<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047563388797420921</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:29:35.697-07:00</updated><category term='Dave Rawlings'/><category term='SFI'/><category term='Scott Brown'/><category term='Lies'/><category term='Community'/><category term='HEMA'/><category term='wankers'/><category term='WMA'/><category term='Greg Mele'/><category term='hemaboy'/><category term='Martin Austwick'/><title type='text'>Baskethilt Broadsword Boy</title><subtitle type='html'>A truly straight talking swordsman</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047563388797420921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baskethilt Broadsword boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603287034888644585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8MuFG9tAwo/SQPDzZ6FlWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8NYXzMrb29w/S220/DThangingGuard1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047563388797420921.post-1273977334613026817</id><published>2008-11-22T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:23:59.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SFI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hemaboy'/><title type='text'>The Death of a Internet Forum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I was a lad growing up in my little country  village, my parents would take me to visit other family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I still remember bits and pieces of these visits  and the households themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I lived in a town that had been founded  in the 1860 during a local gold rush and had maternal ancestors move to the  local area during that time. My maternal grandmother had 10 sisters and they had  all wed and produced offspring. &lt;/span&gt;This fact meant that I was related to a  large number of the 2000 locals as our family was one the few remaining pioneer  families of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My father had escaped the poverty of the  Ozarks Mountain Country after serving in the US Navy during W.W.II. He settled  in the local area during the US post war &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;economy&lt;/span&gt;.  He had siblings along with other extended members of his  family relocate to the area around the same time thus adding to number of  relatives to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How does this correlate to the life or death of a  forum? Let me enlighten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There were too many houses to visit with the work  hours my parent's kept, so visits only were to close family members. Frequent  ones were to members my parents liked (or felt the family obligation to  visit)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;just like a internet forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm a member of far too many forums and don't get  to visit most of them during the month. Just like my parents there are too many  "houses" to visit with the work hours I keep. A couple of the forums I drop by  every day to see what's up. A few I don't even visit at all as I just didn't  find them interesting after joining. One I drop by and post at only as I feel a  obligation to visit as I'm personal friends with the moderator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's the pattern my parents had with family  visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been surfing the net for many years now and  have seen forums rise and fall, just like the fortunes of some of my many family  members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Some on the internet say the Sword Forum  International's &lt;span class="normal"&gt;Historical European  Swordsmanship&lt;/span&gt; forum is dying  It smells of death and decay.  I disagree.  To me it's a mature forum that requires a polite tone and it's used to discuss a  myriad of issues. It's a place to go to ask questions of those who might have an  answer or share the answers you might already know. Just like some the different  households my family would visit, a place to be polite. Not one to play as a  child, but a place to go to learn and share family history or life's  lessons with a mature member of my clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;that  there are other more robust forums in the world wide internet to hang out and  discuss the martial arts of Europe. After visiting them I don't see anymore  activity in the research and interpretation forums that what I see at SFI. Most  activity seem to be on "the silly side" of life. I had cousins that owned a  large ranch 45 minutes from my home and as a child I loved going there to play.  We could run and scream at the top of our lungs and not anger any adult. It too,  was a place to learn, but in a much more relaxed atmosphere with life lessons  that differed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the end, the elders of my childhood have passed  on, leaving my parents the roll that they held in my small home town, and the  ranch fell onto hard times and was sold... scattering the members of that part  of the family to the 4 winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But what I learned from both is what I teach in  life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In time, all the forums I visit will fall. Owners  with tire of the cost, lose interest, or die and those forums will die with  them. When they go, it wont be the last posting of a "silly side of life" that  will be remembered, but the growth our sport has seen thanks to the exchange of  information at those forums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A few years ago one of my favorite forums was hacked  off the face of the internet by a hacker who made sure he killed it and all of  the backup files... an internet slaying of a loved one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All data was lost, and years worth of good  armour research data and helpful posts was gone with a malicious  keystroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That was a real death of a Internet  Forum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047563388797420921-1273977334613026817?l=baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1273977334613026817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047563388797420921&amp;postID=1273977334613026817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047563388797420921/posts/default/1273977334613026817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047563388797420921/posts/default/1273977334613026817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-of-internet-forum.html' title='The Death of a Internet Forum'/><author><name>Baskethilt Broadsword boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603287034888644585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8MuFG9tAwo/SQPDzZ6FlWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8NYXzMrb29w/S220/DThangingGuard1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047563388797420921.post-1397342851649969532</id><published>2008-10-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:19:10.