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Unfiltered Reflections on the death of Michael Jackson(1958-2009)

There is a good reason why, beyond the initial shock of the first breaking news or the existential frisson of a great spirit passing into the great beyond, the death of Michael Jackson was not shocking .  People who had been in touch with the particulars of Michael Jackson’s life, had seen this coming for quite some time; from Michael himself, through Lisa Marie Presley and the nurse who had despaired of the Jackson’s desperate pleas  for an anesthetic drug so potent that it is only used in controlled hospital settings.  And yes,  like  Elvis of old, the  Michael Jackson the world had come to know and love, had  “died” long before his heart gave out on June 25, 2009.  Nothing in life happens without telegraphing itself in some way, shape or form. The imagery of the pop star’s last days had never portended anything but sickness and frailty.  Beyond that garish imagery lay a private hell so dark & deep (like a black hole) that nothing could escape it.

(Read Lisa Marie Presley’s candid comments on her Myspace Blog or in the CNN article, “Presley: Jackson knew his fate.”)

Michael Jackson 1958 - 2009

Michael Jackson 1958 – 2009

If you are an inverterate skeptic, consider this for a quick minute: Secondary references to “Michael’s body” after initial news of his death broke,  came with almost zero shock value. This was quite astounding and a telling giveaway of the idiosyncrasy or anomaly at the heart of Michael Jackson’s life in its post Thriller incarnation.  Normally there is shock when a person’s living memory is first redacted to a body by reference. This was not the case in Michael Jackson’s case. It’s almost as if in his post Thriller period, Michael had bifurcated and split from his physical body;  the same body that had, through the years, been subjected to  mind-warping mutations & transformations even as the world watched. So in the public mind, the body had been shed and redacted to a prop on a stage or a mimetic character out of the imagination of a Marcel Marceau.

Marcel Marceau: Mime for the Ages - The Master from whom Michael Jackson learned to moonwalk.

Mime of the Ages, Marcel Marceau: The Master from whom Michael Jackson learned the legendary moonwalk.

The corporeal had unceremoniously been split from the incorporeal.

Confronting Michael’s memories in unmoderated extremis: Michael Jackson was headed for uncontested sainthood until the child molestation charges that landed him in a Los Angeles courtroom. The acquittal did nothing to clear his name in the courts of public opinion, nor did the interviews that painted him either as  a conniving mofo or someone who was criminally naive about how adults should behave around children. Sharing a bed with children that were not his own was never O.K. And his appropriation of phrases that could be interpreted as euphemisms of pedophilia, never helped Michael’s case. (Check out transcripts of his interview with Martin Bashir. Caveat: Martin Bashir is a certifiable maggot, but what Michael Jackson disclosed in those interviews did more to damage his public case and persona than Bashir’s oily sleaze.)

The Burden of Genius: The death of Michael Jackson has catapulted the world straight back into the  mercurial world he created; a world that had been sidelined by  more current forms and styles of entertainment that had subsumed or appropriated his seminal genius. Without hype this was a world of pure genius from the pristine warbling of a precocious teen in “I’ll be there” to the disco stylings “Rock With You” or pop-rock aspirations of “Black or White“, Michael Jackson had distinguished himself as a “savant-garde” interpreter whose instincts rarely failed him.

Underneath the glitz and glamour: The burden of genius.

Underneath the glitz: The burden of genius.

He was an entertainer with a capital “E”. But that all came at an enormous cost.  Historically, this syndrome has gone by many names, from Faustian bargain to divine madness. Michael Jackson’s creativity knew no bounds, extending as it did from his music through his image making factory (the white glove, the white glove!) and down to his own body. By the time it got to the latter,  it was displaying darker shades of dysmorphia laced with race-inflected disaffection. To be fair, this is nothing new on  the Americo-Caribbean landscape with the only exception in Michael Jackson’s case being that it played itself out on a stage larger than the entire hemisphere combined. The bottom-line reality was that while Michael was crooning “If you’d be my babe it don’t matter if you black or white” while slowly transforming his actual physical appearance from a bulb-nosed black dude to a white woman of  his latter day incarnation. Michael’s reluctance to come clean on this and the apparent bleaching of his skin will stand as one of the ways he refused to address an issue of immense public relevance.

