Anne: I try to be! Honestly, what I've listed here is a light weekend.
It's my intense philosophical belief that adults need to stay busy in order to get the most out of life. I'm not a believer in constant unstructured weekends as "relaxing"; life is too short, and there are too many things to experience. I realize that for some people, job demands keep them too busy to think about much else. I just think that too many people slack off into "doing nothing" once they get away from the structure of a formal education; and we can argue opinions all day, but there's some pretty sound scientific research that shows that that's unhealthy - doesn't stimulate the brain enough over time. Thankfully, many of the people I know in the SCA are the "excellent round of frequent social activities and projects" sort, so I don't have to worry about them. Some of my relatives, though, I do worry about because they don't keep their minds active with little new experiences or small challenges. They're not continuing to grow - they don't even think of it in those terms.
The nice thing about using Excel is that you can keep entering things on the bottom and then just sort by date or character or whatever column you choose. I may get around to designing a database, I may not - it's more important for me to keep things in a correct chronological order than to necessarily pull up everything on a single character so far.
I don't remember the scene in "The Doors", but I've only seen it once. I have Tasche to thank for introducing me to 'Carmina Burana' in high school. I never miss a chance to see it live if there's any way I can help it. I went with Emma (whose LJ name I'm spacing on!) and mermaid_in_black to see it done as a ballet in Sacramento once; Emma was talking about the lead male dancer for weeks. It was really quite a production: they wheeled Fortuna on stage standing with her limbs braced like in Leonardo da Vinci's drawings in the middle of a giant silver wheel. It was broad and sturdy, and doubtless they'd practiced a lot, but still: it took some steady nerves to hop on there and be wheeled several turns completely over and upright again.
My niece, who's ten, does that wheel thing as a sort of competitive gymnastics. It's apparently very big in Germany.
There was a part of my life when it was important to drive through the main streets of Toronto, very slowly, with the Burana playing on the car stereo, very loudly.
*snort* Is it possible to drive any other way than slowly through the streets of Toronto? I say that, of course, having visited you and parked but once - and was very put off by the number of comments I received on my American license plate in the brief time I was extracting my bag and making sure all was locked up. Say what you will about ugly Americans - and I say plenty, having been embarrassed overseas more times than I can count by the obnoxious and rude behaviour of Americans present - I've never harassed, nor known anyone else to harass, someone in the act of parking in downtown Portland or Seattle simply for having a Canadian license plate!
Competitive gymnastics with the Wheel of Fortune, eh? That would be something to see.
Yeah - I always have to brake in my level of extreme offense whenever someone, trying to be helpful, pipes up with "Oh, I hope you get a weekend to relax and do nothing soon!" :-/ Let's just say that my lifetime experience generally precludes a weekend of doing nothing being relaxing for *me*, since when urged by a past mate [the present one is gratefully excepted from this], it's usually meant me constantly cleaning up after someone who's idea of "relaxing" seems to be making a big, childish mess for someone else.
I'm just hard-wired that a big part of any weekend includes getting out of the house. Especially in the Bay Area, I *hated* being trapped in town with all the bad drivers who had to drive 5-10 miles below the posted speed limit, since it was the weekend, or because everybody does their grocery shopping mid-morning Saturday. :-/ Here, thankfully, it's not so bad.
It's my intense philosophical belief that adults need to stay busy in order to get the most out of life. I'm not a believer in constant unstructured weekends as "relaxing"; life is too short, and there are too many things to experience. I realize that for some people, job demands keep them too busy to think about much else. I just think that too many people slack off into "doing nothing" once they get away from the structure of a formal education; and we can argue opinions all day, but there's some pretty sound scientific research that shows that that's unhealthy - doesn't stimulate the brain enough over time. Thankfully, many of the people I know in the SCA are the "excellent round of frequent social activities and projects" sort, so I don't have to worry about them. Some of my relatives, though, I do worry about because they don't keep their minds active with little new experiences or small challenges. They're not continuing to grow - they don't even think of it in those terms.
The nice thing about using Excel is that you can keep entering things on the bottom and then just sort by date or character or whatever column you choose. I may get around to designing a database, I may not - it's more important for me to keep things in a correct chronological order than to necessarily pull up everything on a single character so far.
I don't remember the scene in "The Doors", but I've only seen it once. I have Tasche to thank for introducing me to 'Carmina Burana' in high school. I never miss a chance to see it live if there's any way I can help it. I went with Emma (whose LJ name I'm spacing on!) and mermaid_in_black to see it done as a ballet in Sacramento once; Emma was talking about the lead male dancer for weeks. It was really quite a production: they wheeled Fortuna on stage standing with her limbs braced like in Leonardo da Vinci's drawings in the middle of a giant silver wheel. It was broad and sturdy, and doubtless they'd practiced a lot, but still: it took some steady nerves to hop on there and be wheeled several turns completely over and upright again.
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There was a part of my life when it was important to drive through the main streets of Toronto, very slowly, with the Burana playing on the car stereo, very loudly.
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Competitive gymnastics with the Wheel of Fortune, eh? That would be something to see.
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I'm just hard-wired that a big part of any weekend includes getting out of the house. Especially in the Bay Area, I *hated* being trapped in town with all the bad drivers who had to drive 5-10 miles below the posted speed limit, since it was the weekend, or because everybody does their grocery shopping mid-morning Saturday. :-/ Here, thankfully, it's not so bad.
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