September 12th, 2005

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Math and Swords

I solved a proof! I solved a proof!

I solved my first proof since ninth grade geometry. Until five minutes ago I was seriously feeling like I wasn't smart enough for high level math. It's nice to be wrong.

In other news I'm delightfully overdoing dancing. Sarah convinced me to go to the SCA meeting today where I ended up signing on to a weekend long dancing event. English folk and country, here I come. Then later tonight Maryam convinced me to come learn bellydancing with her. This is much exciting, especially as it paves the way for Moroccan sword dancing and Egyptian cane dancing. *glee*

Incidentally, I think I have a new part of my evening routine. Just prior to starting homework I went outside and practiced sword katas and cuts. It was extremely meditative and really cleared my mind. This should be a regular thing.

In the Art of Peace, a single cut of the sword summons up the wondrous powers of the universe. That one sword links past, present, and future; it absorbs the universe. Time and space disappear. All of creation, from the distant past to the present moment, lives in this sword. All human existence flourishes right here in the sword you hold in your own hands. You are now prepared for anything that may arise.


Oh, and even more excitement: there's east coast swing (jive and jitterbug) and waltz in Madison on Friday. Iris is coming! Jesse is coming! Maryam is probably coming, and Zee and Justin may be coming! Yay dancing posse of happiness!
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Meme game

You remember the picnic game from when you were little? We're gonna try that. Take it, copy it, add to it, put your handle at the bottom, tag the next person (try not to tag the same person twice).

I'm going on a picnic and I'm bringing androgynous albino ardvarks.

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Dangerously Pleasant

Oh man Monday night drinking you so may or may not be the plan but I'm decidedly non-neutral about you.

So last year The Round Table (Beloit's student paper) ran a column by Bjorn Severson that was a weekly whiskey review. Well I decided this year that I wanted to copy edit for the paper, but when I go to the meeting their discussing whiskey review and what they'll do to replace it. Should someone else review whiskey? Should someone review a different type of alcohol, rum perhaps? I stay quiet. Then I get an idea. At the end of the meeting I go talk to Caroline, the editor.

My proposal: drink of the week. She loves it. The features people love it. So I have a regular column. Given that I have no class on Tuesdays I go home fix myself a Long Island iced tea, my first column topic. I'd forgotten how powerful they were. Tasty but powerful. So I go outside, sit under a tree, and listen to Rookie and Sarah and Sabrina play Irish music. It was a good evening.

In other news I joined fencing club. Hooray for learning distance and timing!