Newsweek’s David Gates has an interesting take on this:

No wonder, either, that the artifice eventually turned scary, and the face of the icon came to look more and more corpselike. Readers of Toni Morrison’s latest novel, A Mercy, might recall the passage in which an African woman tells about her first sight of white slavers: “There we see men we believe are ill or dead. We soon learn they are neither. Their skin is confusing.” That’s the middle-aged Michael Jackson to a T. Jackson arguably looked his “blackest” on the original cover of 1979’s Off the Wall; by Thriller, the transformation had begun. Off the Wall was his declaration of manhood: it came out the year he turned 21, and it was his greatest purely musical moment. Why did he feel so deeply uncomfortable with himself? The hopeless task of sculpting and bleaching yourself into a simulacrum of a white man suggests a profound loathing of blackness. If Michael Jackson couldn’t be denounced as a race traitor, who could? Somehow, though, black America overlooked it, and continued to buy his records, perhaps because some African-Americans, with their hair relaxers and skin-lightening creams, understood why Jackson was remaking him-self, even if they couldn’t condone it. (Michael Jackson: The Man in the Mirror – David Gates with Raina Kelley – July 13, 2009)

To be continued …..

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Appendix: Lisa Marie Presley – (Michael Jackson) Knew

As I sit here overwhelmed with sadness, reflection and confusion at what was my biggest failure to date, watching on the news almost play by play The exact Scenario I saw happen on August 16th, 1977 happening again right now with Michael (A sight I never wanted to see again) just as he predicted, I am truly, truly gutted.

Any ill experience or words I have felt towards him in the past has just died inside of me along with him.

He was an amazing person and I am lucky to have gotten as close to him as I did and to have had the many experiences and years that we had together.

I desperately hope that he can be relieved from his pain, pressure and turmoil now.

He deserves to be free from all of that and I hope he is in a better place or will be.

I also hope that anyone else who feels they have failed to help him can be set free because he hopefully finally is.

The World is in shock but somehow he knew exactly how his fate would be played out some day more than anyone else knew, and he was right. (Lisa Marie Presley  – Myspace)

An Archival Gem: Jimi Hendrix’s Red House, Live in Stockholm, January 9, 1969

Hendri with Custom 1967 Gibson Les Paul SG Guitar

Jimi Hendrix coaxing blues magic out of his 3-Pickup Gibson Custom Les Paul SG 1967. But if truth be told, Hendrix was Fender-esque to his psychedelic core.


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An Archival Gem: Jimi Hendrix’s Red House, Live in Stockholm, January 9, 1969

This is not a performance, but a clinic in classic blues done  in psychedelic slow-mo. Boys should not try this at home.

From the first few lines Jimi Hendrix, cool as a cucumber ‘neath an stalactite, hews to a  vibe that is as retro as it is iconoclastic; inspired as it is by  his sheer mastery of blues form. Side Theater: Hendrix’s patented stage chill is on full display here, part effortless cool, part machismo clandestino, but all Hendrix drop by painstaking drop.

This should be required r̶e̶a̶d̶i̶n̶g̶  listening for all poseurs who aspire to blues form, from jump blues hacks to Malmsteen-esque shredders.  Hendrix the master of psychedelic rock comes back from the jagged edge of exploration to redefine the genre that fed his muses the way underground rivers feed bubbling springs.

