The adventures, thoughts, and general scrawlings of a classical pianist

self defense

  • Things I learned from a self-defense class, Part 1

    The armless rubber dummy I punched to hell and back today. His name is Bob, he’s actually a really nice guy. Today I found myself in a T-shirt, exercise pants, and sneakers—clothes I have not worn for months/years/eons? The longest part of getting dressed today involved trying to find the rarely-worn exercise pants I had… Continue reading