Arlette (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} arletterocks) wrote,@ 2009-07-09 17:41:00 |
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Bang!
Novice shooter's class booked! (Why is it so much easier to book a class at the shooting range than a doctor's appointment, anyway?) I've been shooting before and loved it, but formal classes are incredibly useful. (See: the Motorcycle Safety Foundation weekend course, which promptly made me a better cyclist and driver.) (Note: Get motorcycle.) The .22 they use for the class isn't especially exciting, but hey, I'm there to learn, not to get a girl-boner from firepower.
Tonight's a documentary on Scandinavian black metal at YBCA, tomorrow's the SFMOMA party for the new Avedon exhibit and then grunt work for Sand by the Ton, and more Sand grunt work the next day. Sunday's shooting and then finally watching the Jeff Buckley documentary "Amazing Grace," which I've been waiting to see again since I saw it at Cinequest in 2005. Stuff, stuff, stuff.
I worry sometimes about being an experience junkie like I'm a music junkie — a couple of Zen lessons I've read about chasing new experiences kinda make me squirm in my chair a little if I think about them too hard. But when I'm alone, my head is a comfortable, quiet place, and that's my measure of whether I'm living right. It feels like an old leather jacket that's broken in just right.
I wish I could hand that feeling off to more people, but I'm not sure how many would sign up for it if they knew how much work is involved. And if I've learned anything, it's that you can't sucker people into learning.
But now, I'm heading to House of Shields with a Cory Doctorow book — on paper! I know, right?
Novice shooter's class booked! (Why is it so much easier to book a class at the shooting range than a doctor's appointment, anyway?) I've been shooting before and loved it, but formal classes are incredibly useful. (See: the Motorcycle Safety Foundation weekend course, which promptly made me a better cyclist and driver.) (Note: Get motorcycle.) The .22 they use for the class isn't especially exciting, but hey, I'm there to learn, not to get a girl-boner from firepower.
Tonight's a documentary on Scandinavian black metal at YBCA, tomorrow's the SFMOMA party for the new Avedon exhibit and then grunt work for Sand by the Ton, and more Sand grunt work the next day. Sunday's shooting and then finally watching the Jeff Buckley documentary "Amazing Grace," which I've been waiting to see again since I saw it at Cinequest in 2005. Stuff, stuff, stuff.
I worry sometimes about being an experience junkie like I'm a music junkie — a couple of Zen lessons I've read about chasing new experiences kinda make me squirm in my chair a little if I think about them too hard. But when I'm alone, my head is a comfortable, quiet place, and that's my measure of whether I'm living right. It feels like an old leather jacket that's broken in just right.
I wish I could hand that feeling off to more people, but I'm not sure how many would sign up for it if they knew how much work is involved. And if I've learned anything, it's that you can't sucker people into learning.
But now, I'm heading to House of Shields with a Cory Doctorow book — on paper! I know, right?