This is not blues as Olympic showboating, but blues as an organic form informed by the original instrument; the human voice.  Hendrix  showcases the inventive minimalism of a master at the top of his game by breaking down blues to their elemental memes.  The result is as heady as an upper laced with a downer.  “I want to cry” is the most common refrain of  Youtubers who hear it.  “Thank you for posting this,”  say the fans stunned by Hendrix’s  blank-yo-momma  “swagga.”

One of the first things you notice is that there is no frenzy here.  Flop-house pyros need not apply.   Fretboard fireworks, which Hendrix was perfectly capable of at this stage in his career,  took a distant back seat to deliberate story telling.  Hendrix’s  singing voice is sure and his fretboard noodling more nuanced than anything you will ever hear on film.

The meter and rhyme of Hendrix’s playing, languid phrases that belie the maliciousness of his intent, are evident from the very first bar.  These are not blues for dilletantes or shaggy-haired poseurs.  No, these are blues for grown mens and wimmins, and enchanted boys with old souls.  Hendrix’s noodlin’  hacks back to T-Bone Walker and B.B. King at the height their powers.  It prefigures the advent of soul as a shibboleth of form for makers … and certainly not fakers.

The extended solo intro hacks back to  B.B. King in “How Blue Can You Get,”  Live at the Cook County Jail (1971);  that unsung blues classic that stood the genre’s form on its head and still came out smokin’.  (The inventive virtuosity of the younger B.B. King still stuns the mind: The pentatonic runs that veer off into jazzy territory and the mildly driven tone that still sounds fresh and daring after all these years.  It is doubtful that B.B. King’s fretboard chops  ever surpassed the form he displayed here.)  But we digress …. heheheh.

The sound in this “Red House” clip shows why Jimi Hendrix ultimately chose Fenders over Gibsons.  While weight, and iconoclastic style may have figured into it the equation,  the first few lines of this song show why Hendrix’s voice was channeled more by Fenders, than by Gibsons. The first coupla lines on the Gibson SG neck pickup sound dead and uninspired,  Hendrix’s intent to start on a mellow vibe notwithstanding.  He soon switches to the bridge pickup and the “Burstbucker-esque” pep and effervescence begins to mimic the fender sound. The first hint of emotion ripples across Hendrix’s face at this very point. No incident or accident here; absolutely no incident or accident.

While the Fender vs Gibson debate will never die, this much we know: Some artists are Gibsonsesque(Warren Haynes et al) and others are Fenderesque. Hendrix was a Fenderesque to his psychedelic core.

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Jimi Hendrix’s Red House and Eric Johnson as muse for the shredder generation

Pulp Fiction It Is Not: The pretensions of Training Day

Ethan Hawke and Denzel Washington in Training Day.

Ethan Hawke and Denzel Washington in Training Day.

Training Day has all the adenoidal froth of say a Scarface, replete with a Reservoir Dogs denouement.  The  grimy realism is straight out of Colors sans the nuance.  It  stumbles because of its tendency to render characters  in cursory two dimensions which leave the protagonist, played by Ethan Hawke, as the only living and breathing creature in a world full of comic or comical vultures.  Fractured vignettes and over-wrought dramatics notwithstanding, Training Day is still worth watching for Denzel Washington’s  fleetingly virtuous performances.  Ultimately Washington falls short of evoking a believable character the way  Samuel Jackson did in Pulp Fiction. His downfall? Bombast untrammeled by the bounds of credulity. Washington strains at evoking a character that Jackson seems to reverberate from his distal diaphragm with the ease of a jungle cat.

Wanderlei Silva loses to Rich Franklin in UFC 99: Is it time to reassess his career?

Wanderlei Silva lost to Rich Franklin in a unanimous decision after three grueling rounds of almost non-stop punching and kicking (after the initial feeling out period.) Wanderlei who was playing to the crowd left fans sated with action that is rarely seen MMA. All good for the peanut gallery but what about Wanderlei? At 33 years and a career that seems to be peaking after about 13 years of unstinting punch-fests, someone needs to tap him on the shoulder for a serious man to man talk. At best, he needs to reasses his career. And at worst he needs to be thinking of a dignified exit a year or two from now. Talking of putting on a good show, as he did in the post fight interview, is kind of charming but it may be a disturbing sign of a fighter who has become averse to contemplating life after the octagon.

