Like golf, kyūdō is supposed to be a little humbling. Part of this Japanese martial art is to provide the archer with opportunities to observe and reflect on his emotional reaction to stress, adversity, frustration, and failure.

I really don’t think it’s supposed to be this hard, tho.

But before I talk about what’s going wrong, let’s talk about what’s gone well: buying things!

Ornoth practicing kyudo at full draw

Soon after restarting my lapsed kyūdō practice in a new lineage, I purchased a basic kyūdō uniform: a dogi, kaku obi, hakama, and tabi (i.e. shirt, belt, pleated skirt-pants, and footwear). Plus my first yugake (shooting glove), custom-sized for my hand and specially crafted in Japan.

Last year I added the essential equipment. I ordered four semi-fletched arrows from respected kyūdō teacher Dan DeProspero in North Carolina for close-range indoor use with a makiwara target. Then I gained a beautiful set of six fletched arrows for long-distance shooting, which my buddies picked up for me while they were attending a workshop at Blackwell-sensei’s dojo in South Carolina. And I topped it off with a new, extra-long (yon-sun), 12kg draw weight Jikishin II composite bow in a group order from Japan’s Sambu Kyuguten.

I definitely look the part. So what’s the problem? Literally everything else!

But taking aim at the main problem: I can’t release an arrow properly. Sometimes the arrow launches feebly and bounces off the practice target. Other times it flies thru the air sideways and clangs off the target. Sometimes the string tries to rotate around the bow so violently that the bow “flips” and inverts itself, requiring a manual reset. I’ve even broken the string on one bow. And every misfire produces eye-wateringly painful abrasions and bruising on my left thumb or wrist.

This kinda thing happens to archers from time to time. With a normal problem, you would diagnose what you’re doing wrong, correct it, and move on with your practice; but it’s been more than 18 months, and I’ve tried so many things, with no success in fixing my release. In the past six months, I’ve made just 23 successful shots, against 31 misfires of various kinds. And I sat out three entire practice sessions purely out of fear of shooting. I’ve even had actual nightmares about kyūdō.

These days, I panic before every shot, anticipating the painful abrasions and bruising that accompanies yet another humiliating misfire. Obviously, my “release anxiety” isn’t helping matters at all.

Another frustration is the number of plausible fixes I’ve tried. At first I thought that the glove on my right hand wasn’t holding the string securely, causing it to slip free unexpectedly, with my other fingers impeding its release. When fixing that didn’t solve my problems, I started looking at my left wrist, which is weak and thus has a tendency to buckle inward or outward at full draw. Then we tweaked my grip on the bow, even swapping in a larger grip, because my fingers are considerably longer than those of the average Japanese archer. I tried rotating my right arm vertically on release rather than horizontally, in case that motion was interfering with my release. I tried changed where the arrow was positioned against my glove and putting less torque on my right hand, thinking my glove might be nudging the arrow out of nock. I’ve perpetually been advised to loosen my grip on the bow, but that’s something I’m pretty cognizant of, and doesn’t seem to be the main problem. Because I’ve been afraid of doing a full draw for so long, I tried altering my stance to force myself to fully extended my left arm, in case that was influencing the flight of the arrow. And most recently, I’ve tried focusing my grip on the bow with my middle finger. Out of all these things I’ve tried, nothing has worked.

A complicating factor is that our club doesn’t have an actual experienced teacher among us. Our most senior member is still pretty junior, only recently graduating from Second Dan. So although I get a ton of well-intentioned advice from other members, it’s mostly amateur guesswork and is sometimes contradictory. So many different suggestions have been piled on simultaneously that I can’t adequately test whether any of them are working. Especially when we are only able to shoot three or four arrows per weekly session!

As I said above, part of being a kyūdōka is learning how to manifest stoic strength, showing neither elation nor disappointment in one’s performance. So I’ve been exceptionally patient, never showing any overt emotional response. Meanwhile, I’ve helped new practitioners, who began with considerably less skill and self-awareness, advance far beyond me in skill. Although I really don’t care about rank at all, after nearly two years of incompetent struggle, I’m not improving, and I’ve finally exhausted my willingness to suffer in silent solitude.

A normal kyudoka would long ago have called on the experience of their teacher. For better or worse, our Austin group falls under the auspices of a Seventh Dan teacher who lives in South Carolina and runs his own group there. He never comes to Austin, and we can only travel to see him once or twice a year, when he holds kyūdō seminars that are well-attended and open to the public. At those seminars, he prefers to work with his advanced students, and I don’t want to show up on his doorstep asking for him to solve some aging stranger’s beginner struggles. Ideally, I’d get my problems cleared up and develop some basic competence before working with him. But until that happens, I’d be too ashamed to show up with such fundamental problems, and it would be a pointless waste of a trip if I was unable to participate in shooting.

While I expect my struggles to continue, there are two potential options for possibly getting help.

Our sensei has mentioned the possibility of hosting a weekend seminar specifically for our Austin group. This could be a way for me to meet him and get some personal instruction without taking his precious time away from his favored students. The challenge would be getting a critical number of students to schedule travel together to South Carolina to make it worth sensei’s time. And meanwhile, I’ve got an upcoming surgery that’ll prevent me from flying for six months.

