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26
Nov
08

Colonial Firearms Geekery

I know that most of you are not interested in guns, but you really should take a look at this French musket and its details. The craftsmanship is truly beautiful, and the gun’s $10k pricetag is definitely warranted.

Now, granted, something more along the lines of this are more my style, but still, that is an incredible rifle.

18
Nov
08

Public Service Announcement

Know what I miss?

Crepes.

 

 

(yes, this deserved a blog post.  stfu.)
18
Nov
08

My town’s attempt at a sewer system…

Jindo's Sewer System

 

I wish I were kidding.  A few feet below that hole (there are holes about every 6 feet) is a stream that has been diverted to run under parts of the town, serving as a rudimentary sewer system.

16
Nov
08

The Personal Side of War

One of the things that has always fascinated me, as a reenactor, is the personal side of wars.  I have never been a big one for military history – I could really care less about the movements of the fronts, or why X offensive was a good or bad idea – what I care about is how those things affected the individual soldiers.  How did they feel about it?  What was going through their heads?

Where did they come from?  Did they have a family?  Did they volunteer or were they drafted?  Did anyone care enough about them to send them mail?  Did they have anyone to send mail to themselves?  Were they cold?  How awful was the food?

These are the things I wish I could know – the things one can only find out through interviews, or diaries, or similar resources.

So, when I see collections like this up for sale, it is always amazing (and tempting) to me.  I love looking at stuff like that to see what sort of details I can glean about a person, and having so many documents about a single person is a very rare find, and quite cool. I am not particularly interested in collecting militaria like many collectors seem to focus on, but I could see myself starting a collection of soldier’s letters, some day. I think it would be neat. They are usually so telling. I like to imagine that if everyone read letters like these, and had a better idea of the cost of war to the individual soldier, that there would be fewer wars. Maybe. Then again, most people, I think, prefer not to think about those things. It’s just easier not to face them.  That saddens me.

16
Nov
08

Is that my brain I feel oozing out my ears?

I have been recently feeling like my head wants to explode from lack of use. When I’m not intellectually challenged for awhile, I begin to get physically antsy. My get this sensation almost like humming, in my brain, like it’s screaming “USE ME! PLEASE!”, and it makes me a little twitchy, and more than a little…weird. I try to deal with the feeling by going out on what I call “high speed” walks – it’s not really speed-walking so much as just wanting to walk so fast that I am only peripherally aware of my surroundings. I find it difficult to think while sitting still, for some reason, and so when I can’t take the pounding of my brain against its walls, I find that it is best to get my own self outside my own less-metaphorical walls.

But, it only helps marginally. When I come back, the feeling comes right back, often worse as I am now physically energized as well. This feeling of being intellectually stifled is bad enough in the US (and I have felt this, to varying degrees, since I was a kid), but it’s even worse here in Korea, where I can’t really talk to anyone (and even when I can, I don’t exactly feel “challenged”). I end up sitting around a lot of the time outside the Family Mart (convenience store), watching people and trying to figure out things about them, or trying to predict what they’re going to do. Sometimes I play little games with myself, even, where I do things like try to figure out where a person is going, and then I try to get there before them, via a different route, without running, or I try to get from point A to point B while always in a situation where my shadow is in front of me via the streetlamps.  Things like that which require constant observation and reassessment are my bread and butter.

I have no idea why I do these things, but they really seem to be one of the only ways that I can keep from feeling like I want to bang my head against the wall out of a lack of stimulation. I sometimes suspect that this is at least partially the reason I generally prefer solitude over random company. Most people feel…odd…to me. Boring isn’t the right word; neither is characterless – I see characters in everyone. I think that uninspiring may be closer to the mark, but whatever the word I’m searching for is, it is a word which stands for a person with whom conversation holds little more intellectual stimulation than eating a ham sandwich.  I think I would enjoy the general populace much more if I didn’t have to interact, and could instead just silently observe.

I’d almost rather trade this for mediocrity, sometimes. I know that faced with that decision, I would always choose my current state – the world is so much brighter, more colorful, so much more entertaining – but, it definitely would be a tempting switch to make. I suspect that I would probably feel like a lobotomy patient, but sometimes as is, I feel like someone has the voltage on my brain turned up a little too high.

Anyway. Just some thoughts.

16
Nov
08

I have a new addition to my “must visit” list…

This is fantastically hilarious. You must look. Now.

15
Nov
08

“Boston, you’re my home…”

I really miss Boston.  I miss Massachusetts as a whole, really.

It’s kind of strange, but the prospect of living somewhere other than New England, much less somewhere other than Massachusetts, is sort of scaring me.  Frankly, I feel like running around yelling and flailing my arms.  Other than the Texan bits that I can’t seem to excise, I am very much a New Englander, and I don’t really know how happy I will be to be elsewhere.  New England, really, for those who have never lived there, is sort of like living in a different country.  So, moving out of New England is like being asked to move to another country.

I feel like I’m staring into a bit of an abyss, at this prospect.

Anyway.  Just some thoughts.

 

(title from the song Dirty Water)



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