View of Turkey from the ISS Cupola
I didn’t accomplish much this weekend. That’s not a big deal, though, because rarely is my weekend goal to accomplish anything. My weekend goal is usually to not be at work, and do stuff that I cannot do while at work. I have an almost perfect record in accomplishing this.
I did accomplish a few things. I put a back on a wooden shelving unit I build to display my old gaming systems (NES, Super Nintendo, N64, Atari 2600, etc). It needed it for the simple purpose of hiding the tangle of power cords it was distractedly showcasing. It just looked bad. Of course while I had all these systems just lying about on the floor my son asked to play Mike Tyson’t Punchout and Duck Hunk on the NES. I couldn’t say no, of course, so this little carpentry job took longer than it should have.
I also changed a bulb in our garage I had been meaning for some time to change. And having accomplished this miraculous feat (it only took 1 of me to change this bulb) I got cocky and used the bar stool I was standing on to peek into a cupboard of ours. And promptly fell off the thing. Surprisingly, I didn’t injure myself that much. I think if ice hockey taught me anything it was how to fall without breaking anything of importance.
I was not able to accomplish any writing, which is a bummer. I was able to do a little bit of reading, currently working through the book
Liar, Temptress, Soldier, Spy: Four Women Undercover in the Civil War, which is quite enjoyable and will write about more at another time.
Onward to Monday, I suppose.
I came across this article on Wednesday and just had to share it here. It’s about Rey from the new Star Wars movie. About why she is important and how well her character was written.
As a dude, I don’t have a lot I feel I should add to this, other than I enjoy seeing diversity in characters in entertainment, and also since I have a daughter I’m excited for her to have characters such as Rey to watch.
When I was growing up, a 90’s Super Nintendo Controller wielding little brat, all I wanted was adventure. Slowly and resolutely I learned that there were terms and conditions placed on my participation. That there were compromises that needed to be made in order for me to be brought along with the lads on the quest. Stay quiet, stay nice, stay small. Find compromises. My childhood was full of loud, bright video games in which I had no place. I played the Legend of Zelda and imagined Link, the protagonist, as a girl. Caught the solid 150 Pokemon in 1998, you know. Named my boyish sprite Sarah. Compromises. I wrote stories where girls were adventurers because I couldn’t find enough of them in my own life – I still write these stories, to this day. Because I have been sick of compromising for too long.
Rey does not compromise, and is not written into this story as a compromise.
The article contains spoilers but is worth a look:
This morning, I came across this lovely J.R.R. Tolkien poem by way of the excellent blogger and writer Lindsey Mead.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
It’s that “Not all those who wander are lost;” line that really gets to me. To be honest, in life and in fiction I’d rather spend my time with those that have wandered a little bit than those that always knew their path. Though if I were to be perfectly honest, I fall more into the boring camp myself. If if helps though I would attribute this less to knowing something about myself and what I’m meant to do and more to a lack of courage on my part to wander off the path.
You can go more than a few minutes (seconds if you are around my age and on Facebook) without seeing an article or meme throwing the “kids these days” under the bus. It drives me crazy, to be honest. Well, it turns out it has been happening since Aristotle’s time or longer. I came across this pretty in depth discussion of what has been called “Juvenoia”.
Perhaps you will find it interesting. I did.
Well, the break for Christmas was…nice. It was nice to not be at work, though I wouldn’t say it was restful with two kids in the house. Plus, I had a headcold for a decent chunk of break and that just made me feel tired. But it was nice all the same, but now we’re back at it.
Here are some things that might I found cool that you might enjoy too:
Cartoonist Kate Beaton makes these lovely journal comics ever year and though I don’t know her, they are a joy to read. You should check them out. Click the link at the link I provided and then expand the comic in your web browser. They are a real treat, those comics.
Over the break I came across a BBC Four show on Netflix called Detectorists. It’s a comedy, but a quiet comedy at that. But the backdrops in the scenes are gorgeous as is the music, such as the theme song:
Well, that’s all for now. Back to the ole grind. These sprockets aren’t gonna make themselves. Yet.