movement and repose
I have been meaning to post for the past week, but I haven't made the time, despite staying up late. Well, no more. Surely you, my myriad readers, are desperate for news of me, so here it is.
I moved into my new space last Saturday, so it's been a week. It still feels a bit strange, but I'm adjusted better than I feared. I feel rested when I sleep, and I like the space, though it still looks new to my eyes, and so this still feels like a bit of an adventure. I must keep making time for making it mine. There shall be a place for everything, and everything shall be in its place, but I shall first have to find all the things, get rid of stuff I no longer want, and then find places for the rest. I can do it, but I must keep plugging away, and not just allow piles to acrete. F found the change in dad space weird for a couple of days, but now she's got it figured out.
One good thing is that I'm so far succeeding in developing a habit of exercising when I get up in the morning. I hope to end the year feeling strong and healthy and confident. I had a look at the online schedule for my old dojo, as I'm thinking of starting Aikido again in the spring, and I was shocked to see that Kanai sensei had died seven years ago. I know I have been away for a while, but damn....
Scattershotness:
I'm helping to organize the Paint and Pixel Festival in April. It's a new event to showcase the many great artists in the wilds of western New England. I have managed to hook a couple of headliners, but now I need to follow through on spreading the word so folks actually buy some tables. I don't have any money in this, but I'd like it to become a success. I took this on because I kind of miss the fun of organizing 5Con, I'm looking for new things to do to reinvent myself, I figure it will look OK on my resume, and the organizer is smoking hot. (And happily married, so there's nothing in the offing there, because I'm done with that dance, but apparently I'm still susceptible to the prickings of my libido. :)
I have some friends who are apparently struggling to pull themselves from the slough of despond, and I haven't heard much from them of late. You guys know who you are. I'm pulling for you. Call when you can.
(It's quite windy with gusts up to 50 mph; earlier there was a thunderstorm. In February. Frakking global warming.)
I made really tasty stew tonight. M and I had some after we watched Fringe. It feels good to watch a new show and be current on it. Fringe isn't my favorite show, but it's really well done, and I'm impressed by how well written and structured it is.
I have seen some season 1 Deep Space Nine episodes recently, because M borrowed them from a friend, and is watching them with her inamorata. I had forgotten just how strong that show was, and how well characterized it was, right from the start. I'll probably say more about this later.
M and I are going back east to visit my family tomorrow. I plan to interview my dad about his life, before he either dies or becomes so senile he won't remember anything. I hope I haven't left it too late.
Carla Speed McNeil has finally published a new Finder book, called Voice. It's about Rachel Grosvenor, now a young woman, and her struggle to earn formal acceptance into Clan Llaverac. Things have gone wrong, and she needs Jaeger, but he's not around, so she has to go find him. It's superb. Man, she really is amazing comics creator and SF writer. With the possible exception of Stan Sakai's Usagi Yojimbo, this is the best creator-owned, one person writer/artist comic currently ongoing. if you aren't reading yet, start now.
I'm going to start sleeping, myself.
Good night everyone.
I moved into my new space last Saturday, so it's been a week. It still feels a bit strange, but I'm adjusted better than I feared. I feel rested when I sleep, and I like the space, though it still looks new to my eyes, and so this still feels like a bit of an adventure. I must keep making time for making it mine. There shall be a place for everything, and everything shall be in its place, but I shall first have to find all the things, get rid of stuff I no longer want, and then find places for the rest. I can do it, but I must keep plugging away, and not just allow piles to acrete. F found the change in dad space weird for a couple of days, but now she's got it figured out.
One good thing is that I'm so far succeeding in developing a habit of exercising when I get up in the morning. I hope to end the year feeling strong and healthy and confident. I had a look at the online schedule for my old dojo, as I'm thinking of starting Aikido again in the spring, and I was shocked to see that Kanai sensei had died seven years ago. I know I have been away for a while, but damn....
Scattershotness:
I'm helping to organize the Paint and Pixel Festival in April. It's a new event to showcase the many great artists in the wilds of western New England. I have managed to hook a couple of headliners, but now I need to follow through on spreading the word so folks actually buy some tables. I don't have any money in this, but I'd like it to become a success. I took this on because I kind of miss the fun of organizing 5Con, I'm looking for new things to do to reinvent myself, I figure it will look OK on my resume, and the organizer is smoking hot. (And happily married, so there's nothing in the offing there, because I'm done with that dance, but apparently I'm still susceptible to the prickings of my libido. :)
I have some friends who are apparently struggling to pull themselves from the slough of despond, and I haven't heard much from them of late. You guys know who you are. I'm pulling for you. Call when you can.
(It's quite windy with gusts up to 50 mph; earlier there was a thunderstorm. In February. Frakking global warming.)
I made really tasty stew tonight. M and I had some after we watched Fringe. It feels good to watch a new show and be current on it. Fringe isn't my favorite show, but it's really well done, and I'm impressed by how well written and structured it is.
I have seen some season 1 Deep Space Nine episodes recently, because M borrowed them from a friend, and is watching them with her inamorata. I had forgotten just how strong that show was, and how well characterized it was, right from the start. I'll probably say more about this later.
M and I are going back east to visit my family tomorrow. I plan to interview my dad about his life, before he either dies or becomes so senile he won't remember anything. I hope I haven't left it too late.
Carla Speed McNeil has finally published a new Finder book, called Voice. It's about Rachel Grosvenor, now a young woman, and her struggle to earn formal acceptance into Clan Llaverac. Things have gone wrong, and she needs Jaeger, but he's not around, so she has to go find him. It's superb. Man, she really is amazing comics creator and SF writer. With the possible exception of Stan Sakai's Usagi Yojimbo, this is the best creator-owned, one person writer/artist comic currently ongoing. if you aren't reading yet, start now.
I'm going to start sleeping, myself.
Good night everyone.