A rancid mixture of angst and funk...
So, I had the pleasure of hosting
jezebeljade for this past weekend, plus 3 days, and it was great. Granted, the knowledge that this was the last time I would see her for 4 months was a bit of a downer...and the incredible time we had made it that much harder to take her to the airport...but it was worth it. Remember, kids, nothing worth having comes without sacrifice. It's too easy to get something for nothing these days, and you don't appreciate what you have if it doesn't take any work to hold on to it.
In other news, I have started fencing again! (Some of you already knew that, and the rest probably don't care.) I'm closing in on the end of my second month at Salle Auriol, and I think I'm already better than I ever was in college. Sadly, that's not as big of an accomplishment as it sounds...as I'm sure
jkray can attest. Still horribly out of shape, but that will come in time. It's a really cool place, and the people have been pretty nice so far. My only complaint is this one guy, which brings me to the second part of the angst and funk diad.
First of all, let me say that I have never formally met this individual, but I'm going to refer to him as Clark (mostly because the back of his fencing jacket says GRISWOLD). Clark is what I refer to as a screamer. He is incredibly loud on strip. He yells and acts like he just won the Olympic Gold Medal on every touch, whether the director awards it to him or not. I have always been extremely irritated by this class of fencers, and Clark brings back some of the less pleasant memories I have from fencing at Texas A&M.
Well, in addition to being loud, he is also rather noxious. No, that isn't a typo. I think this guy's BO could probably be bottled and used as a biological weapon. I used a changing room immediately after him this evening, and the place was so polluted I felt a little ill. Now, I understand that this is essentially a gym. There is a lot of sweat moving around, and there is bound to be some stink here and there. I get that. What confused me was the intensity and the sheer putrid rankness of it. Even stranger, it smelled kind of like...well...
Ladies, ever get that not-so-fresh feeling?
Yeah, like that.
So, in short, I'm not looking forward to eventually fencing this guy. Between his yelling and my brain trying to figure out how he worked up that funk, concentration will be a little difficult. :(
jezebeljade for this past weekend, plus 3 days, and it was great. Granted, the knowledge that this was the last time I would see her for 4 months was a bit of a downer...and the incredible time we had made it that much harder to take her to the airport...but it was worth it. Remember, kids, nothing worth having comes without sacrifice. It's too easy to get something for nothing these days, and you don't appreciate what you have if it doesn't take any work to hold on to it.
In other news, I have started fencing again! (Some of you already knew that, and the rest probably don't care.) I'm closing in on the end of my second month at Salle Auriol, and I think I'm already better than I ever was in college. Sadly, that's not as big of an accomplishment as it sounds...as I'm sure
jkray can attest. Still horribly out of shape, but that will come in time. It's a really cool place, and the people have been pretty nice so far. My only complaint is this one guy, which brings me to the second part of the angst and funk diad.
First of all, let me say that I have never formally met this individual, but I'm going to refer to him as Clark (mostly because the back of his fencing jacket says GRISWOLD). Clark is what I refer to as a screamer. He is incredibly loud on strip. He yells and acts like he just won the Olympic Gold Medal on every touch, whether the director awards it to him or not. I have always been extremely irritated by this class of fencers, and Clark brings back some of the less pleasant memories I have from fencing at Texas A&M.
Well, in addition to being loud, he is also rather noxious. No, that isn't a typo. I think this guy's BO could probably be bottled and used as a biological weapon. I used a changing room immediately after him this evening, and the place was so polluted I felt a little ill. Now, I understand that this is essentially a gym. There is a lot of sweat moving around, and there is bound to be some stink here and there. I get that. What confused me was the intensity and the sheer putrid rankness of it. Even stranger, it smelled kind of like...well...
Ladies, ever get that not-so-fresh feeling?
Yeah, like that.
So, in short, I'm not looking forward to eventually fencing this guy. Between his yelling and my brain trying to figure out how he worked up that funk, concentration will be a little difficult. :(