Don't flatter yourself to much Jacky Boy.

Jack is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get.

im just surprised anyone has a long enough attention span to read his posts.

Robert,

You start a sentence with a capital.

I am not surprised that you have only one sentaence of "something" to share. If you can consider a wise crack from the peanut gallery "something."

Typical quire post.


Pan,

You in the joint? Do they still have burrito night on Tuesdays?

I spent some time in a Mexican prision. Way differn't. Had all the amenities.

All I had to do was buy an oil painting from the wardon's son every month to get what I wanted. Drank a lot of good wine from northern Baja. And ate way too much lobster. Came out in the best shape of my life.

Lost an airplane on that deal though.

It wasn't the real deal, it was the deal dough. I an sure thats the same deal most orange county wives get.

I had the paintings sent to my chicks mother's house and when they released me and I got back, after turning that spinner inside out for a week Bubbly little long legged Norwigean chick with very tight accomodations (that could have been my fault(and giving her mom some too - way claasy bitch with an eye for the kinky and she was more my age)we stopped by her mom's place and she said, "Jack, I have all those paintings you sent. Do you want them? I said "Hell no!"

Next time I pulled my horse into the drive way (that's a Ferrarri for you numb skulls out there)the garage door opens and her kid brother has all the %#@!! paintings hung up in their masive garage.

I parked at the curb after that, and I hated leaving my horse on the street.


Hey, Robbie, live a little.

Toodless, Jackster

Jack, "quire" is correctly spelled as "choir."

Since you use the word a lot, I'd thought you'd like to know.

Jack V,

I hate to be found guilty of encouraging your ramblings--but you're actually very funny. I propose an archive of all your greatest one-liners and smart-ass comments. In all seriousness, you should do stand-up or write a book.

"Choir"?? I thought he was talking about sheets of paper. Are you trying to confuse me Sr. Cartmell?

I don't think sheets of paper can speak. There may be more than one way to spell choir though.

There is no spoon.

Kung Foo San Soo SUCKS!

So which Jack is it?

Spiritual Jack?

Intellectual Jack?

Kungfu Jack?

Bad ass Jack?

Womanizer Jack?

Ex-con Jack?

Family Jack?

I mean who is this guy? Is he for real? One moment he sounds like a chinese monk, the next like a gangster. The part that is really strange is sometimes he makes a lot of sense. I go with Davey's advice. Write a book and leave the choir alone.

It is probalyy all bulshit anyways, although it is entertaining!

Which Jack? Maybe all of those "Jacks". He did say he was a Jack of all trades. Interesting? You bet, if you can understand what he means. I would be very surprised if that is his real name. Tim, any idea of his identity? I don't need to know, I was only wondering if you do? Anyway, I enjoy reading his posts, not as silly as most of the other "quire" (that was for you Tim). Hope all you Gentlemen have a Merry Christmas!

I've never had the pleasure.

I think Jack studied San Soo with Jimmy quite a while before my time there.

Disclaimer: Caution this contains discernable Black Belt Knowledge, Not intended for the use of or recognizable to beginners, those of closed mind or just plain imbeciles.


Well, well well....

Which Jack huh?

I’m the Jack right there in your mirror frame.

Yes, I am a reflection of you.

The Jack from Christmas past.

Jack is in the givin mood right now, but this morning was a bit different.

It seems that Jack’s dung level was about up to his eyes and couldn’t take no more - was kinda feelin ornery and bombastic.

Almost cunt-kicked some bitch in line at the coffee shop.

Why? - just cuz.

So I returned to the pad and examined my predicament.

Incased in my own confusion – off track. Yeah, I had forgotten to vision. You go off course without vision. It is as essential to life off the mat as on the mat.

And Big Bald Betty I don’t mean your boy toy, Matt. Pick the lice out of your teeth would ya, its botherin me.

Vision is an instrumental part of Fu. You develop it on the floor by “knowing” you will prevail and you enter into it through awareness.

Vision does not entail working through a movie about how the job is going to go down.

It is a formation of the results. A declaration of destination.

Then you let the path unfold.

You would never predetermine a technique if you know how to use vision.

It starts with awareness - through feeling - all that is - exactly as it is.

Without any denial. No inner voice. Pure being without internal noise or chatter. Clarity is essential to awareness, which leads to acceptance.

Acceptance is a key component of vision. As said before you must accept all that is. This shuts down the monkey in your mind. Gags the little sucker. Kinda like what Id like to have done to the wanabe physcho babble boy and his thesis on Martial arts psychology. Bet he’s back lookin in the mirror right now and cursin me….. Back on course Jackie.

This is part of the art of transformation which all kung fu men use (and even you martial artist types, although you probably do not know it.). You can buty the book if you want to know more. Just send me a self addressed envelope with a money order for $50 to:
Santa Fuckin Claus
Somewhere North of Here
007

Transformation is the zenith of kung fu. It is reversal. Counter. Spinning in and out of neutral. The gas pedal and break of results. The steering wheel of destiny.

Yours and others.

Same awareness you use in the morning to enter the moment and appreciate what you want to come your way. To vision your future. To magnetize your self. To attract what you want, and of course, what you get is what you appreciate. Did not appreciate that “lady” in line – that’s what I get for not setting my internal magnetism.

