We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Put the youngest Bird Dog pup on the plane to Charlotte very early this morning for the Junior Olympics Tournament. (She does Foil - elegant, but millions of rules. It's like physical Chess.) Gave myself a little treat by taking the Queens-Midtown Tunnel from LaGuardia airport into Manhattan, and grabbed a bag of fresh hot bagels and some good coffee before heading back north to the serenity of Yankeeland. I do love NYC. Who doesn't? It is vitality, even at 6 AM.
On a Saturday morning at 6 AM you can drive up Manhattan to the 96th St. entrance to the FDR quite enjoyably, despite having to dodge wacko, reckless, seemingly insane or drunk guys in wheelchairs in the middle of 3rd Ave, disregarding the street signals. Had camera, but too dark.
Fencing demands a lot from your legs, your brain, and your spirit. The young 'uns all come back with some good purple bruises, so it's a wonder that the goo-goos haven't banned this "violent" game yet. In pitiful Euroland, at least.
Bruises = Life.
Well, this pup of mine is good at finding her way around new places - a handy life skill - having done Europe a couple of times more or less independently. When she goes to a Fencing tournament, I say "Return with your shield, or on it," or sometimes "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori."
Best post of the year, bar none. Normally, BD seems like such a calm and quiet guy.
"I want to see blood on her foil."
I particularly like the use of the word "foil". He could have just said "blade", but "foil" implies that she rammed the bastard all the way through. Don't forget to give it a big lift at the end, honey, and I'd highly recommend ultra-deep blood gutters.
Do épées have blood gutters?
On the other hand...
"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori."
¿Qué significa en Latín los "dulce" infierno? ¿Y es los "mori" su hija nombre? El descanso tradujo "and decorum been for fatherland", pero enteramente Traductor Universal estuvo mucho infeliz con su frase! ¡Perdón!
Or, if I may be so bold, ninyi si tafakari tumia Kirumi phrase barabara a little tafuna mpweke- juu??
Let's hope your Swahili is as good as our Latin. :)
Even though I usually worked 10 hour days, I always found time for "shared" activities with my girl. One of those activities was a once a week night class in the fencing arts. We had two great instructors! One was about 60 years old, one of those guys who stands about 5'6". His legs were so powerful he could rip it up and down that line in lightening speed! Years later, daughter had developed an aversion to high school athletic activities. She was in private school and field hockey did not appeal to her. Suddenly, one day I get a phone call: "ok, mom, you get your way: I have signed up for a sport". "Oh really? What are you doing?" "I am scoring for the boys fencing team. It is so neat mom, I am the only girl in the stands at the gym and the guys really have made me their little mascot "hee hee hee"". I raised a good girl--not a stupid one!
I used to fence foil, but I'm of the belief that electricity has killed the sport. Whereas you used to need to display a 6" bend in the foil to count a score (aka enough force to have run someone through), in my last tournament against West Point, someone scored against me just by flicking his foil over my shoulders like he was fly-fishing. My foil used to pass an epee weight -- I didn't win much but I left a lot of bruises. :-)
Nowadays I favor Fiore dei Liberi and toys like this:
As my brother likes to sing (to the tune of "that's amore"): "When your swords in your hand but you can't seem to stand, that's Fiore...."