Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Okinawan Karate

I will soon be making another foray into the fighting arts- a return to Okinawan Karate may be imminent. I was going to go into boxing... but this face is just too damn pretty too fuck up like that.

It may be just because I have a mind for history, but even the word "Okinawa" seems supremely tough because of the 1944 battle there. You could say "Okinawan bunny", and immediately my mind conjurs up a rabid rabbit with fifteen fangs the size of ice picks that will rip your throat out and fly his cage into your aircraft carrier.

Maybe it's just me.

1 comment:

Buzz said...

When I think Okinawa I think of whisper alley and $20 handjobs in the red light district.

Oh, and the banana show. Okinawa and banana show are nearly synonimous.

Last time I was there, though, I toured some of the bunkers that the natives had built for the impending attack.

Humbling, for sure.