Yep, this just about summarizes my weekend.
16 March 2008
10 March 2008
The Mean Thing To Do
Last week at Bible study, I heard an everyday word used in a manner that I hadn't considered before. The word was "mean" as in not very nice. The word was used and tied back to it's statistical use, "mean" as in the expected value. The expected thing to do is for a person, when confronted by an unpleasant, normal situation is for them to react in a mean manner, i.e. not with kindness. The point being made, we were then told that our standard for behavior was not what the average person would do, but what God would do, to act with love and understanding, rather than in a petty and selfish manner. Our standard for action is God's standard, not what the world says.
Good stuff, practical, obvious, and challenging. Yeah, a little too challenging.
Recently I was invited to a game night at Spanky & Mae's house. At one point there were probably fifteen people there, but as the night wore down, we ended up with six, the perfect number for an Order of the Stick game. The group was Spanky, CJ, Shmendrick, Mae, myself, and Ben (sat in that order).
One of the things that keeps me from serious gaming, is well, serious gaming. I want to jump in and get playing, and 'discover' the rules as we go along, make it a learning process. Let's play. I think it is an acceptable form of game playing, Schmendrick, with his knowledge of gaming, game theory, and role playing, could probably write an entire book on the subject. Mae feels the way I do about games, and I think to a certain extent, so does Ben.
It is not the only way to play a game, however, and I recognize that. Spanky likes to know what he is doing before he does it, which is not just about games, but about life too, and I respect that about him. Schmendrick can be interested in metagaming and interpreting the rules. CJ likes to figure out what the limit of the rules are and push them. I was frustrated with the pace of the game in the same manner I get frustrated on the golf course with a slow group ahead of me... "sheesh buddy your ball has been sitting there for the last five minutes and you can't figure out what you want to do until you get up to it?" I'm not certain if this was in fact what was going on, let's face it, Order of the Stick is a complex game, the quick start guide is a dozen pages, and it was only the third or fourth time we played the game. So not everyone knew what there options were, and these people are all veteran game players, we all know to keep the pace going. So I carefully considered all these factors before making an ass of myself, right?
I got mean. I timed two times around the table, and it took a lot of time (yes I know how much time), and when it got back to me I moved immediately. The reason I moved immediately is because my options were extremely limited. Was I smart enough to think things through as to why it was going the way it was? No, I opened my fat mouth and berated everyone else for the slowness of play. Nice work.
Hindsight being what it is, there must have been four hundred ways for me to speed up the game without resorting to the methods I chose to use. I "kept score" when I timed the play, and I am pretty sure we have been told that love does not keep score, and these are some of my dearest friends. The pace of the game did pick up later, but it had more to do with time constraints than any stupid utterance out of my yapper.
So here is an apology friends, I could have handled that better, and should have handled that better, and learned a another lesson about learning other peoples wisdom and applying it before I say something dumb.
Good stuff, practical, obvious, and challenging. Yeah, a little too challenging.
Recently I was invited to a game night at Spanky & Mae's house. At one point there were probably fifteen people there, but as the night wore down, we ended up with six, the perfect number for an Order of the Stick game. The group was Spanky, CJ, Shmendrick, Mae, myself, and Ben (sat in that order).
One of the things that keeps me from serious gaming, is well, serious gaming. I want to jump in and get playing, and 'discover' the rules as we go along, make it a learning process. Let's play. I think it is an acceptable form of game playing, Schmendrick, with his knowledge of gaming, game theory, and role playing, could probably write an entire book on the subject. Mae feels the way I do about games, and I think to a certain extent, so does Ben.
It is not the only way to play a game, however, and I recognize that. Spanky likes to know what he is doing before he does it, which is not just about games, but about life too, and I respect that about him. Schmendrick can be interested in metagaming and interpreting the rules. CJ likes to figure out what the limit of the rules are and push them. I was frustrated with the pace of the game in the same manner I get frustrated on the golf course with a slow group ahead of me... "sheesh buddy your ball has been sitting there for the last five minutes and you can't figure out what you want to do until you get up to it?" I'm not certain if this was in fact what was going on, let's face it, Order of the Stick is a complex game, the quick start guide is a dozen pages, and it was only the third or fourth time we played the game. So not everyone knew what there options were, and these people are all veteran game players, we all know to keep the pace going. So I carefully considered all these factors before making an ass of myself, right?
I got mean. I timed two times around the table, and it took a lot of time (yes I know how much time), and when it got back to me I moved immediately. The reason I moved immediately is because my options were extremely limited. Was I smart enough to think things through as to why it was going the way it was? No, I opened my fat mouth and berated everyone else for the slowness of play. Nice work.
Hindsight being what it is, there must have been four hundred ways for me to speed up the game without resorting to the methods I chose to use. I "kept score" when I timed the play, and I am pretty sure we have been told that love does not keep score, and these are some of my dearest friends. The pace of the game did pick up later, but it had more to do with time constraints than any stupid utterance out of my yapper.
