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Thursday, December 13, 2007
Well this is interesting
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
The event passes
It is now Tuesday, December 11, 2007 and I am still sick. I got a cold free with the event and a bonus of straining out my voice from playing herald and for MCing feast, albeit badly by my own estimation. I guess the sick was getting to me even then. I have done better, but still they did not throw fruit.
Judi won "Peer's Choice" in the Baronial A&S competition. Not shabby at all. I entered some cheese. It was okay, but the cheddar I made to go with feast was miles beyond it. Wish I had entered that instead. Not a single piece of it survived the night.
So, with some trepidation and wet feet from arrow hunting I"ll keep this one short.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Having dinner with the aliens.
There are times when the fear of loneliness takes an unusual form.
I thought it was dinner with the in-laws.
Let me go back a bit and perhaps you will understand.
It started when Judi told me that her parents had
invited us to a formal dinner. Oh yea, I needed a tux
as well, and it was in Chattanooga. Gee, at the time the
news just seemed to get better and better. Now I do
like good food but honestly I am more of a t-shirt and
jeans, hamburger and fries type of guy. Give me a good
gumbo or something of that nature and I will be happier
than if you gave me something that was all organic,
free range, received therapy, massaged daily by vestal
virgins, only allowed out on sunny days, given daily hugs
and 24 hour a day hot and cold running compliments
emu wings or whatever. I do kind of hick gourmet, I like
name brand hot sauce and ketchup. I find myself more
and more drawn to the ethnic foods that are not royal
table fare but more of what the average person would eat.
So you can perhaps understand my apprehension and lack
of enthusiasm for this dinner.
I must admit I was kind of dreading it. I did a little reading on the net to refresh myself on things my grandmother taught me, like what fork for what. It is times like this that I wish
I would have listened to what she said. I can't tell you what it was she did say because as stated before I was not listening. This was friday. Now let us skip ahead a little more to saturday,
the day of destiny. Okay, not destiny but it kind of felt that way. I was in fact scared i would be obviously from a background where I was not exposed to such things. I was not afraid of
embarrassing myself for anyone who knows me will attest to the fact all i have to do is open my mouth to let that premise fly out the window. I was more afraid of embarrassing Judi's parents and most horrid to me of all, Judi.
The first thing that happened that started to turn my feelings around was the sound of a little voice almost yelling "Uncle Bryian!!" Yes, the neices, the human embodyment of chaos and energy, wrapped in almost fear inducing cuteness. Tegan, the oldest, has been my buddy for quite a while made the times we had fun. Then there was Tamsin, who has those eyes that can melt your
heart. Then there was Tearnan, wee and cute. Then there was Ellie and Matty. Here are my futrue accomplices in some adventure somewhere. I did not get to spend as much time with Logan, but as he gets older I should. Yes, that is right, I spent a good deal of time with my 5 neices. I have now decided i am part jungle gym and have developed a new appreciation for "Why did the .... cross the road" jokes." All else fails use Eilly's punchline, " Cause it had no guts!" Matty has a grip on the universe like no one else i have ever known "What is great about being Matty? Cause I'm Matty!"
Wow.
I put on the tux and the smile I had set aside for formal occasions and we headed down to the dinner. The hallway to the convention center looked like a zeppelin hanger and in truth was a bit overwhelming. Then, at the end of the hall things suddenly changed. Not an oh look at the pretty decorations change, more like the someone slipped the brown acid into my coffee changed.
There at the end of the hall stood 4 stormtroopers.
Yes, I said stormtroopers.
I said softly to Judi "Imperial checkpoint, just keep moving they will not notice us..." in my best Jedi-like calm tone.
My stomach turned slightly. Not as in a sick type of turn but more of the effect of gravity when your in an airplane and they pull up, climbing into the sky type of feeling. That was in fact the feeling of the evening pulling itself out of the perceived nose dive. We got our "special passes" (read free wine bar) and we were off and running like a bunch of caffeinated jawa! We entered the main area and it was full of displays from all sorts of science fiction. There was Star Wars, Star Trek and the list went on and on. There was a Wookie, a twllik, Vader and a D2. There was Pava Laguna from 5th Element and The MIB's. Oh yes, geek heaven. Each display had a table with some tasty eats from a different chef. There was this beef stew on bread thing and weird Reese's covered lamb chops.