Another possibility might be sending video clips to him for his critique. This has the advantage of being easier to make happen, but it would limit how much sensei can see, as well as how quickly I could test out his suggestions and get rounds of feedback. Plus it would still be an imposition, and he’s known for being terse and a poor correspondent.

At any rate, I’ll be taking the month of March off from kyūdō following my upcoming surgery. I have no idea whether that downtime will be a useful reset for my technique or an opportunity for me to atrophy and fall even further out of practice.

This is all an immense challenge to the air of competence and Buddhist stoicism I usually try to exemplify. Despite my obvious struggles over the past year and a half, I successfully remained nonchalant and kept my frustration on a low simmer. But at this point the pressure has built up and reached an explosive level where it has to come out. It’s been a very long time since anything has frustrated and humiliated me so thoroughly as kyūdō.

After two years of continuous struggle, it would be illogical to think anything is likely to change. So there’s no way to end this post optimistically. Just venting, while documenting my lengthy, painful, and ongoing struggle.

It’s been a year, so let’s debrief about my experience as a drone aircraft owner/operator.

I’m not terribly good at spatial orientation in three dimensions, so I bought a cheap $50 quadcopter, mostly to see whether I could develop the skills to become a competent remote operator before dropping real money on a quality drone. The craft—a Syma x5c—had a low-quality video camera, but no live video feed or stabilization or other advanced features. And it was light enough to elude most FAA regulation.

Syma quadcopter

Syma quadcopter

Over the winter I flew it around our apartment in an effort to learn fine control, but of course that was pretty limited in terms of the flying I could do. I did get the cat’s attention, tho.

Meanwhile, I educated myself on the existing regulations for drone pilots. What I learned is that you are not legally allowed to fly a drone, period.

That might be overstating the case, but just barely. You cannot fly one within five miles of any airport or hospital. You cannot fly over any public property, including schools, parks, ballfields, streets, cemeteries, etc. You can’t fly over other people, nor on private property without the owner’s permission.

After thinking it through, I think there’s only two places you might be allowed to fly.

I haven’t seen anything prohibiting operating directly over an unregulated body of water like a large lake or river. Of course, that’s not the best place for an unskilled pilot to operate an electronic device with limited radio controller range and a very short battery life… Bloop!

Or theoretically you could operate on private property that’s more than five miles away from any airport or hospital, with the owner’s expressed permission. Which is a resource I don’t really have any access to.

So, basically, I haven’t used my quad outside at all.

No, I did take it outside just once and flew around the tiny cement driveway between our apartment house and the next. That sucked, because the quad’s light weight meant it drifted about in the wind, which increased the danger of crashing into one of the buildings (larger drones are much more stable in the wind). And I was probably still violating some law about flying too close to people’s windows.

There are UAV clubs that rent flying space for group events, but they expect dues, and are for enthusiasts with expensive professional or racing rigs costing hundreds if not thousands of dollars; they’re not accommodating of newbies just learning to fly with cheap, off the shelf toy-store equipment.

So my big aerial adventure was an unmitigated failure. I guess that explains why you never see drones around, even though their prices have come down to the point where anyone could afford one.

It feels a lot like getting a shiny new bike for Xmas as a kid, but having to store it in the attic until all the snow melted and you could ride. Except in this case there’s no summer to look forward to, because recreational drone use will never be allowed to get off the ground.

Begemot the cat found a packing peanut and kinda went to town on it. Fun, but we don’t want him injesting chunks of polystyrene. So I looked online to see if we could obtain any packing material that was kitteh-safe.

However, when I entered “edible packing material” into Amazon’s search bar, the results weren’t *quite* what I had envisioned.

Here are the sixteen “matches” from the first results page:

Top result? Silica gel. Silica gel? Doesn't that shit have "DO NOT INGEST!" printed all over it?
Saran Wrap. Well, I guess you could use it as packing material, but it sure ain't edible!
Wait... Decorative muffin tins? How? What? Huh?
A leather messenger bag. That's not packing material...
Apples! Well, a photo of apples, anyways. On a mousepad. Didn't those go the way of rotary phones?
A cold pack. Again, isn't that expressly marked "DO NOT INGEST!"?
Oh! Another leather messenger bag. Still not packing material, tho.
Dollar bill paper tissues? What the fuck?
Oh. An ice cream cone maker! Just what I was looking for! Now how much would you pay? But wait! There's more...
A V-thong. Are those edible?
I always protect my fragile items by packing them inside this virtual Wedding Dessert Chef Android app.
Nasturtium seeds! Just what I would use to protect my laptop from damage.
Kung Fu Panda cake topper! I guess Dreamworks must be pretty hard up for cash if they're selling these as packing material...
I had to look this one up. It's an exfoliating scrubber sponge. Might actually pass for expensive packing material. Don't think Begemot would be very interested, tho.
An airbrush! Oh fuck it, I can't even. These search results are stupider and funnier than any caption I can make up.
Somewhere, a woefully self-important online marketer staked his career on making sure that "Gucosamine for Dogs" appeared on page one of these search results.

Funny how someone can get through consulting craft class, and still give a website walk-thru to a client CEO with “strippers Boston” sitting prominently as left over input in his browser’s Google search toolbar.

Actual screen shot from Adobe Camera Raw Update.

Hey, Adobe, way to reinforce your brand identity. This is the logical result when you offshore your development to LOLcats.

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