Networking hahahahahaha
Nothing against building contacts. But really… I never gave a flying fuck on a rolling donut what my “peers” think about what I do. I never needed anyone’s approval besides my clients. We, in the early days, looked forward. We developed and could not care less what others did or not do or said or not say. I always felt it gave me total teaching freedom. No rent, never had to buy expensive equipement, never marketed (nothing wrong with it) and left my clients happy and empowered. That simple, all I cared about. What I teach now is different than what I taught in the past. It has evolved and will change in the future. So chase me to do what I’m doing and when you figure it out? I’ll be on something else.
I find it humorous when I see who wants to join a group and it says “member of 14 groups”. If you have enough time to keep up with 14 groups maybe you should train more. Really?
The group hug pictures are great memories, but so many of them are floating… who gives a shit anyway. Lots of people love the “I’ll take my picture with XXXX and people will think I’m a regular student or an instructor!” Good if they think you are that famous… flattering as fuck. Before you know it 80% of what they teach is your material and NO… you don’t see 80% of the money. Should we start harping like most of this trade do…. “He’s using my stuff!” At the rate the DVDS are flying, Richard should be happy. I’m not aware of what arrangements are in place, but I assume everyone gives his cut. Right? If not… well maybe you should re-check your premise. Anyhow I hate this part of the biz and Rich and Wes should not even have to ask.
The real Senshido is only taught in a class context, the only place where true experimentation can occur and concepts evolved. Certainly not over a keyboard. Speaking for some of us, we rather train than talk about it. That simple. The Germany experiment proved that.
Senshido class = degree in medecine
Semis = First aid class with CPR…. Keyboard = I watch ER once a week…. good comparaisons.
Drive forward and don’t look back. Eagles fly alone, pigeons congregate on a statue of someone in the past and shit all over each other
Ahhh the shit we do for approval
The Malevolent preacher