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In response to my last post, eiblyn mentioned having the Thoreau quote on a magnet on her fridge, which reminded me of the magnet I have on my fridge and I thought I’d post it.
“live with intention.
walk to the edge.
listen hard.
practice wellness.
play with abandon.
laugh.
choose with no regret.
continue to learn.
appreciate your friends.
do what you love.
live as if this is all there is.”
–mary anne radmacher
As a credo, I could do much worse.
I keep a quotes file. I’ve kept a quotes file since I was in college, although my original one was in a notebook and got lost in the fire, so the one I have currently only dates back a few years. In it, I note things that strike me as either funny or profound. Some of them are from famous people, but many of them are just things that see in the course of reading Livejournal or Usenet or mailing lists or whatever i happen to be perusing.
Sometimes, I go through it to see what jumps out at me, and then I ponder that for a while. It’s a good way of focusing my mind, and sometimes I’ll find that something hits me with a different or deeper meaning than it did when I first selected it.
Tomorrow, November 5th, is Guy Fawkes Day, and the 400th anniversary of the Gunpowder Plot. What’s that all about, you say? All is explained by scarletdemon.
In 1605, English Catholics were angry that they did not have equal rights, so their leader (Pope Trevor the Third) signed what Catholics call a “Fatwa” and sent it to Guy Fawkes to be carried out. Fawkes assembled a band of like-minded terrorists and they decided to assassinate King James I, his family, and most of the Protestant aristocracy, in one fell swoop, by blowing up the Houses of Parliament during the State Opening. They saw themselves as soldiers of fortune, helping people in need. But who were these desperate men? Guy Fawkes had chosen some of the best minds in pyrotechnic history: Himself, George Handel, Arthos, Porthos, Shakespeare, Dogtanian and fuse specialist Artemis Richlieu. Their famous cry of “Penny For The Guy And One For All!” has become a regular catch-phrase for children begging outside corner-shops (with their Guy Fawkes effigies), even today.
(Thanks to sclerotic_rings for the pointer…)
Best. Alarm Clock. Ever. 🙂
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way.
When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
(Taken from everyone, especially cadhla, from whom I copied the text.)
So, for this and the other reason, I haven’t gotten around to talking about OVFF. The truth is, due to some personal distractions, I missed a lot of the con itself, but there definitely were some highlights that I wanted to mention.
- Seeing everyone. The main reason I go to cons is to connect with my family, and it’s always wonderful to see folks. I was especially happy that I got to spend some extra time with maedbh7, cadhla, catalana, nrivkis, and ladymondegreen, and it was very nice to meet folks like vixyish and stakebait who I had either not met before, or only met briefly in passing at a previous event. People are what make filkcons rock.
- The Thursday night informal mingle. Lots of talking, and greeting and catching up and having no where in particular to be. Special thank go out to my wonderful, warm, and lovely pillowlap. 🙂
- Having a wonderful, snuggly sleeping partner on Thursday night. Even if I did wake up in the middle of the night and momentarily think you were dead.
- Helping load up the sound equipment to be brought to the con and getting to spend a little time catching up with fuzzyvanman and rms_butterfly.
- cadhla‘s concert. Wow. Wow wow wow. Now, cadhla‘s been stressing over this gig since, well, since she got it, and while I never had any doubt that she’d be amazing, because, duh, she is, she blew away even my lofty expectations. Without a doubt one of the best hours of music I’ve sat and listened to in many a year.
- Frank Hayes’s concert was also delightful. I was especially amused to walk up to him after he left the stage in time to hear him mutter to himself “Well, that didn’t completely suck.” It’s refreshing at times to be reminded that the legends often still have the same foibles as the rest of us, and go through the same pain and effort to bring forth their small creations, however effortless they make it seem.
- chirosinger‘s concert. I only got to hear part of this, but it was lovely. I really need to spend more time listening to her stuff, because it’s always marvelous.
- The Interfilk auction. The auction is always fun, but this year was especially entertaining, with wenches running everywhere and Bob the Auctioneer back in the saddle after a year off. I swear, I wish we could get Bob to travel to the other filkcons, because he adds so much to the experience with his obvious enjoyment of our unorthodox event. I only bid on one thing, which very swiftly shot out of my price range, but I got wenched by cadhla, which eased the sting of missing out on the item.
- The Sunday Pool party. The dead dog pool bash has become a tradition at filkcons that have indoor pools, and we made good use of it here. There was much splashing and laughter and merriment, and it made me happy.
- Wild Mercy’s concert on Sunday. If I weren’t so strapped, I’d have bought the store out on their stuff. Utterly groovin’, and I’m looking forward to hearing more from them in the future.
- Most of all, having at my side the most wonderful person anyone could ever hope to meet in a lifetime. Four years ago, at this very con, in this very hotel, I connected with the woman who become my sweetie, my partner, and my wife. Happy anniversary, love. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the life we have together than surrounding ourself with music and family and love.
To people who didn’t seen enough of me, or to whom I may have seemed distant or withdrawn, I apologize. It was entirely me, and nothing to do with you. I hope the next time we meet, I’ll be more engaged and less aloof.
I did take a lot of pictures, some of which even came out well. I’m already looking forward to next year’s con, which I know will be a lot of fun, as always.
Today, I am at work all dressed up for Halloween. Lacking any actual foresight into this event, I simply put on my Renfaire outfit with pirate shirt and plumed hat. This is making me happy for many reasons, not the least of which that this outfit reminds me fondly of telynor, who traded me this shirt for a denim jacket, and of maedbh7, who enthusiastically shared with me her passion for Renfaires.
Last night, kitanzi and I went to joyeuse13 and abovenyquist‘s house for dinner. We had Thai Chicken and Rice and Broccoli with cheese sauce and it was all extremely yummy, and we sat and talked and had a very enjoyable time.
Earlier on Sunday, we went to the gym. This was the first time I’d made it there since the day before we flew to OVFF, and I was quite pleased to discover that I have continued to lose weight. I am now down nearly 20 pounds from where i started, without *really* trying. One of my goals starting here in November is to get up on that horse and really stay on it, and see if I can find the lower side of 300 again before too long.
Saturday was mostly quiet. tarkrai came over in the afternoon and I went out to keep him company on some shopping errands he had to do. It’s vaguely amusing to me that I probably see *less* of him now that he lives 3 miles from me than I did when he lived in Michigan, but we’re trying to change that. We came back from shopping (where I picked up two copies of the just released City of Villains) and had a marvelous dinner of ham steak and sweet potatoes.
All in all, it was a nice weekend. When’s the next one due? 🙂
“The struggle is good. Being unsure of what God is calling you to is good.
Wrestling with angels and demons in the wilderness is good. Not knowing is
good. Being afraid is good. Being real and human and wanting truth so bad
that you can taste it is good.”
–Gordon Atkinson (Real Live Preacher)