In one form or another I’ve had that “Ninja Pencil” blog theme kicking around in various guises, initially as the term used to relate to artwork I was trying to promote. But now I’m not there any more, I’m here, a few years later, and so I’m bidding the ninjas farewell and going to train under the warrior monk Lu-Tze, from Terry Pratchett’s Thief of Time. I obviously can’t stop thinking about time-travel. Pratchett and Star Trek are equally responsible. And maybe Galactica, with their jump drives and FTL technology. I think if I need to get serious about my writing, I need to start channeling JJ Abrams or Gene Rodenberry in my pre-scriptionic meditation rituals. And if I can channel the Great Bird of the Universe, then I’m gonna start channeling Robert Johnson, Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, Charlie Parker and Cliff Burton when I play guitar, and Jerry Goldsmith when I write music.
I joined the local YMCA a few days ago, and the place is great, not to mention yuge! They’ve got a big indoor rock-wall which I’m dying to try out, and they have induction sessions which I plan on attending pretty soon. So yesterday I swam for the first time in forever, getting to about 750 or 800 meters before they closed at 2. I wanted to keep going, so instead I sulked in the steam-room for about forty five minutes. It was most traumatic. And then, for consolation, I met a friend for beers at Dave’s on Post Road in Warwick. Yesterday was fun. This weekend, I am doing as little as possible.
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