Some pet-related vocabulary items:
- le toutou: Affectionate word for a dog.
- le minet: Affectionate word for a cat.
Some pet-related vocabulary items:
So, last night’s work-out was all about tai otoshi. It was as well-thought-out as any judo class I’ve ever attended, I think.
We started with working on tsugi ashi. Initially, we did the forward and backward (en arrière) movements of nage no kata. Then we worked on going in different directions–sidewards, diagonally, and even around in semi-circles, which mystified me somewhat. Next we worked on doing a little circle with our foot while moving…sideways? Forward? Not sure how to describe it. This mystified me even more.
From there, we moved on to tai otoshi. We started with the typical things–weight on the foot that you want to throw the guy over, etc. Then we moved on to timing–the senseis showed how it was much easier to throw your partner if he’s walking and you attack the rear foot, which I think is different from anything I’ve seen before. They’re right–it works well. Finally, we worked on what to do if the guy steps around it, and that’s where the mysterious semicircles came in–you use them to go with your partner’s sideways movement.
Finally, we moved on to countering tai otoshi. Here’s where the mystifying circle with your foot comes in–you use it esquiver (that mysterious word again–in this sense, to evade, the central meaning of the word) the throw and step around in front of your partner. Then we learned three counter-throws, depending on how well your partner is pushing with his lapel grip–slip in for o goshi if he doesn’t have a good push there, turn all the way in for seoi nage if he has a strong push (really nice–you totally use his push against him), and ko soto gake if you can’t get in at all.
As always, Zipf’s Law brought some new words my way last night:
Oh–the beautiful woman in her 50s showed up again, this time in civvies. Incredibly elegant–like a movie star. The old-fashioned kind, not the new kind. I’m smitten.
Me, to some coworkers in a noisy cafeteria (in French): “I’m sorry—I don’t speak French well, and I don’t hear well, either, because I’m old.”
My officemate Brigitte (in English): “We can speak English, but we can’t make you younger.”
I like it here.
French words from walking around my neighborhood, checking out the various businesses:
Words from doing the grocery shopping:
France is said to be the number 2 judo country in the world, after Japan. In the United States, with over 300 million people, there are perhaps 20,000 judo students. In contrast, in France, with 63 million people, there are 550,000 judo students.
Google Maps suggests that in my neighborhood alone, there are three judo clubs within walking distance. I picked one based on the fact that their web site said that they had practice tonight, and after purchasing a box of aspirin, headed out the door.
After getting permission to join the class, I headed onto the mat, shaking my head–nothing but big, strong, young colored belts (beginners). You really don’t want to practice with beginning judoka, especially young, strong ones–they know how to throw you, but they have zero control, and if you are going to get hurt doing judo, it’s with a beginner. Imagine my surprise when a stunningly beautiful blonde woman in maybe her 50s walks in during warm-ups. More on that later.
The work-out was interesting. To begin with, we spent a bunch of time working on tai sabaki (methods of moving your body). After working on this for awhile, the sensei and one of the black belts illustrated how to apply it–not with applications in randori (sparring), but with a set from kime-no-kata (an old judo kata that you usually wouldn’t learn until you’re a 4th or 5th degree black belt), showing defense against a knife. We rarely do kata in the US (unless we’re lucky enough to go to Sensei Barry’s incredible kata class), and we do self defense even less often. Only after that did they demonstrate applications in randori.
So, we finish warm-ups and start to pair off, and when no one else comes near me, the beautiful blonde woman in maybe her 50s walks over to me, and we work together for the rest of the evening until it’s time for randori. During randori one of the senseis works with me first, as he should–you have to make sure that visitors won’t hurt your students. I get my butt kicked, I go home happy, and of course dinner is a baguette, cheese, and a pinot noir.
Judo words of the day:
Unresolved linguistic issue of the day: is it bon uke, or bonne uke?
The distribution of words in language is Zipfian, meaning that if you order words by frequency and then plot the frequency against the rank, you get a logarithmic curve. What that means: any language is full of a small number of words that occur very frequently, and an enormous number of words that rarely occur. However, they do occur. What this means for the foreign language learner is that every stinking day, you will run across words that you haven’t seen before. Here are a few random words from today–also see today’s post on the vocabulary of cell phone rental.
French salespeople have a reputation in America for being quite rude. Looking at it from their point of view: they know their job. You’re on their territory. If you don’t know what you’re doing, you mess them up unnecessarily. Even bearing that in mind, my cell-phone-buying experience seems exceptionally painful.
Buying a cell phone works something like this:
My Verizon phone service sucks here, and would be quite expensive, even if it worked. I need a phone just to be able to find my way to work on the first day, so my first chore is to figure out how to buy or rent one. Like everything else, this requires a new vocabulary.
Even with your new-found vocabulary, getting phone service turns out to be an ordeal. See the next blog post.
My first surreal French moment: I’m getting off of the plane in Paris. In the row behind me, a little girl is happily conjugating a verb: “j’aurai, tu auras, il aura, nous aurons, vous aurez, ils auront.” That’s the futur simple of the highly irregular verb avoir, for those of you who weren’t paying attention in French class. Oh là là, says the mother (really). “I’m good at conjugating,” says the little girl, proudly.
I think I’m going to like this country.
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