From oasis to oasis in this desert of time.

I bought a house with my wonderful wife, furnished it and moved in.  It’s a beautiful three-bedroom in a sleepy little vale that can’t decide between rural or suburban.  The house has an extended garage, within which I’ve cobbled together a nascent dojo and plunged back into Starting Strength.  My boy Graham joined me after about a week, and we’ve got a lot of muscle-shredding momentum.

My senior year started about six weeks ago.  There’s a heavy emphasis on cultural anthropology now, and my head is swimming with social theory.  I synthesized a wonderful, golden idea that I’m going to build a special problems course around: a literary research project and hopefully another undergrad publication.  My mentor has been very encouraging.

I competed in my first fencing bout today, AND it was against an experienced fencer, AND I won.  I scored the first touch, then got knocked down 1-4.  Came back to score four points solid to win 5-4.  Although it was hella chaotic and I was unsure who scored half the time, it was very reminiscent of kung fu sparring.  Overall I’m in a competitive space: I’ve been playing chess lately too.  Combat in black and white.  Culture in binary.

Interpersonal war came and went.  I left the wounded on the battlefield, not without remorse.  Have you ever had to kill something to bring it to life?  Deny something to make it real?  I know I’m being cryptic, which is ironic.  I will have to leave this mysterious for now.