Franklin connects with Silva in a three round thriller of UFC 99 in Germany. (Hermann J. Knippertz / Associated Press)

Franklin connects with Silva in a three round thriller at UFC 99 in Germany. (Hermann J. Knippertz / Associated Press)

Do we know this for a fact? No, we don’t, but since we haven’t heard any talk  to that effect, it is a legitimate subject for internet chatter. If Wanderlei Silva is in indeed this situation, then he is not alone among sports legends of his generation, but hyper-physical sports  tend to be very unforgiving when it comes to contestants who miss their designated exits. Boxing and MMA perhaps epitomize this fact more than most. Any fighter who thinks he can pull the MMA equivalent of a B.B. King will either be maimed or taken out of the octagon on a coroner’s gurney.

Unless Wanderlei is hurting for money, which is  never a good thing for anyone, he has nothing to worry about. Hard-core MMA fans adore what he stands for and what he has brought to the sport. In terms of stature, he stands right up there with the O.G.s who made the sport what it is. His ass belongs in the Hall of Fame. Besides, he is probably in very good company when it comes to the dilemma of dignified exits.   Chuck Liddell is being compelled to mull over retirement after several losses in which he was knocked out cold.  Attending a UFC  Hall of Fame induction on one’s own two feet is way better than doing it in a wheelchair.

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Appendix: Does Wanderlei Silva look punch drunk or what in this interview?

Does Wanderlei Silva look punch drunk in this interview or what?

We sure hope not. We would like to put it down to partying hard the previous night or doing an interview without a morning cuppa Joe. The face looks kinda puffy …

Pound for pound Wanderlei is one of the most fearless stand-up fighters in the UFC. His ass belongs in the UFC hall of fame.  But that distinction, built on unrelenting aggression and a naked toe-to-toe style, comes at a cost with possible ramifications that have yet to be tabulated.  Here are Wanderlei’s numbers.  At about 33 years, he already has 32-9 -1  record with 3 fights in which he was knocked out outright and two fights in which he received 2 TKOS. While interesting, these numbers really hide some pernicious aspects of Wanderlei’s style. Unlike Machida, Wanderlei is a take-no-prisoner pugilist from The Fight Club‘s school of hard knocks. So what those numbers hide are the fights he had like UFC 79 in which he took unbelievable punishment from Chuck Liddell because he would not back down.  (Most of the Youtube videos of that fight have been taken down by Zuffa. If you can find one somewhere, all the more power to you.) The head blows Wanderlei  received in that fight would have felled a less ballsy fighter. At the end of the day he received more pummeling than he really should have, but that is Wanderlei for you. Nobody, but perhaps his doctors, knows what that pummeling did to him. This was on top of whatever damage he may have sustained cumulatively from some of his 29 prior fights. We never looked at Wanderlei the same after UFC 97.

That fight was instructive of what perhaps goes on inside the head of a no-blows-barred pugilist, especially in light of what Rashad Evans revealed in  a recent videotaped  interview following his loss to Lyoto Machida. He said that while he was being pummeled by Machida (in the second round just before his knockout) he thought Machida was hitting like a ….. (girl). Interpolation ours.  But that was just his adrenaline talking because he got knocked out in the  split second before he could complete the diss. In reality his perceptions had nothing to do with what was going on with his body and its neurological hardware (cumulative concussion.) That, exactly,  is the danger of taking too many punches to the head in the heat of battle. A fighter’s senses, addled by blasts of adrenaline, totally fail him when it comes to assessing the damage he is sustaining.

