Tonight we had our cell group. This time there were much fewer people; only about half a dozen. It was good, because I got to know each of them a lot better, and we got to have a good time going in-depth in our Bible study. The number of people seems to fluctuate quite dramatically from week to week. I’ve seen anywhere from 6 to 18 people show up on a night; I wonder if it will continue to fluctuate, or whether it’ll level off.
I like swords. I used to be in a fencing class, which was really cool, because I got to learn how to use a saber, but then the five-week session ended and I moved to Georgia. I say this because Dann has two broadswords hanging on the wall to my right, and if I’m not careful, I’ll bump into them when I’m sitting down or getting up. Or swiveling my chair around. Or just generally not paying attention as I flail my arms about in excitement over beating my previous high score in a video game. They’re sharp swords. That would make bumping into them A Very Bad Thing.
When Dann was in college, he and his friends would whack each other with swords made of PVC pipe wrapped in foam pipe insulator and duct taped together. I did it with them when I came back home over break. The highlight of my experiences with the foam boffers was when I whacked a 50-year old college English professor in the face. I went to bed feeling good about myself that night, I tell you what.
Some people who are really into swords take some form of Japanese sword martial art, like Kendo or Kenjutsu. Or else they just buy a katana and strike poses they saw in the movie, “Conan: The Barbarian” while they fantasize about knowing how to use a sword. I have never done this. I saw a guy with a katana at a Renaissance Festival one time and thought to myself, “Really, that just crosses the boundaries of absurdity. The boundaries are pretty flexible at places like this, but he just crossed them.”
I own neither a katana nor a broadsword. I do, however, own a very cool wakizashi (Japanese short sword, often used as a back-up weapon to the katana). My uncle gave it to me. He’s a very cool uncle. He was cool even before he gave me the sword, but he’s really, really cool now.
Maybe someday I’ll take fencing lessons again. They were fun. I mentioned I had taken some fencing at my cell group, and immediately, someone said, “That’s what we need to do! Take fencing lessons!” Maybe I’ll get some friends together and do it. I really would like to learn. Not like it would be really useful (like Judo or some other martial art), but that just makes it even more fun. Doing something for exercise and fun that has no other practical value – like racquetball.
I like swords. I used to be in a fencing class, which was really cool, because I got to learn how to use a saber, but then the five-week session ended and I moved to Georgia. I say this because Dann has two broadswords hanging on the wall to my right, and if I’m not careful, I’ll bump into them when I’m sitting down or getting up. Or swiveling my chair around. Or just generally not paying attention as I flail my arms about in excitement over beating my previous high score in a video game. They’re sharp swords. That would make bumping into them A Very Bad Thing.
When Dann was in college, he and his friends would whack each other with swords made of PVC pipe wrapped in foam pipe insulator and duct taped together. I did it with them when I came back home over break. The highlight of my experiences with the foam boffers was when I whacked a 50-year old college English professor in the face. I went to bed feeling good about myself that night, I tell you what.
Some people who are really into swords take some form of Japanese sword martial art, like Kendo or Kenjutsu. Or else they just buy a katana and strike poses they saw in the movie, “Conan: The Barbarian” while they fantasize about knowing how to use a sword. I have never done this. I saw a guy with a katana at a Renaissance Festival one time and thought to myself, “Really, that just crosses the boundaries of absurdity. The boundaries are pretty flexible at places like this, but he just crossed them.”
I own neither a katana nor a broadsword. I do, however, own a very cool wakizashi (Japanese short sword, often used as a back-up weapon to the katana). My uncle gave it to me. He’s a very cool uncle. He was cool even before he gave me the sword, but he’s really, really cool now.
Maybe someday I’ll take fencing lessons again. They were fun. I mentioned I had taken some fencing at my cell group, and immediately, someone said, “That’s what we need to do! Take fencing lessons!” Maybe I’ll get some friends together and do it. I really would like to learn. Not like it would be really useful (like Judo or some other martial art), but that just makes it even more fun. Doing something for exercise and fun that has no other practical value – like racquetball.
posted by Mark at 2/05/2004 11:54:00 PM
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