Seven days left.

A week to go to be a part something that will move you straight to tears. Seven days left to help JENS PULVER | DRIVEN hit the high road to get its message across to a much wider audience than ever before.

DRIVEN is a film the critics have been hailing as “engaging cinema of the highest order.”

If this is the first time you’re hearing about JENS PULVER | DRIVEN, I’m of course talking about the documentary’s Open Source Film Tour. Here’s how it works…for a significant pledge amount over at the film’s Kickstarter page, you receive a 1-time license to hold a single public (Blu-ray) DVD screening of JENS PULVER | DRIVEN — an event where you get to the keep ALL the proceeds.

Say what? Charge $20 a ticket, convince 100 of your best MMA or gym or wrestling students to attend the event, and that’s a cool $2,000 in your pocket, less your screening pledge amount.

The higher your pledge, the more rewards you receive, not the least of which is your chance to host co-writer-director Gregory Bayne and 3-time UFC (MMA) champion Jens Pulver at your event for the post-screening Q&A and ample chances to snap photos and snag autographs.

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I presently reside in the sort of lonely burg where the simple gesture of “striking” someone’s pant hem with an object as invasive and cumbersome as a hummingbird’s feather is enough to elicit a humble “sorry, sorry…”

Yep, all this goes down at the drop of a mug of Tim Horton’s famous all-day brew.

But, cripes, is all of this really necessary? Aren’t we taking all this a bit too far? Read the rest of this entry »

Here’s the reason why you you deserve to win: because you roll out of bed and because you get up on time.

Because you shake off the night’s cobwebs and drag your ass into the bathroom to do your ablutions.

Because you pray and have an attitude of gratitude.

Because you don’t skip the gym.

Because you leap into your day with power.

You deserve to win because you maintain this level of behavior every single day. You deserve to conquer because you don’t compromise on this basic commitment to yourself. You don’t forfeit those basic vows that no matter how effing dank, dark, or downright dismal things occasionally get, you’ll be doing the same thing no matter what the fricking score.

You’re going to absorb all of the hard knocks. You’re going to wobble into the gym most mornings — half off your equiliibrium — and dutifully raise yank yourself up to that horizontal bar and grunt, will, and hoist your heavy self up. up, up there, tearing those muscles into submission. Inhaling the health into your body with each and every rep.

You deserve to win because you cue up that stereo after this while sitting your ass down to crank through the list of goals you drafted the evening before — your Top Five Must-Dos — and you religiously plow through that list until the evening light. You don’t cease until you’re done. Rest refuses to come until you stroke off that final item on your list, and only then you seek rest merely to regain your strength for the next go.

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A damn cryin’ shame.

We’re becoming another one of those “head down” cultures.

Jaggers, seems as though you can’t go anywhere in any North American urban setting without slamming into at least a dozen people with their faces buried in their keypads, tapping away all manner of ephemera in the middle of the day. Engrossed — not merely involved — but totally riveted by their mobile existences. Man, this sucks.

I amble the streets of my native burg, Toronto, and try to recollect what it was like walking these very lanes fifteen years ago. As memory serves, there were few to no cellphones then. When you did in fact brandish one in a public setting, you were almost embarrassed to whip it out — and these weren’t the funky flip variety yet. Ashamed that people would witness your decadence, you slinked along in the shadows and took your calls in forlorn city corners where no one could witness your profligacy. Users were looked upon as luxuriant conservative, right-learning types who were so trendy it hurt you to just look at them. I remember the gawking stares and criticisms I used to receive as I’d walk and talk on main streets — mad texting in the process while not missing a beat as I crossed the intersection. I, too, had the mad skills to do two things simultaneously.

Fast forward to the second decade of the 21st-century… Read the rest of this entry »

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