This question was asked last night. I started to reply, then stopped. My reason — my primary reason — for fencing seemed a bit selfish. There’s love and passion for fencing, to be sure. I study manuals, I learn, I apply, and tell grand stories of bouts I’ve been in and had the honor of witnessing.… Continue reading Why Do You Fence?
When someone mentions mourning, the first thing that comes to mind is the death of a loved one. Rarely do people mention mourning in regards to other things and concepts. Which, I think, is why it took me so long to recognize that I was in mourning. Sometimes, mourning is used for a turn of… Continue reading Mourning is a Strange Thing
Every winter is hard for me. It’s a fact. I manage it as best I can, and I normally do alright. The weather, coupled with trying to learn new fencing wards reminded me that I still have a lot of work a head of me. I decided to go to physical therapy. Monday was my… Continue reading In Which My Condition Rears Its Ugly Head
No really. Food. It started Friday night with dinner at Ted’s Montana Grill with friends. No big deal, right? Saturday morning was spent helping a friend pack out his basement. Afterward, we went to Red Robin. There was so much food. I even splurged on a Chocolate Guinness Shake. There was more food that night… Continue reading Birthday Food
As some of you may know, I’ve been studying a fencing master by the name of Giacomo di Grassi. The manual in question that I’m studying is his True Arte of Defence. I’ve read other manuals — The Art of War by Sun Tzu, The Book of Five Rings by Musashi, and Gran Simulacro dell’Arte e dell’Uso della… Continue reading
And not for the reasons that you might think. So far, this winter season has been especially difficult. The temperatures have varied wildly, and the third weekend in December there was a 60 degree temperature change in 24 hours. I’m coping as best I can, trying to catch the pain before it becomes too much… Continue reading This Season is Always Hard for Me
in NaNo this year, or last. Why? The simple absurd drama that is my life. I ought to carve out some time, but I can’t promise to meet a certain word count every day. I’m sharing this here because I think I found the beginning that the story and myself are quite happy with. It’s… Continue reading I haven’t had a chance to participate
I’ve moved three times this year, and I’m about to move again. I’m tired of living out of boxes. Really, my life isn’t *that* much of a mess, but the lack of a stable place to live is starting to allow the existential crisis to creep in. It’s incredibly disheartening living out of boxes for… Continue reading My Life is a Mess
They went somewhere, but I’m not sure exactly on the “where” part. I attended some events, fought some, blew out both of my fencing boots within a month of each other, fought in sneakers, had a huge FM flare up, and started making copper wire rings and painting scrolls to take my mind off the… Continue reading Where Did the Last Three Weeks Go?
I’ve moved into the new place and the cats appear to be settling in alright. Not too much fighting and they’ve stopped hissing at me. I don’t blame them They’ve never moved much and they’ve moved twice in about six months. They have more room, and I think that’s helping. I haven’t done much except… Continue reading