Say what you want about Machida’s aversion to being hit, he does have  a tenable method to his madness. Being hit,  especially in the head is no child’s play. Football players run the same gauntlet and a few of them do pay the piper later on in their lives. An excerpt about women wrestlers, who don’t receive nearly as many blows to their bodies, has some interesting medical findings.

It may be too early to say anything about Wanderlei, but we certainly hope for the best. Wanderlei is set to fight Rich Franklin in a UCF 99 non-title event in Berlin tomorrow. ( Pay Per View Showtimes (USA) : 10pm EST and 7pm PST.)

Meanwhile, the anatomy of  sudden impact in slow-mo:

Update: Wanderlei Silva loses to Rich Franklin in UFC 99: Is it time to reassess his career?

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Why UFC 104 with Machida vs Jackson would have eclipsed UFC 100

Enter The Dragon:The UFC coming of a Shotokan wunderkind named Lyoto Machida.

Enter The Dragon:The UFC coming of a Shotokan wunderkind named Lyoto Machida.

Until the Friday morning of June 5, 2009, the much anticipated Machida-Jackson matchup in UFC 104 had been sending out Jurassic Park tremors felt and seen even by little old ladies sipping tea in Bayou trailer parks.  The reason for the techtonic  “thump, thump, thump” heard around the world, had not been some Jurassic Park monster, but a Shotokan wunderkind named Lyoto “The Dragon” Machida. His showdown with Quinton Jackson for the UFC light heavyweight championship would have roiled the masses, and made Mir vs Lesnar look like an undercard of a three-month fight card …. if you get our drift.

This tantalizing scenario was a distinct possibility until that Friday morning  when the equally earth-shaking announcement was made that the much anticipated fight would not happen.  Reason? Well,  nobody really knows the real reason except Quinton Jackson and Dana White. The story that is being fed the masses is that it was Quinton Jackson who made the final decision to nix the Machida-Jackson title fight in favor of fighting the loser of UFC 98. In other words he was chosing to fight a dethroned gadabout, Rashad Evans instead of the man who had handed him his head in UFC 98  which would stand him a chance of winning back his light heavyweight belt. Makes sense? No?

Well, don’t try too hard because very little makes sense here.  The first problem has to do with Quinton Jackson himself  who is less than convincing when he tries to tell the world why he is choosing to fight a loser. Locker room humor is no substitute for telling the truth:

Money? Settling a personal score? Jackson sounds like he is dissembling here. The best he stands to win from this is a bit of  PPV chump change (if you buy his arguments)  but this would really be coming at the expense of whatever credibility he has had as a fighter and career strategist.  We believe Jackson when he says that he isn’t afraid of Machida but we also know that he knows he cannot beat Machida at this point in time – which could “splain” the business calculus that went into this.  So the fans who are suspicious of his motives when he bobs, ducks and weaves around the question of dodging Machida, are not as crazy as he would like the world to believe. Jackson’s attempt to pooh pooh the fans’ skepticism just pits his shaky credibility against thousands of fans.

Despite the power and mofo swagga, did Jackson blink when faced with the prospect of an almost certain defeat at the hands of Lyoto Machida?

Despite the power and mofo swagga, did Jackson blink when faced with the prospect of an almost certain defeat at the hands of Lyoto Machida?

The truth may very well be that Jackson is trying to extend his 15 minutes of fame here; The  same 15 minutes that would be eclipsed by a lopsided loss to Machida. Losses at certain junctures of a fighter’s life can create a tricky slippery slope. Just ask Chuck Liddell, or Wanderlei Silva for that matter. The damage can be perceptual, mental, financial or a deleterious combination of all of the three. Talking about which, watch Rashad Evans trying to dig himself out from the deep hole Machida left him in at UFC 98. Existing perceptions of him aside, Evans comes across in that video as a sympathetic, down to earth contender who is willing to shuck former octagon theatrics and eat crow where he deserves to eat crow; a situation which kind of takes the air out of Jackson’s contention that he is fighting Evans for “getting in his face” after his fight with Jardine.

