Day: May 26, 2004

I’ve caught another one

The LJ meetup was this evening. It’s always interesting to meet new people that live on my block, so to speak. Internet neighbors, the people you know ever so well, but wouldn’t recognize on the street because they don’t have a digicam and therefore have never posted pictures.

I was picked up by   and . We laughed at my sodden soaked self for a bit, answering the door in an old torn balnket, pulling on clothing still damp from raindancing hours beforehand.

  , ,   &   were already there when we arrived.   arrived fairly soon after we did, and   showed up late as well, but welcome as always. She’d had a miserable evening and for the first time in my knowing her, actually looked it. Another fellow turned up, though he was a the other end of the table. The way the table was set, there was four facing four and we couldn’t really socialize with anyone two people away. There were the people immediately to our sides and that was it. Those in the middle likely had it the best. I was on a corner with Gavin, Zok, (who I am sure will be kind and remind me of his name), Rob, and briefly Dominique. I think I ended up talking most with Rob, a magician by night. He’s very smooth with what he does, very nice. It’s extra nice, I think, when you can follow every single second of the trick, know every movement. Then you know when someone is doing good work. You can see the slide of skill.

ps – links for those who asked for them:
– http://www.wulffmorgenthaler.com/
– http://www.andersmorgenthaler.com/show_videos.php?id=3&vid_id=10&quality=high
– http://markromanek.com/

broken in body

Well, I’ve done it again. Twisted my ankle trying to run. I will do it, I know it. Every three weeks or so I am an idiot and do it again. I walk from the skytrain through the alley what runs behind metrotown. No-one to see me fall behind the empire monolith, so it’s safe to experiment. I button my coat if I have it on, take a deep, slightly trepidacious breath and just go. One foot in front of the other, trying to fly again with broken wings. I got farther than last time, but I fell badly. I fell hard. My hands flying to catch myself, and feeling the crunchtwist snap. I knew I would. Pushing myself on purpose.  My ankle’s puffed and bruising already. I think this time it will be hard to walk on tomorrow. Adrian’s offered ice, but that would take away from it. I know I’m doing something stupid, something I shouldn’t do. I need my reminder that I can’t do that. This time I got farther.