How To Disappear Completely

It's Nice to Scrape the Sweat Off and Be Clean...

Tonight at fencing practice I saw the best shirt ever. Now normally, I expect to see guys sporting shirts depicting "Led Zeppelin" or "The Ramones." This fencer, however, had a silkscreen, full-sized picture of Adobe Acrobat Reader. I didn't get close enough as we were jogging to read the version number, but this kind of shirt is not atypical of the McMaster Fencing Team, and the anecdote relates how marginal I feel in this science-majors dominated sport.

OUA regional preliminaries are coming up, so the A team got special attention tonight, to the neglect of us sad C team members. Fortunately, a more advanced fencer worked with me on step-lunge and some parries. He is a foilist that to the casual eye appears "socially awkward," but he does a good job of really explaining and re-explaining and re-explaining how a move works. Though not particularly popular, he nevertheless has the fundamental qualities (patience and clarity) of a good teacher. And since bouting with an advanced fencer is entirely a one-way street, I was grateful.

A fresh shower has put me in the mind for bed. Good night, moon.