Mauricio Rua will now take Jackson’s place in the Machida/Rua fight at UFC 104 in Los Angeles. This fight will just not pack as much of a media and emotional wallop as  Machida/Jackson fight would have. The argument that Jackson’s grudge against Rashad Evans took precedence over winning back his light heavy-weight title is just plain hooey. Rashad, especially after Machida, doesn’t even have the makings of a worthy arch rival. Forget about that staged confrontation following UFC 92. It was tripe and bad acting straight from the cheesiest Vince McMahon playbook.

Message in a bottle: We will probably never know what went on behind the scenes to bring about the delay of the Machida/Jackson fight, but it certainly wasn’t  good for MMA. While it may conceivably be good for the “green core” (read that dollars and cents), it certainly isn’t good for the “hard core” which is the spirit of MMA. This smacks too much of the decisions that brought about the inexplicable ascendance of Brock Lesnar to the top of the heavyweight division.  Such decisions breed skepticism and make fans step back the way some boxing fans stepped back from Don King and company when the management and promotional jinks just got funkier and funkier. What this means in practical terms  to  UFC 104  for example, is that some fans who may have shelled out $45 for Pay Per View or flown to Los Angeles for the actual Machida/Jackson fight will either settle for seeing it in a local sports bar or read about it on the internet.

What this also portends for the more perceptive fans is that the UFC is a phenomenon that should be enjoyed from a safe tactical distance; which in practical termsmeans is not falling for every piece of hype and tripe of UFC. This way, they get to keep their wits about them, not to mention their money.

The fact of the matter is that UFC does not really need this crazy baggage … or taint. We hope the Fertitta brothers are reading this and someone talks to Dana White about keeping things on the up and up.

By way of background to an increasingly convoluted story, Lyoto Machida is  the Shotokan specialist who punched out Rashad Evans in spectacular fashion at UFC 98 and set the MMA world a-flutter with talk of  a new “Machida Era.” Hype or triumph? Read up on the buzz and decide for your self. And just to clear some people’s wilful cobwebs, it was Dana White himself who averred that Jackson would be the first to take a shot at Machida’s title.  He accented to this  at the post-UFC 98 press conference:

To be fair, he did not say where or when the fight would happen, but he did mention that it would coincide with the first defence of Machida’s title,  which would make it UFC 104.  Now given that admission, it stretches credibility to a breaking point that the final word on the fight would be left to someone as external to the management loop as Quinton Jackson.

Jackson is to Machida what Rua will never be: No man is invincible, but Machida looks impressive right about now. His last two wins have established him as an uber technician who combines speed with power and accuracy in ways that are unprecedented in MMA. (Check out “The Machida Era Begins” by Richard Hubbard at Nokaut)

After his impressive win over Evans, his seventh  in the UFC, Machida is now set to face fellow compatriot Mauricio Rua whose aggressive stand-up is a clear foil to his counter-striking style.  While from a technical standpoint,  the fight has the potential of igniting jaw-dropping pyrotechnics, it just doesn’t pack the same wallop on an stylistic and iconographic level.  While the outcome of a Machida-Jackson fight was a foregone conclusion, it still made for a more intriguing fight than Machida vs Rua will ever be.  And the reason has to do with what Machida vs Jackson represented (The old vs the new with a tinge of the corn-fed vs the range-fed rivalry, if you get our drift.)

Jackson, a tough-as-nails Pride vet  who brings a Tysonesque frenzy to the octagon would have been a perfect foil to Machida; a martial artist whose will o’ wisp elusiveness is only matched by his blinding speed.  The two fighter’s physical stats are almost identical. However Machida’s  speed and south-paw/back leaning style would have created serious problems for Jackson. Very few fighters have figured out how to deal with Machida’s extended  “event horizon.” He creates it by a spring-loaded left foot that is always cocked on a hair trigger. The quick retraction of that foot upon devastating impact may be one of the secrets behind the Machida mojo. He retracts it to create tactical distance as well as regain balance in almost zero time. It is this very  foot that took the air out of  Evans before  Machida moved in  for the coup de grace.  (That short video clip will be studied for years to come.)

