Curious, Curious, Curious...

The most curious thing happened at lunch yesterday; I was sitting eating my lunch with the rest of the Operations staff when I noticed a pretty girl across the room - while a pretty girl is hardly worth mentioning what left her in my mind was the fact that she was completely blind.

She looked to be somewhere between 17 and 20 and had a face of innocence; she was vulnerable but had faith that she would be alright if she trusted others. She smiled as she walked with her bag and cane; hers was a simple smile - it was impossible for her to know when or how one 'should' smile so she simply smiled out of instinct.

Her hair was long and unadorned- it was a simple flow of auburn and chestnut which moved with her as she walked. Her hair was pretty; if she had made efforts the result could have been disastrous but her faith in simplicity left it lovely.

I never looked clearly at her eyes- her long hair repeatedly drifting across her face. The few glimpses I did recieve showed me that her blindness was not a result of some deformity of her eyes; for her eyes seemed reasonably pretty. They were like two blue-grey droplets which served merely as ornaments to her; they were lovely but without spirit.

She made me think much about the nature of beauty and the beauty of nature. I will sleep on the thought again and post further on her. If you read this then think- would you date someone who was blind? Would you love them?



Cheers,

Playing with knives

By this time next year I plan to start learning the proper usage of two new tools; straight razors and swords. Once I get to Ottawa for university I'm signing up for fencing with the "Excalibur Fencing Club" at Ottawa U, and I'm also going to try to track down a straight razor to shave with.

I've already learned that taking care of a straight razor is a lot of work; I'm still trying to get my 1914 "Autostrop" razor to be sharp enough to shave with (it's shaped kind of like a modern razor but you sharpen the blade instead of replacing it).

As for fencing; every little boy on earth played with some sort of a sword- it's some kind of primal instinct. The sport very interesting in that there appears to be significant amounts which can be learned from studying texts hundreds of years old and there are an infinite number of techniques to be learned. This all may soon drive me completely mad, but it's worth spending at least a few months on to see if it's my sort of thing.

Bah....it's too hot out to continue trying to think and type clearly, I give up.



Cheers,