"S" words.
"Sabre!" - Sean Connery
Was just tooling around eBay this morning, trying to kinda ease into my day. Just on a whim I put in "katana" in the search engine and flipped through some of the things that came up. Saw an excellent tsuba that was made pretty much with just an outer ring, then a chainmail like design that was the actual piece itself. Fucking beautiful. Of course, I'll be damned if I'm going to top the current high bid of $1,500 or so on it.
I'm not entirely sure why I like swords to much, especially a quality katana. Hoohah about past lives aside, it's kinda odd just how perfectly comfortable one feels in my hands. I read all those books on swordmanship and how people will talk about how the first thing you have to do is make the sword feel like an extension of your own body, etc etc. I've never really had to work at that with a sword (or a few other things).
Naturally, this isn't the first time I decided to browse around eBay for swords, but this morning would be the first time I saw an exact replica of the sword I lost over a month ago now. Just looking at it made me pissed and sad all at once. I know it's just a sword, but it meant alot to me. It was my sword, the way the Japanese back in the day had their swords. When I got it, I picked it because it was somewhat plain but well-made and even a little regal. It felt right, kinda like the sword of a samurai who obeyed noone and had to make his own way. That's how I've felt most of my life, anyway, so I bought the fucker right there and kept an eye on it ever since. Well, until it was taken. Bastards.
Other than that one, I'm left with my "prize" katana. This one I won in 1999 at the first New Year's tournament we held here around KC. It's the only tournament I've ever won, which is a funny metaphor on my life since I only won because of my friends. Life, she is strange like that, I guess. I suppose that's why I'd rather be the guy running things than the guy competing - it's easier to run the shit on your own and without a set of support from friends. Proof? Go read Scott's tournament thing. People fight better with their boys behind them. Must be why I don't anymore, or something.
Anyway, I should get some work done today.
Anjin-san off.
Was just tooling around eBay this morning, trying to kinda ease into my day. Just on a whim I put in "katana" in the search engine and flipped through some of the things that came up. Saw an excellent tsuba that was made pretty much with just an outer ring, then a chainmail like design that was the actual piece itself. Fucking beautiful. Of course, I'll be damned if I'm going to top the current high bid of $1,500 or so on it.
I'm not entirely sure why I like swords to much, especially a quality katana. Hoohah about past lives aside, it's kinda odd just how perfectly comfortable one feels in my hands. I read all those books on swordmanship and how people will talk about how the first thing you have to do is make the sword feel like an extension of your own body, etc etc. I've never really had to work at that with a sword (or a few other things).
Naturally, this isn't the first time I decided to browse around eBay for swords, but this morning would be the first time I saw an exact replica of the sword I lost over a month ago now. Just looking at it made me pissed and sad all at once. I know it's just a sword, but it meant alot to me. It was my sword, the way the Japanese back in the day had their swords. When I got it, I picked it because it was somewhat plain but well-made and even a little regal. It felt right, kinda like the sword of a samurai who obeyed noone and had to make his own way. That's how I've felt most of my life, anyway, so I bought the fucker right there and kept an eye on it ever since. Well, until it was taken. Bastards.
Other than that one, I'm left with my "prize" katana. This one I won in 1999 at the first New Year's tournament we held here around KC. It's the only tournament I've ever won, which is a funny metaphor on my life since I only won because of my friends. Life, she is strange like that, I guess. I suppose that's why I'd rather be the guy running things than the guy competing - it's easier to run the shit on your own and without a set of support from friends. Proof? Go read Scott's tournament thing. People fight better with their boys behind them. Must be why I don't anymore, or something.
Anyway, I should get some work done today.
Anjin-san off.