Sword Technique
The things this kid can do with a bokken… amazing. Via Aesopian’s facebook page.

The things this kid can do with a bokken… amazing. Via Aesopian’s facebook page.
Found this old Jiu-jitsu book that dates back to 1904 on Google books. It’s called Jiu-Jitsu: A Comprehensive and Copiously Illustrated Treatise. That’s a mouthful. An interesting perusal, I must say. Interesting indeed. *Tweaks moustache*

But wait, there’s more! Here’s an article in a 1930 issue of Popular Mechanics on Jiu-jitsu. Here’s an illustration from the magazine. Never seen that move before, but if it involves cupping the balls, I’m not interested.

Here are a few other interesting JJ-related finds:
Outing Magazine – 1906
Jiu-Jitsu Combat Tricks – 1904
The Black Cat – 1904 (You don’t need a gun if you know Jiu-Jitsu!)
Commemorate the legendary Grand Master Helio Gracie with 18″ x 24″ of old school awesome. Frame one up for your gym, bedroom, office, or man-cave wall.
NYC’s No Mas is slinging these tees. I wants. They also have a few other Muhammad Ali-related items.

This t-shirt is a replica of the one that Muhammad Ali, then Cassius Clay, wore in training for his 1964 upset of Sonny Liston in which he won the heavyweight title for the first time. It was a victory that, as Ali famously put it, “shook up the world,” and immediately launched him into that rare stratosphere of superstardom that he would occupy for the rest of his life. As an artifact, this shirt has heavy resonance in Ali’s development, for immediately after the first Liston fight he would make the announcement that as a member of the Nation of Islam and a devoted follower of Elijah Muhammad, he no longer would be known by his slave name, Cassius Clay. He initially took the name Cassius X in the manner of his mentor, Malcolm X, but soon afterward was given the name “Muhammad Ali” by Elijah Muhammad himself.
These guys are in their mid to late-40’s, but definitely don’t sound like they’re slowing down. Their latest effort is hot. And fast. And loud. Treat yourself to an aural assault of relentless, ridiculously fast licks accompanied by angry, humanity-loathing lyrics. Chunky rhythms appear in between to give you some time to catch your breath, and just when you’re feeling better white hot searing solos come in to liquify your ear canals.
Public Display of Dismemberment is the best track on the album, but Playing with Dolls can be skipped.