That’s why you’re getting more of the Jackster, cause some of you out there, in those quite moments late at night, know the Jackster’s got somthin to say, and it’s somthin important. Not just wisecrack peanut gallery stuff… yeah you know.

Anyways the deal is you have to vision in the morning and vision in the night and vision in the mid day too. Just like keeping a little song in your heart. Aint I cute? Take a moment to vomit and let’s move on.

Two parts of visioning.

One is like when you are attacking. You see yourself victorious.

The other is like when you are practicing; you focus on what you want to add to your repertoire. Your “arsenal” for the non-French speakers. I like frog legs especially those skinny ones with fur that giggle senselessly.

And the other part of Vision is like now. The learning aspect. You people are learning vision. When you are jackin with your technique you are in the practice mode. When it all comes down for real, you are in the performance level.

That’s on the mat and street stuff. Motion related.

Now emotion related wise, like your ole Uncie Jack wantin to cunt kick that…

Well when you vision, you set you internal force, your unconsciousness (hate that term), let’s try body knowledge or spinal consciousness, to work for you.

However, it takes a while to set the mind of the heart, which is what controls the body. That’s why Jimmy would say you never listen to music when working out; you want to hear your own internal bass and drums (heart and lungs – blood pressure and breath).

Back on course.

Like in fu, it is a blend of mind consciousness and spinal consciousness. When you vision, you insert what you appreciate into a moment of intense feeling. Bang, it comes your way.

You gotta practice feeling though.

If you request more, Seafood Jack can clue you in about deliberate feeling, which produces internal clarity, calming the sandstorm of emotion - so one can remain unaffected by the opposition.

Important stuff, but only to be grasped by the highly skilled, you know, like Black belt knowledge. You can talk black belt stuff to green belts all day and it won’t do them a bit of good cuase they can’t use it!

But give that same info to the highly skilled and it like adding nitro to a dragster.

I remember the days when OC had a drag strip and orange trees and we would drive our 64 T bird convertible down the 5 in late summer night. You’d stand up and it was like turbo charged orange blossom.

Anyways, just like them nights, you feel your vision. A combination of mind and body knowledge dialed in to attracting, magnetizing, bring your desired results to you. Just like how I bring the opposition to me, Void them right into my center and spit em out, transform their asses. More upon request

seya,

Seafood Jack

Oh yeah Koojo.

Do you still think you are in the toilet stall of the local Arco station. Marshall that dribble would ya. What are you doin? Vandalizing Tim's discussion board.

Don't forget to flush... yourself.

Hey old man wanna be Zen master, who knows all and has to use a stickin forum to feel good about himself...(pathetic, but entertaining)

"And Big Bald Betty I don’t mean your boy toy, Matt. Pick the lice out of your teeth would ya, its botherin me."

Is that all you got for me Jackie??? For a person that writes like Karl Marx (meaning volumes without saying much honey...)
I'm a little disappointed.

However, I like it when you are the big burley tough, rich, living life the only real way and putting down anyone who isn't a little school girl ruffian like you...

Keep up the good work princess.

The illustrious Betty Boo...

Ok Jack, How about deliberate feeling? Thanks for your response. Please pay no attention to betty boo, AKA B#2, or koojo the hoto. You should have kicked her.

I like San Soo. For the serious martial artist it's as brutal and savage as any art. There is alot of variety. There are judo, karate, kung fu, aikido, chinna, dim mak moves. Mixed martial arts are alot of fun because when someone throws a punch, you can clobber them with karate, bend them into a pretzel, smash them into the ground, then kick them in the head. Anyway, I like San Soo.

Yeah Bets-er,

I knew that would be over you emotional, intellectual and martial pay grade, but an insect eater like you has got nothin to say, except critisim. You don't know turd about dung. What do you have, a bad case of Jack envy?

Talkin about pathetic. You don't even rank as a loser, you are a wanabe loser spoting nothing but verbal infections.

Keep up the lame posts though; you are probably a closet thinker masturbating in jealousy.

I am here for the Holidays so got nothin to do but enjoy the great surf and indulge in Italian food and other euro-trash restaurants. I'll be at the outside bar in Las Brisas tomorrow afternoon drinking tequila and beer, scarfing oysters on the half shell, maybe a couple of O shooters too, because I’m having a get together at the Emerald Bay pad for Xmas eve.

Look for the white Hog with old leather saddle bags, chopped with ape hangers. I'm the old dude with the the 25 year old Cuban chick. She's got super curly black hair, green eyes about 5' 7'' a heart shaped ass and golden brown long leggs. You'll see her before you see me.

I'll be wearing a Lucky brand shirt that says "Lucky 13" a bronze Buddha that I got in Thailand about 15 years ago around my neck and a gold chain with a antique gold I-Ching coin and some jail house tats on my neck. I'm about 6'1'' 215, salt and pepper hair, Dulce Gabbanna glass lens shades and diamond rings on five fingers. About 20K's worth. All VS grade G-f color or better.

There will be a group of us puttin tommorrow so come on down and I'll buy. If you got the huevos de tortugons.

You want deliberate feeling huh?

Pan, tell me about what you study? What you've read. Are you ready for deliberate feeling? Let's see.

Jack,

I may drop by, could you be a little more specific on what you look like?