Mi faze is bwoke.

[serinde]

I was not properly controlling uke's head during iriminage, thus creating a perfect object lesson in why we are supposed to do that as the top of David's skull whanged into my jaw. This resulted in what Dr. Nick describes as a "minor TMJ dislocation", leading to brain dislocation because I kept trying to parse TMJ as Too Much Joy. The point of impact doesn't hurt, but the opposite side of my jaw does. Rather a lot, really. So I'm supposed to ice the point of impact, and the other side too if it swells (which it feels like it is), leading to much hilarity in the office as I slouch scowling in my chair with cold packs pressed all over my face.

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[xlerb.livejournal.com]

Ah, irimi nage, to which I assigned the poetic English name of "dead fish throw" becuase of the way in which the uke is to be flopped back and forth. A friend preferred "hundred years throw", for how long it takes to figure out. (I know perfectly well what the name actually means, mind you.)

I miss aikido. But it's f.*ing expensive out here in the real world. And then there's the USAF vs. acronym-I-can't-remember thing, which I don't really get.

[syringavulgaris.livejournal.com]

Dead fish throw. *hee.* If I burst out laughing in the middle of class next time we do it, I blame YOU.

Yeah, I probably would have a devil time affording it out of my own pocket, but my year's fees were Steve's birthday present to me. Nicest pooky evar!

I am blissfully unaware of any aikido politics. I hear vague occasional rumblings of intra-dojo gossip but, having no context, it just washes away.