Jackson’s problem would not only have been his vulnerability to kicks ( four of his seven losses have been due to knees and kicks), but his lack of speed in and outside of the clinch zone. Jackson would have been a conventional fighter in a fight that would have been anything but conventional. His 30 fights would have been nothing but an open book for Machida to study and dissect before stepping into the ring to blow his head off. Jackson would have been a sitting duck short of bringing something  new to the octagon; a prospect which would have been as unlikely as his victory. Perhaps more than anything, Jackson’s bull-headedness would have stood to do him in quicker than Machida’s “fists of fury.”

MMA ground zero for UFC104: The Staples Center in Los Angeles will the focus of media attention in September 2009.

UFC104 at the Staples Center in September 2009 down-graded to a shootout between fellow Brazilians Machida and Rua. This fight card, while good, will not lead to the PPV Lolapalooza that Jackson vs Machida would have garnered.

UFC 104 with Machida vs Jackson would have clearly overshadowed UFC 100 by a long shot. Pay Per View would have gone through the roof because of people clamoring to see how the newest kid on the block was gonna put a Shotokan kibosh on one of MMA’s toughest muthas. The dojo vs the mean streets. Brilliant!

Frank Mir vs Brock Lesnar is gonna be big in its own right, but there is a relative limit to how big it can get because of what it represents; namely more of the same. Machida vs Jackson would have been different; the charge of the new light brigade versus the old …. and  all on a tab and timetable that would have pleased MMA fans to no end.  After the Brock Lesnar fandango, Dana White at least owed MMA fans that much.

The fair breeze blew,
The white foam flew,
The furrow followed free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
Samuel Coleridge Taylor
(Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner)

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Comparative Tale O’ Tape & Info: Source Wikipedia


Nickname The Dragon
Height 6 ft 1 in (1.85 m)
Weight 205 lb (93 kg)
Reach 74.0 in (188 cm)[1]
Nationality Japanese-Brazilian
Born May 30, 1978 (1978-05-30) (age 31)
Fighting out of Belém, Brazil
Town of birth Salvador, Brazil
Team/Association Black House
Primary fighting style Shotokan karate, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Sumo[2


Nickname Rampage
Height 6 ft 1 in (1.85 m)
Weight 205 lb (93 kg; 14.6 st)
Reach 75 in (190 cm)[1]
Nationality American
Born June 20, 1978 (1978-06-20) (age 30)
Fighting out of Irvine, California
Town of birth Memphis, Tennessee
Team/Association Wolfslair MMA Academy
Primary fighting style Boxing, Wrestling


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There Is Nothing Soft About Soft Drinks: Gratuitous tips for the weight-conscious gourmand

1. There is nothing soft, about so-called soft drinks; Nothing soft about their deleterious effects on the body electric or their disease causing chemicals.

2. Sugar is the poison masking other poisons (See point #3 below and watch Dr. Lustig’s documentary, Sugar: The Bitter Truth.)

3. Sugary beverages are the the fast food industry’s anti-freeze – the masque of choice for people who would use sugar to conceal poisonous schlock that the fast food industry peddles. The sugary Coke, Pepsi, Fanta, and the endless list of fizzy drinks, effectively mask the fatty schlock the fast food industry hawks under cover of sweetness, convenience and value. Try the seven dollar burger with a glass of ice-cold water. If it does not hold its own, dump it in the trash. This leads us to gourmand truism number one: Any food that cannot stand by itself without the ministrations of a sugary monstrosity isn’t worth your money. (Truisms of the Peripatetic Gourmand)

3. Our tragedy is that we have forgotten just how good water tastes, from ice-cold stylings of a refrigerated glass to the earthy intimations of water from an alpine lake. There are men who swear by water’s variegated splendors.  And yes,  the less we drink water, the more we forget of its unadorned splendors. Water tastes glorious to the schooled palate. And as invisible light is the foundation of all seeing, water is the nuanced foundation of all taste and taste sensation. It is to taste what a clear prism is to seeing.

