It’s pretty freakin’ hot in the office. It was 27°C* by the time I left today at lunch. I borrowed a friend’s desk fan, and I think I’ll be buyin’ one tonight. Man. Can’t wait for summer! ________________________ * In the neighbourhood of 80°F.
…but my WordPress had to be reinstalled. I don’t have time to troll the logs right now, but I’ll have a look tomorrow and see if I can figure out what’s up. Enjoy the new/old look; it’s probably gonna change before too long.
So I went to the judo club today, for a two-hour review of my blue belt and brown belt throws (at some point I’ll be grading for my brown belt; I’m not sure if it’ll be this spring or next fall), and then after that I went and did some shopping. I bought a short-sleeve …
I went for my first bike ride of the season just now. I pedalled till I ran out of dry land. Honest. More photos here. And now I’m off to the Evans.
…try to avoid going to Montana’s. Why? Oh, no reason.
…of which I am especially fond. Thirteen Things about Patrick Johanneson Tachi-waza, or standing techniques Hane-goshi, or the “Springing Hip Throw”. Fast, and efficient, and you don’t have to turn your back to your opponent. De-ashi-barai, “Advancing Foot Sweep”. There’s a subtle trickery to this one that appeals to me, a subverting of expectations when …
…I saw a pair of horse-drawn carriages coming down the street. They pulled off, into a parking lot, to let the traffic behind them go by. Inspired by Rob Cockerham’s motto (“Always bring your camera”), I snapped a couple of photos, presented below for your edification. No, I don’t know where the carriages were going. …
This one came to me yesterday on my way home at lunch. I’ve written the first 200ish words, but I don’t yet have a satisfactory ending. Everyone in the entire world sleeps a deep, 24-hour sleep, and experiences the same dream. When they awaken, night has been banished forever. Someone or something has turned the …
So I’m going to have to put my current project on the back burner for the time being. I need to do a lot more research, it looks like, before I set a story aboard a 17th-century ketch. What with being a child of the landlocked prairie, growing up in the late 20th-early 21st centuries, …