirmed, I got him in a head lock then slid to the rear to where he allowed me to sink in a full rear naked choke to finish the bout.  Things definitely occur a lot faster than you could imagine, but it felt good to experience something I only simulated in my mind.  After the bell, I got up and helped my comrade up. No ill will. What a rush. More again another time.
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Picture from 3rd and last fight of the night which initially started with cooking pots. Afterwards, fighter in yellow punched the side of my head and he may have broken his hand.  I knew I had a hard head, but didn't realize it was that hard! :)  The pots were destroyed after about 5 good solid hits then we went to some pans then to fist fighting.  Using miscellaneous weapons was more fun than I initially imagined and definitely made things interesting.  I think it was added for fun for the German network TV coverage and Wired.com story.

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