When we forget the sensation of water, un-encumbered by the superficial additions of sugar and or salt, we shift the entire baseline of taste and blunt our perceptions of its permutations.

Gourmand truism number two: The more you drink water, the more you whet your appetite for it. Your perceptions of tastes are relatively sharpened. (Truisms of the Peripatetic Gourmand)

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Chili peppers Aids digestion Soothes sore throat Clears sinuses Combats Cancer Boosts immune system
Figs Promotes weight loss Helps stops strokes Lowers cholesterol Combats Cancer Controls blood pressure
Fish Protects your heart Boosts memory Protects your heart Combats Cancer Supports immune system
Flax Aids digestion Battles diabetes Protects your heart Improves mental health Boosts immune system
Garlic Lowers cholesterol Controls blood pressure Combats cancer kills bacteria Fights fungus
Grapefruit Protects against heart attacks Promotes Weight loss Helps stops strokes Combats Prostate Cancer Lowers cholesterol
Grapes saves eyesight Conquers kidney stones Combats cancer Enhances blood flow Protects your heart
Green tea Combats cancer Protects your heart Helps stops strokes Promotes Weight loss Kills bacteria
Honey Heals wounds Aids digestion Guards against ulcers In= creases energy Fights allergies
Lemons Combats cancer Protects your heart Controls blood pressure Smoothes skin Stops scurvy
Limes Combats cancer Protects your heart Controls blood pressure Smoothes skin Stops scurvy
Mangoes Combats cancer Boosts memory Regulates thyroid aids digestion Shields against Alzheimer’s
Mushrooms Controls blood pressure Lowers cholesterol Kills bacteria Combats cancer Strengthens bones
Oats Lowers cholesterol Combats cancer Battles diabetes prevents constipation Smoothes skin
Olive oil Protects your heart Promotes Weight loss Combats cancer Battles diabetes Smoothes skin
Onions Reduce risk of heart attack Combats cancer Kills bacteria Lowers cholesterol Fights fungus
Oranges Supports immune systems Combats cancer Protects your heart Straightens respiration
Peaches prevents constipation Combats cancer Helps stops strokes aids digestion Helps hemorrhoids
Peanuts Protects against heart disease Promotes Weight loss Combats Prostate Cancer Lowers cholesterol Aggravates
Pineapple Strengthens bones Relieves colds Aids digestion Dissolves warts Blocks diarrhea
Prunes Slows aging process prevents constipation boosts memory Lowers cholesterol Protects against heart disease
Rice Protects your heart Battles diabetes Conquers kidney stones Combats cancer Helps stops strokes
Strawberries Combats cancer Protects your heart boosts memory Calms stress
Sweet potatoes Saves your eyesight Lifts mood Combats cancer Strengthens bones
Tomatoes Protects prostate Combats cancer Lowers cholesterol Protects your heart
Walnuts Lowers cholesterol Combats cancer boosts memory Lifts mood Protects against heart disease
Water Promotes Weight loss Combats cancer Conquers kidney stones Smoothes skin
Watermelon Protects prostate Promotes Weight loss Lowers cholesterol Helps stops strokes Controls blood pressure
Wheat germ Combats  Colon Cancer prevents constipation Lowers cholesterol Helps stops strokes improves digestion
Wheat bran Combats  Colon Cancer prevents constipation Lowers cholesterol Helps stops strokes improves digestion
Yogurt Guards against ulcers Strengthens bones Lowers cholesterol Supports immune systems Aids digestion

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