There was a partially vile scallop with fresh sea dredging and some sushi that was to the far end of the awesome scale.
The food at the dinner was, well, okay. It looked "interesting" not in that "my how artful" but more of a "is this from our planet" type of way. Fluffy soup. I think you get the idea.
Then, there was the bartenders. Oh those gifted and very generous people who as the night moved on their freedomin measuring became greater and greater. One of the best quotes of the evening came when I took a drink of a white russian and winced slightly. My comment was "That was a
bit strong." Mike, without missing a beat added "Looked like you had a drink of distilled ass!" Good one, Mike. If there had been a quick second drink the photographer would have been coated in white russian.
We had our pictures done, or more correctly to quote the photographers assistant "We had our pictures made." Yes, somewhere there are pictures of me in a tuxedo.
I had a blast. There in that little point of time was embodied all the things I miss about the South. Kindness, politeness, friendliness and all combined with the act of charity. Conversations with people I did not even know who treated me like an old friend the whole time. Smiles that were not
plastic or forced, but warm and full of heart. These are the things that make up being a Southerner to me. Not flags or hatred. Not slurs or discrimination. Just people being people in the right way for the right reasons. I got to spend time with Mike, Eric, and Chuck; my brothers-in-law. We found
we have a lot in common, beyond the Taylor women. In truth, we had a load of fun, perhaps more than we should have but it made for good times. I had a little time to talk with Mandy and Teri, my sisters in law. Good women with good hearts. It was one of those evenings that you did not want to end, but none the less it had to.
Yea, the dinner was nothing like I had feared. Sometimes it is good to just go with the flow and let things happen. Do not try to fight the stream, but seek a middle path. Don't listen to the fear, just be.
Such is the way of the universe.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
I thought it was dinner with the in-laws.
Let me go back a bit and perhaps you will understand.
It started when Judi told me that her parents had
invited us to a formal dinner. Oh yea, I needed a tux
as well, and it was in Chattanooga. Gee, at the time the
news just seemed to get better and better. Now I do
like good food but honestly I am more of a t-shirt and
jeans, hamburger and fries type of guy. Give me a good
gumbo or something of that nature and I will be happier
than if you gave me something that was all organic,
free range, received therapy, massaged daily by vestal
virgins, only allowed out on sunny days, given daily hugs
and 24 hour a day hot and cold running compliments
emu wings or whatever. I do kind of hick gourmet, I like
name brand hot sauce and ketchup. I find myself more
and more drawn to the ethnic foods that are not royal
table fare but more of what the average person would eat.
So you can perhaps understand my apprehension and lack
of enthusiasm for this dinner.
I must admit I was kind of dreading it. I did a little reading on the net to refresh myself on things my grandmother taught me, like what fork for what. It is times like this that I wish
I would have listened to what she said. I can't tell you what it was she did say because as stated before I was not listening. This was friday. Now let us skip ahead a little more to saturday,
the day of destiny. Okay, not destiny but it kind of felt that way. I was in fact scared i would be obviously from a background where I was not exposed to such things. I was not afraid of
embarrassing myself for anyone who knows me will attest to the fact all i have to do is open my mouth to let that premise fly out the window. I was more afraid of embarrassing Judi's parents and most horrid to me of all, Judi.
The first thing that happened that started to turn my feelings around was the sound of a little voice almost yelling "Uncle Bryian!!" Yes, the neices, the human embodyment of chaos and energy, wrapped in almost fear inducing cuteness. Tegan, the oldest, has been my buddy for quite a while made the times we had fun. Then there was Tamsin, who has those eyes that can melt your
heart. Then there was Tearnan, wee and cute. Then there was Ellie and Matty. Here are my futrue accomplices in some adventure somewhere. I did not get to spend as much time with Logan, but as he gets older I should. Yes, that is right, I spent a good deal of time with my 5 neices. I have now decided i am part jungle gym and have developed a new appreciation for "Why did the .... cross the road" jokes." All else fails use Eilly's punchline, " Cause it had no guts!" Matty has a grip on the universe like no one else i have ever known "What is great about being Matty? Cause I'm Matty!"
Wow.