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Community'/><title type='text'>Lies and Social Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I was a teenager growing up in a rather small  village in the middle of nowhere, my father raised me to never lie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Lying it seemed, was something that  sooner or later would &lt;/span&gt;catch up with one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the small village, the price of lying could be costly as a  man was only as good as his word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He did however teach me " Sometimes, you don't need  to tell someone everything you know". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;It wasn't until I was older that I  discovered that &lt;/span&gt;this is a form of lying known as "a lie of omission".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My mother taught me about the same time the concept  "That if you have nothing good to say about a person, best not to say anything  at all." It seem that this too, may be a form of lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One other thing she taught me was the concept of  "The White Lie", those little "harmless" lies we tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; throughout the day to keep people happy. The  otherwise harmless lies that grease the wheels of society, love, work, and  friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It seems that throughout&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;my life I used  all of these types of "good" lies to keep friends happy, the work place calm, and my  wife of 30 years content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What I thought I was doing was building a community  of friends, family, and coworkers by using such techniques, it seems that  perhaps I could be wrong, all I might have done is become the consummate  liar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I had a chance to test "my" community 2 years ago  when my family's life was turned upside down with the near death of my  teen son, &amp;amp; my wife's battle with cancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Both events happened at the same time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Even though we had full health insurance in the US  system, the bills quickly pilled up. I found myself facing almost $90,000. in  short term medical debt and debtors who wanted their money... now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When the news spread of our plight, my internet and  local communities came together and helped us in our time of crisis. Most of the  bills got paid off with the help of my communities. There were fund raisers,  parties and random checks sent to help from all over the US. Prayers were said on our behalf all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For those of you who have seen the end of the  classic movie "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')" href="http://www.rateitall.com/i-883199-george-baily.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's a Wonderful Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;" you'll  know what I mean by the statement " I felt just like George Bailey&lt;em&gt;".   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had no idea how many people's lives I and my wife touched until our darkest hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It seems that my parents had taught me how to be a  good person and not the consummate liar after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047563388797420921-1397342851649969532?l=baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1397342851649969532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047563388797420921&amp;postID=1397342851649969532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047563388797420921/posts/default/1397342851649969532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047563388797420921/posts/default/1397342851649969532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/lies-and-social-grace.html' title='Lies and Social Grace'/><author><name>Baskethilt Broadsword boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603287034888644585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8MuFG9tAwo/SQPDzZ6FlWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8NYXzMrb29w/S220/DThangingGuard1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047563388797420921.post-244422063566603982</id><published>2008-10-25T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:59:22.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Mele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SFI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hemaboy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Rawlings'/><title type='text'>Perception.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;When growing up, my mum raised me to believe in right  and wrong, a strict set of morals as my compass and that life was black and  white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed what I was taught until my early 30's when I had a  epiphany...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;People who I thought were lying or being deceptive...  weren't. In many cases those who I thought were bearing false witness just had a  different perception of what transpired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow, Mother was wrong and this epiphany freed me to  see beyond my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;perception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll temper this epiphany with the following: while  a person's perception makes them believe what they think are the  "facts", it doesn't always make them correct or right. Perception can  be distorted by many factors, drug &amp;amp; alcohol use, personal beliefs,mental illness and manipulation by others  with a agenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was George Bernard Shaw who observed that Britain and America are two  countries divided by a common language. Thanks to the internet, we former  colonials can anger our British cousins and they us with a stroke of a key and  the enter button. Often these internet flame wars start over how each post is  perceived by those across the pond and not the true intent of the poster.  Sometimes, it's those who wish to stir the pot for some sort of personal gain or  pleasure. These kind of people are found on both sides of the Atlantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if more of us in the WMA world  looked beyond the manipulation by others and learned to see beyond our current perception of events? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It might help us all grow as western martial  artists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047563388797420921-244422063566603982?l=baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com/feeds/244422063566603982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047563388797420921&amp;postID=244422063566603982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047563388797420921/posts/default/244422063566603982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047563388797420921/posts/default/244422063566603982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/perception.html' title='Perception.'