"There's nothing I like less than bad arguments for a view that I hold dear."
Daniel Dennett seems like an interesting fellow.
Daniel Dennett seems like an interesting fellow.
L's been gone for almost two months now. She's in Indiana, working her new job...
And I'm joining her next month. Just as soon as our old lease is up and I've wrapped up all the loose ends here.
But damn. Two months. I'm spending a lot more time on the internet, writing more songs, getting a shitload of work done in the shop. I'm even drawing comics again.
But damn.
And I'm joining her next month. Just as soon as our old lease is up and I've wrapped up all the loose ends here.
But damn. Two months. I'm spending a lot more time on the internet, writing more songs, getting a shitload of work done in the shop. I'm even drawing comics again.
But damn.
So...
I finally figured out what the hell PSFB stands for.
I'll be in the stupid room if you need me.
I finally figured out what the hell PSFB stands for.
I'll be in the stupid room if you need me.
So, m'lady and I went to an SCA event last weekend. I spent the whole week before sewing a dress for her. It was a sleepless week with many a night spent sewing into the wee hours. The morning of the event we were still sewing buttons down the front, but she looked so beautiful.
There was a tournament, and a grueling endurance-fest it was. First, for me, came two and a half hours of fighting nearly non-stop while she had tea with the baroness and the other consorts. They were being judged on grace, etiquette and courtesy. Next was the Arts and Sciences section -- She presented a prepared piece (a sonnet) and competed in a timed improvisational arts competition. That looked like fun: each consort was given a box of random stuff like clothespins and napkins and embroidery floss and told to make something in 45 minutes. M'lady made a very amusing puppet, I'm told, but I didn't get to see the final product because I was competing in the Performance division. My song was original, and not particularly authentic, but very rousing. I started with an audience of one and finished with twenty or so.
The whole thing wrapped up with a procession into court. This was basically a fashion pageant, and we were told to play it up with as much pomp and circumstance as possible. This was the main reason for the week I spent sewing her dress. When the time came I was completely burned out and exhausted, but once again she came to my rescue. Working almost completely at the last minute, she got drummers and belly dancers, topless men, children blowing bubbles and pretty girls twirling ribbons, a trumpeter, a herald to announce us and a Guy With a Big Sword to look menacing as our entourage. She also somehow managed to put us at the front of the line, giving us the longest and most impressive entrance.
In the end, I took second place in the fighting and first in the performance, she took first place in the A&S and the processional was apparently Good Enough. We won the tournament, the king gave her an award of arms, and we have spent the last several days recuperating.
God, I love this hobby.
There was a tournament, and a grueling endurance-fest it was. First, for me, came two and a half hours of fighting nearly non-stop while she had tea with the baroness and the other consorts. They were being judged on grace, etiquette and courtesy. Next was the Arts and Sciences section -- She presented a prepared piece (a sonnet) and competed in a timed improvisational arts competition. That looked like fun: each consort was given a box of random stuff like clothespins and napkins and embroidery floss and told to make something in 45 minutes. M'lady made a very amusing puppet, I'm told, but I didn't get to see the final product because I was competing in the Performance division. My song was original, and not particularly authentic, but very rousing. I started with an audience of one and finished with twenty or so.
The whole thing wrapped up with a procession into court. This was basically a fashion pageant, and we were told to play it up with as much pomp and circumstance as possible. This was the main reason for the week I spent sewing her dress. When the time came I was completely burned out and exhausted, but once again she came to my rescue. Working almost completely at the last minute, she got drummers and belly dancers, topless men, children blowing bubbles and pretty girls twirling ribbons, a trumpeter, a herald to announce us and a Guy With a Big Sword to look menacing as our entourage. She also somehow managed to put us at the front of the line, giving us the longest and most impressive entrance.
In the end, I took second place in the fighting and first in the performance, she took first place in the A&S and the processional was apparently Good Enough. We won the tournament, the king gave her an award of arms, and we have spent the last several days recuperating.
God, I love this hobby.
All moved.
My lady's away for the weekend. Time to turn off the phone and lock the doors. Time to delve into the murky depths of Id. Time to duel with the dragons that dwell below and draw up the demiurge from its deadly domain. Time to call upon the primal forces of the universe, to seize them in my fists and shape them to my will. It is time for Lareth to create.
My lady's away for the weekend. Time to turn off the phone and lock the doors. Time to delve into the murky depths of Id. Time to duel with the dragons that dwell below and draw up the demiurge from its deadly domain. Time to call upon the primal forces of the universe, to seize them in my fists and shape them to my will. It is time for Lareth to create.
If I ever needed confirmation that yoga does incredible things for martial artists, yesterday was all the proof I needed. First practice in a month (during which all I did was yoga and a few basic drills) and I felt like Achilles out there. I was pulling off shots I haven't been able to do in over a year. Why did I ever stop doing it?
Took posession of the new house yesterday. We're moving in this week, then six months later we get to do it all again, only across the country instead of across town.
I've moved dozens of times. The wanderlust hit me as a teen and I haven't been able to sit still for long since. I love seeing the highway stretching out in front of me, pulling me forward. The landscape flies past and waves "Hello. Nice to see you again."
Still, every time it gets harder to pare all my stuff down to a reasonable level, and this is the first time I'm bringing someone with me. It's the first time I've wanted to.
But where before I could usually throw everything in the back of my van and just go, this time our clothes alone outmass my usual quota of belongings.
Time to go.
I've moved dozens of times. The wanderlust hit me as a teen and I haven't been able to sit still for long since. I love seeing the highway stretching out in front of me, pulling me forward. The landscape flies past and waves "Hello. Nice to see you again."
Still, every time it gets harder to pare all my stuff down to a reasonable level, and this is the first time I'm bringing someone with me. It's the first time I've wanted to.
But where before I could usually throw everything in the back of my van and just go, this time our clothes alone outmass my usual quota of belongings.
Time to go.