I put on the tux and the smile I had set aside for formal occasions and we headed down to the dinner. The hallway to the convention center looked like a zeppelin hanger and in truth was a bit overwhelming. Then, at the end of the hall things suddenly changed. Not an oh look at the pretty decorations change, more like the someone slipped the brown acid into my coffee changed.
There at the end of the hall stood 4 stormtroopers.
Yes, I said stormtroopers.
I said softly to Judi "Imperial checkpoint, just keep moving they will not notice us..." in my best Jedi-like calm tone.
My stomach turned slightly. Not as in a sick type of turn but more of the effect of gravity when your in an airplane and they pull up, climbing into the sky type of feeling. That was in fact the feeling of the evening pulling itself out of the perceived nose dive. We got our "special passes" (read free wine bar) and we were off and running like a bunch of caffeinated jawa! We entered the main area and it was full of displays from all sorts of science fiction. There was Star Wars, Star Trek and the list went on and on. There was a Wookie, a twllik, Vader and a D2. There was Pava Laguna from 5th Element and The MIB's. Oh yes, geek heaven. Each display had a table with some tasty eats from a different chef. There was this beef stew on bread thing and weird Reese's covered lamb chops.
There was a partially vile scallop with fresh sea dredging and some sushi that was to the far end of the awesome scale.
The food at the dinner was, well, okay. It looked "interesting" not in that "my how artful" but more of a "is this from our planet" type of way. Fluffy soup. I think you get the idea.
Then, there was the bartenders. Oh those gifted and very generous people who as the night moved on their freedomin measuring became greater and greater. One of the best quotes of the evening came when I took a drink of a white russian and winced slightly. My comment was "That was a
bit strong." Mike, without missing a beat added "Looked like you had a drink of distilled ass!" Good one, Mike. If there had been a quick second drink the photographer would have been coated in white russian.
We had our pictures done, or more correctly to quote the photographers assistant "We had our pictures made." Yes, somewhere there are pictures of me in a tuxedo.
I had a blast. There in that little point of time was embodied all the things I miss about the South. Kindness, politeness, friendliness and all combined with the act of charity. Conversations with people I did not even know who treated me like an old friend the whole time. Smiles that were not
plastic or forced, but warm and full of heart. These are the things that make up being a Southerner to me. Not flags or hatred. Not slurs or discrimination. Just people being people in the right way for the right reasons. I got to spend time with Mike, Eric, and Chuck; my brothers-in-law. We found
we have a lot in common, beyond the Taylor women. In truth, we had a load of fun, perhaps more than we should have but it made for good times. I had a little time to talk with Mandy and Teri, my sisters in law. Good women with good hearts. It was one of those evenings that you did not want to end, but none the less it had to.
Yea, the dinner was nothing like I had feared. Sometimes it is good to just go with the flow and let things happen. Do not try to fight the stream, but seek a middle path. Don't listen to the fear, just be.
Such is the way of the universe.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Friday, September 28, 2007
The following update brought to you by the makers of Tylenol:
Does Harvard have rules against the use of Yale locks?
Till next time,Be mindful and awake
Monday, August 27, 2007
Focus
Yes Kari, I read your blog.
So, now you can be happy there is an update.
Let me speak for a few minutes on the idea of focus
in ones life. As stress and the forces of everyday life
begin to push inward we, as an almost survival
mechanism begin to focus inward. We start to allow
those things at the periphery of our lives float away
as we become more and more focused on the here
and now.
That is where I am, here and now.
As most of you know I do work occasionally for law
enforcement. Because of this believe it or not some
of my work is what you may call secret if not
clandestine at times. Sometimes this is so true
I cannot even talk to Judi about what is going on nor
what I may have seen in the course of my work. This
can be to protect the innocent or to make sure that
no information is leaked before some bad person
goes to trial. There are days I assure you that I wish
I could not only wash my eyeballs but also unsee what
I may have seen. Some of the things burn themselves
into your memory forever. Little things sometimes
trigger these memories from times gone by and you
may not even remember the context in which you had
originally seen them, just the image you saw. When
there is no place to vent such things from your mind
they, and the pressures the create, build up. This is
where your focus begins to narrow. Compound it with
the constant movement of life in general you have a
potentially explosive mixture.
