Had my first karate class yesterday at the local gym, a former YWCA. The teacher's a fellow named Darren DeMarco. Nice guy. Seems to know his stuff, but I've never had actual karate lessons before, so I couldn't say for sure. He gave me a sheet of information on the karate school he represents and his own qualifications. I left the sheet home this morning, but one thing sticks out in my memory. He's got a BA in Philosophy and Asian Studies...
Between him, a friend of mine who's an FBI field agent in Violent Crimes division, and Bruce Lee, we now have the answer to the question of a thousand nosy relatives looking to make themselves feel superior by denigrating students' choices as being impractical and unrelated to real-world concerns. "What do you
do with a philosophy degree, anyway?"
Apparently, you
kick ass.
In honour of this discovery, today's
pulp survival tip is a rerun: #176. People who wear what you consider pyjamas during daytime are probably either insane, comically separated from their luggage, or capable of ripping your arms out of their sockets with less effort than it takes you to sneeze. Treat them all with the respect you'd give category #3.