an old journal entry: 2003-07-15 - 8:04 p.m.
Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 2:55 am
"2003-07-15 - 8:04 p.m.
I ran into my neighbour, for the first time, in the parking lot today. I was in full adventure gear, but just walking into the building. The neighbour is a dead ringer for indie film czar Jim Jarmusch.
"I've been watching you work that bullwhip..." he says. I'm dreading what he's about to say next, because I realize that his is one of the apartments that face the parking lot where I practice. "Man, all those moves you do, and the switching hands...", he mimicks my gestures, "It's like some kind of Western Tai Chi!"
Western Tai Chi?
"Yeah, and you look like you get quite a workout from it, and your moves all seem kinda paced out."
Really? That's so weird. I'm just practicing.
He asks if cowboys still use the bullwhip; I don't know, I'm not a cowboy. "Are you doing this for Stampede Week*?"
No. I just wanna learn something other people don't know.
"Looks like hard work, you're always sweaty and panting afterward." Actually it is hard work, I'm already noticing my arms getting bigger. Too cool.
Well, man, I hope I'm not disturbing you with the noise!
"No, no, it's fascinating!" He smiles, then adds, "well, as long as you don't whip me!"
No, I won't whip you.
...but if the Laundry Troll wanders within eight feet of me, I'm not responsible for anything that happens. I'm tellin' ya right now."
(*the Calgary Stampede is a big, yearly redneck festival, here in Canada, that I tend to boycott. It's half rodeo, half county fair, and entirely irritating).
I ran into my neighbour, for the first time, in the parking lot today. I was in full adventure gear, but just walking into the building. The neighbour is a dead ringer for indie film czar Jim Jarmusch.
"I've been watching you work that bullwhip..." he says. I'm dreading what he's about to say next, because I realize that his is one of the apartments that face the parking lot where I practice. "Man, all those moves you do, and the switching hands...", he mimicks my gestures, "It's like some kind of Western Tai Chi!"
Western Tai Chi?
"Yeah, and you look like you get quite a workout from it, and your moves all seem kinda paced out."
Really? That's so weird. I'm just practicing.
He asks if cowboys still use the bullwhip; I don't know, I'm not a cowboy. "Are you doing this for Stampede Week*?"
No. I just wanna learn something other people don't know.
"Looks like hard work, you're always sweaty and panting afterward." Actually it is hard work, I'm already noticing my arms getting bigger. Too cool.
Well, man, I hope I'm not disturbing you with the noise!
"No, no, it's fascinating!" He smiles, then adds, "well, as long as you don't whip me!"
No, I won't whip you.
...but if the Laundry Troll wanders within eight feet of me, I'm not responsible for anything that happens. I'm tellin' ya right now."
(*the Calgary Stampede is a big, yearly redneck festival, here in Canada, that I tend to boycott. It's half rodeo, half county fair, and entirely irritating).