When your focus begins to draw inward things like a
blog begin to suffer. Creativity begins to die a slow
death on the vine .To someone who writes, this adds
to the stress although it is self induced for letting this
writing go astray. It begins a vicious downward spiral
of a lack of writing creating stress and the stress
impairing the ability to write that then creates more
stress. Sometimes though a simple thing will cause
you to break that cycle even if just for a little while to
jot down a few thoughts.
So yes, thank you Kari for the nudge.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
So, now you can be happy there is an update.
Let me speak for a few minutes on the idea of focus
in ones life. As stress and the forces of everyday life
begin to push inward we, as an almost survival
mechanism begin to focus inward. We start to allow
those things at the periphery of our lives float away
as we become more and more focused on the here
and now.
That is where I am, here and now.
As most of you know I do work occasionally for law
enforcement. Because of this believe it or not some
of my work is what you may call secret if not
clandestine at times. Sometimes this is so true
I cannot even talk to Judi about what is going on nor
what I may have seen in the course of my work. This
can be to protect the innocent or to make sure that
no information is leaked before some bad person
goes to trial. There are days I assure you that I wish
I could not only wash my eyeballs but also unsee what
I may have seen. Some of the things burn themselves
into your memory forever. Little things sometimes
trigger these memories from times gone by and you
may not even remember the context in which you had
originally seen them, just the image you saw. When
there is no place to vent such things from your mind
they, and the pressures the create, build up. This is
where your focus begins to narrow. Compound it with
the constant movement of life in general you have a
potentially explosive mixture.
When your focus begins to draw inward things like a
blog begin to suffer. Creativity begins to die a slow
death on the vine .To someone who writes, this adds
to the stress although it is self induced for letting this
writing go astray. It begins a vicious downward spiral
of a lack of writing creating stress and the stress
impairing the ability to write that then creates more
stress. Sometimes though a simple thing will cause
you to break that cycle even if just for a little while to
jot down a few thoughts.
So yes, thank you Kari for the nudge.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Monday, July 30, 2007
A month with almost no updates
Well, the short answer is I have had a lot of my time taken up with something new I have ventured into.
This is the first public pronouncement of this, though many of my very close friends know.
I have become a Master Mason.
I am a proud member of Constitution Lodge #426, New Marshfield Ohio.
It was hard work and I feel I earned every bit of it. There is no free-ride, that is for sure!
I think this is one of the smarter decisions I have made as it has made me take a hard and direct look at not only myself and my beliefs but also in how I treat others around me. My circle of friends has grown rapidly. I have never met a group so concerned that they may offend a member or make them feel uncomfortable. As I interact with my brother Pete, we have become even closer as Brothers. He is a good man and a good Mason. What better praise can I give him? I can now say without hesitation that all I thought I knew about masons and freemasonry was wrong. It is rare I am happy about being wrong about something.
If you want to know more, just ask. I will share what I am able as far as I know. I have started down a long path of learning that I hope I can grow from and become a better man, not just for myself but for Judi, my family and my community.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
This is the first public pronouncement of this, though many of my very close friends know.
I have become a Master Mason.
I am a proud member of Constitution Lodge #426, New Marshfield Ohio.
It was hard work and I feel I earned every bit of it. There is no free-ride, that is for sure!
I think this is one of the smarter decisions I have made as it has made me take a hard and direct look at not only myself and my beliefs but also in how I treat others around me. My circle of friends has grown rapidly. I have never met a group so concerned that they may offend a member or make them feel uncomfortable. As I interact with my brother Pete, we have become even closer as Brothers. He is a good man and a good Mason. What better praise can I give him? I can now say without hesitation that all I thought I knew about masons and freemasonry was wrong. It is rare I am happy about being wrong about something.
If you want to know more, just ask. I will share what I am able as far as I know. I have started down a long path of learning that I hope I can grow from and become a better man, not just for myself but for Judi, my family and my community.
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
Monday, July 2, 2007
Jus when you thought you have heard it all
Judge:
Lap Dances Protected By Constitution
http://www.kptv.com/news/13601037/detail.htmlNot even I could make this one up. So if lap dances are protected speech, do lap dancers get the same protections as journalists?
Till next time,
Be mindful and awake
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