My Year with Oom Yung Doe Martial Arts, Part I

On April 6th, 2000 I set out in search of a martial arts studio. I did a little research (very little), looked up some addresses and set out across the city. I believe I drove by three places. Of those, only one was open. By that quirk of fate, I was drawn into an intense year of amazing physical conditioning, financial hardship and persistent coercion and factual omission.

Instructor Tom impressed me immediately. He showed me a smooth and powerful wrist lock, explained the introductory membership package, and I was sold. Instructor Tom (all the school's instructors were always referred to using their titles) was (and presumably still is) the real deal. He was obviously strong, dexterous, talented, and exhibited no overt macho or violent tendencies.

During those first several weeks, my training was quite simple. The moves were repetitive, but led to a good work out, and I was essentially satisfied. Occasionally Instructor Tom or one of the other instructors affiliated with the school would show me something challenging or put me in a position my body wouldn't go. Life was good, and I was satisfied. I believe the price was $400 for three months of training in their 'basic' program, including uniform.

After a few weeks, I was invited into the office with Assistant Regional Head Instructor Kevin. Even ridiculous titles like that, were always used. This is my blog, and I haven't been affiliated with the school for several years, so hereafter Kevin's title will be omitted. Kevin was (and presumably still is) a fatherly, vaguely Santa Claus sort. He didn't have the massive physical skills as most of his cohorts, but he made you want to like and trust him. In retrospect, there is no doubt: he was working me. Before too long, I was convinced. I switched from the basic program to the Two Year Black Belt track. Black Belt programs came in 2-4 year varieties, and they charged by the knowledge. The 4 year bundle (recommended only for people with physical limitations) was less expensive by the year than the 2 year kind (designed for athletic types with some aptitude and time to dedicate). I was charged approximately $4000 - $5000 for that year of training. I used a credit card cash advance check to pay the annual fee, all in advance. You see, if you paid monthly installments, they would have to portion out the training, so you wouldn't get ahead of what you'd paid for. If you paid in advance, they could teach you whatever portion of the first year's curriculum that you could handle.

Autopsy

So, um, today. At work. I saw an autopsy.

It was a very strange experience that I'm still kind of processing. It wasn't anyone I knew; I was there to observe the process (it should take 30 days to get all the finalized reports out after an autopsy, including lab results and whatnot; it takes us around 90 days. We're in the early assessment for how to put together a workshop to reduce that time).

At first it was very intense, and I couldn't watch any of the actual... goings on. Then I saw an log of autopsies performed this year and saw that a patient I knew back when I worked in the Pulmonary clinic nearly 3 years ago had been there; that was at least as intense as what was going on a few feet away.

I think maybe I'll have a drink now.

Ultima III - Geekalicious!

Yay! Thanks to DosBox I was able to make my copy of Utima III playable. This game has been in my life for over 20 years, and finally it is complete. I played the heck out of Ultima IV when it came out, and finished it a few times. I also played a lot of Ultima V, but couldn't find British at the end. Ultima III really started the love, and I'm finally able to say I killed that darned Exodus!