Just for laughs

I got this forward from a friend a while back. I felt compelled to share is because I need to cheer someone up, I couldn’t think of a better way and also because it’ll help many others as well. Here it goes, I hope to recreate it as closely as I can:

Installing Windows after Gentoo Linux

Hey guys, I felt compelled to write this article after my search for a solution to a pretty common problem turned out to be nothing but futile. Yeah,  there are lotsa sites there, they give you promises yet they don’t actually solve the problem. In this method, I’ve successfully tricked Windows into working from any damn partition (primary of course).

Yes, Linux and Windows can coexist in a dual boot

Taming the penguin

Taming the penguin? you might ask what is so much to tame in a penguin, they are cute, gentle black and white birds with a taste for cool places. Yeah, but lotsa people don’t agree, I think it has something to do with the windows of their houses, through which the harmless penguin appears to be a vicious wild rabid carnivorous monster that would love to bite your ass off and you’ll end with painful injections on your navel. So.. which penguin am I talking about? well, penguins come in a variety of types and shapes, Emperor penguins, Chinstrap penguins, Rockhopper penguins, Adelie penguins and finally Tux, but they are all penguins right?….

Don’t worry, this isn’t a weird guide on zoology, and no, I have no plans to work for Nat Geo either .It’s just a brief story of how I got into the Linux world. There seems to be several listings out there on the net about the pros and cons of the different operating systems available. Then there are fights over which one is the best. But I intend this article as an account on my transition to this wonderful OS, on to the story then….

I’m Back!!

Well, this would be my first post in a very long time.  I was surprised to find that my blog got quite a few visits despite the lack of activity. I had gotten a bit discouraged by lack of response from people… sorta felt like speaking to a bunch of chairs lol.

Anyway, I’m gonna go post about something that’s been doing the rounds in my head for a while.

The world of Travian

This time round I’m writing about a completely off-topic subject. It’s about this online game that I’ve started to play about a month back. It all started with an annoying ad that comes in most of the websites that I visit. It’s called Travian, it would nicely fit in the RTS category, and in fact it is so ‘real time’ that people spend about an year on average playing it. Besides this the feeling that you are playing against real people with actual intelligence and… emotions gives it a very real feel, you could negotiate truces, make allies start a war on another alliances. It’s good for people on the move as the whole game is online; all you need is a browser.

Avoiding broken bones

I initially intended this to be a continuation of my post on shin conditioning, it is to a great extent, but it’s useful for almost anyone who cares about bone health. I came across some videos where athletes have broken their shin bone completely. More than the excruciating pain, these injuries could possible prevent you from sparring forever. The surprising ease by which their bones broke made me think about the whole thing for several days. Was it because they had low bone density? Was it because they had not conditioned their shins properly? Was it because they actually used too much force? I searched the net for some answers. I’ll talk about them in detail soon. But first have a look at the videos, I’m just putting two of them here, but there are many more from where they came from.

Yet another narcotic – the haircut

I know what all of you people out there must be thinking, it’s kind of weird. But just think about it, doesn’t it really feel good when you get a haircut? In fact I think that I’m addicted to it, whenever I recover from some sickness be it fractures, fever, migraine or just plain bad mood I head to the barber and get a haircut. I don’t know whether it’s the actual cutting of the hair or the resulting bath that I have after coming back, but it feels really, really good!!

The most amazing machine – Our human body

I have sometimes compared my body to machines. I had wished that I had the processing power of a computer chip so that I could calculate faster than the blink of an eye or had been dumbstruck by the awesome power of some mechanical devices. Just think of those killer machines depicted in the Terminator series, but little have I thought of the wonderful capability of our own system. I guess one tends to overlook one’s strengths when comparing with others.

No Pain No Gain…….. or is it?

These blogs seems to get increasingly personal. This one I’m starting with is more on the philosophical side of things. I wasn’t sure whether to put it here in ‘Kyokushin’ or in ‘Philosophy’, I finally decided to put it here because the thought is on Kyokushin practices. What I’m trying to discuss here is the intensity of the karate practice, over here by ‘intensity’ I’m talking about the damage potential during kumite.

Darn freaking soft shins!

Today I went to our dojo for training again finally after a week of laziness. I didn’t lose much skill since I have practiced a little at home. Today was also the sparring day, I was eager as always to jump in and get some ‘practical experience from kumites, I was fighting a senior who was into kyokushin for 2 years now, I don’t know what belt he was( most of us come in loose casuals and not in the gi most of the time). I was my usual aggressive self, kicking and punching continuously (not mindlessly though), some footwork now and then, everything went well till I kicked his elbow with my right shin. I’ve never used my shin before for kicking and they are quite un-conditioned. I had to stop the fight and was limping for a while, but fortunately as excruciating as the  pain was initially, it didn’t pain much afterwards. So I decided to do something about my weak shins (the right one’s swollen up a bit now ) Senpai advised me to do ‘Mud conditioning’ which essentially was kicking a sand bag hung on a bar with different parts of my leg including (and especially) the shin.