/><author><name>Baskethilt Broadsword boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603287034888644585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8MuFG9tAwo/SQPDzZ6FlWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8NYXzMrb29w/S220/DThangingGuard1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047563388797420921.post-8453868548023503861</id><published>2008-10-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:22:16.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin Austwick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Mele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SFI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hemaboy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Rawlings'/><title type='text'>Why don't we all get along in the WMA world?</title><content type='html'>It's seems that I'm one of the few who really thinks that we should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 years ago I learned the basics of modern saber and tried to apply it to the Scottish Highland&lt;br /&gt;Broadsword... in other words, like many who have come to the world of Historic Fencing, I came via a back yard homemade system that was shite.... When I discovered the WWW and&lt;br /&gt;others like me were working from historic manuals I knew I'd found heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first discovered WMA on the internet I bought into the whole idea that it is a world wide movement... I still do, but it seems there are a select few out there that would rather turn this movement in to a "us vs them" mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems to be a ego thing: groups that formed around a strong personality then broke all ties with the rest of the WMA world as they are "the one and only true way of the sword". Other times it seems to be one (or more egos) battling it out to prove that they have"the one and only true way of the sword" on the internet to promote themselves (and in doing so feed their egos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not about money as all of the WMA instructors I know either have a day job, or just earn enough to pay bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I spend a thousand or two of my own money on insurance and lender gear each year for my classes, then I donate my time to teach. Why? Cause it helps me understand the systems, helps me be a better instructor, swordsman and human being. By introducing more people to these arts it allows the WMA world to grow, by one new student at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame more of us didn't do it this way, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think with the many interpretations out there on the more popular systems a student of the sword should try them out, see what one instructor teaches vs another. Look at what works and why and be willing to take those ideas that work well and use them with your "base" in that system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us have it 100% "right",  some of us let prior training blind us on our own work that distorts the system in to something that it wasn't. I know when I first picked up the longsword in the German system, my years of backsword got in the way. I feel others let prior EMA training sometimes influence their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all only the sum of our personal knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this fact that brings me back to the concept of the WMA world... by putting egos aside and working together we can put the best bits of these interpretations together to try to come close to what the systems really were, or we can labor in our little ego feeding groups and hold ourselves back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047563388797420921-8453868548023503861?l=baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8453868548023503861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047563388797420921&amp;postID=8453868548023503861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047563388797420921/posts/default/8453868548023503861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047563388797420921/posts/default/8453868548023503861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-dont-we-all-get-along-in-wma-world.html' title='Why don&apos;t we all get along in the WMA world?'/><author><name>Baskethilt Broadsword boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603287034888644585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8MuFG9tAwo/SQPDzZ6FlWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8NYXzMrb29w/S220/DThangingGuard1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047563388797420921.post-6992858409344165623</id><published>2008-10-24T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:19:25.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wankers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hemaboy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies'/><title type='text'>Why anonymous wankers piss me off....</title><content type='html'>Why anonymous wankers piss me off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't think it was great to attack other by give names when you can had behind a nome de plume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to attack people people on the internet with half truths, distortions, or just plain lies when you can hide behind a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait you say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You yourself hide behind such a nome de plume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sadly it's true. Here I sit in the 49 state of the US of A, a semi-well known Highland Sword instructor who's class is based off of Thomas Page's manual of 1746 and I'm sure nobody who might read this would have a clue who Baskethilt Broadsword Boy could be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in this case, I piss myself off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4047563388797420921-6992858409344165623?l=baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6992858409344165623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4047563388797420921&amp;postID=6992858409344165623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047563388797420921/posts/default/6992858409344165623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4047563388797420921/posts/default/6992858409344165623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baskethitbroadswordboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-anonymous-wankers-piss-me-off.html' title='Why anonymous wankers piss me off....'/><author><name>Baskethilt Broadsword boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603287034888644585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='10' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g8MuFG9tAwo/SQPDzZ6FlWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8NYXzMrb29w/S220/DThangingGuard1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