So here is an apology friends, I could have handled that better, and should have handled that better, and learned a another lesson about learning other peoples wisdom and applying it before I say something dumb.
07 March 2008
Jam Circle from Last Friday
Here is a video Matt made from the Jam circle last Friday at JNO. Nothing like seeing yourself on video to let you know what you have to work on. *smiles*
Go figure, I would be the guy with the bad dance posture.
Go figure, I would be the guy with the bad dance posture.
05 March 2008
There WAS a Picture from Last Weekend
Silly me, there was a picture from my exciting weekend at Truman State last weekend. I'd like to thank Steve for snapping this candid shot, now we know how I behave when I get into a college girl's dorm room.
...and all the better, I am clutching Eeyore.
...and all the better, I am clutching Eeyore.
03 March 2008
Dance Weekend with No Pictures???
At the behest of Omaha Jitterbug Janet, I went down to the 4th Annual Rock Ya Body swing weekend Truman State College in Kirksville, MO. It was great, good for me, and a bargain at any price (a phrase that confuses me, but I'll go with it).
Ben when down on Friday night, I went to Jitterbugs Night Out, Steve said he wanted to ride with me, so we made arrangements to meet in the morning and head down. We left at 1000 with only a fast food stop, and made it in four and a half hours. The campus was beautiful, even with the lack of greenery.
About the event: the entire weekend was $12 (not a misprint) and included three dances including a live band, several hours of instruction from Omaha Jitterbugs Brian and Josie, and lunch on Sunday. Since we got there at 1430 on Saturday we caught the last half two and a half hours of instruction, and both Saturday dances, and left after the Sunday instruction. The band, Deadwood, was a blues style band who was good, and might have been worth the cost of the weekend all by themselves.
About the scene: The dancers are wonderful, and quite adept at lindy hop, more so than the average Omaha dancer. Their styling was very cool, their footwork was solid, and they did lots of dips with the follows being very trusting. Although it seemed that Balboa was not part of their normal scene, they were quite adept at dancing close and played slow songs, which, guess what, I like a lot. The music was more blues and modern than we play in Omaha.
About the people: amazingly friendly and accommodating. I wish I had more time to spend with the people there and get to know them. I can be kind of shy, and I appreciate when I am forced out of my shell and meet new people, and then I find out how cool they are. Next trip down there will be a longer stay. I'd like to name more names, but besides Janet, there was Frankie, Becka, Krystal, and Amy who I danced with the most ... ladies, I apologize if you are not mentioned here.
What it all means to me...
I have to kind of laugh at myself. I've known I should get away from Omaha for quite a while, someplace totally different. Well I went and discovered something interesting: evidently I am a good dancer, charming, and women like me. I think my failures in life, and my failures at dating over the last few years have left me feeling undesirable. The people at Truman State were so easy going and kind that it left ME feeling lump-of-coal-to-diamond uptight.
I was half thinking on the way home that a complete change of venue, new city, new job might be in order. I doubt very much that is going to happen, but obviously getting the heck out of Dodge Street every once in a while can be liberating, and makes for really fun dancing too.
Ben when down on Friday night, I went to Jitterbugs Night Out, Steve said he wanted to ride with me, so we made arrangements to meet in the morning and head down. We left at 1000 with only a fast food stop, and made it in four and a half hours. The campus was beautiful, even with the lack of greenery.
About the event: the entire weekend was $12 (not a misprint) and included three dances including a live band, several hours of instruction from Omaha Jitterbugs Brian and Josie, and lunch on Sunday. Since we got there at 1430 on Saturday we caught the last half two and a half hours of instruction, and both Saturday dances, and left after the Sunday instruction. The band, Deadwood, was a blues style band who was good, and might have been worth the cost of the weekend all by themselves.
About the scene: The dancers are wonderful, and quite adept at lindy hop, more so than the average Omaha dancer. Their styling was very cool, their footwork was solid, and they did lots of dips with the follows being very trusting. Although it seemed that Balboa was not part of their normal scene, they were quite adept at dancing close and played slow songs, which, guess what, I like a lot. The music was more blues and modern than we play in Omaha.
About the people: amazingly friendly and accommodating. I wish I had more time to spend with the people there and get to know them. I can be kind of shy, and I appreciate when I am forced out of my shell and meet new people, and then I find out how cool they are. Next trip down there will be a longer stay. I'd like to name more names, but besides Janet, there was Frankie, Becka, Krystal, and Amy who I danced with the most ... ladies, I apologize if you are not mentioned here.
What it all means to me...
I have to kind of laugh at myself. I've known I should get away from Omaha for quite a while, someplace totally different. Well I went and discovered something interesting: evidently I am a good dancer, charming, and women like me. I think my failures in life, and my failures at dating over the last few years have left me feeling undesirable. The people at Truman State were so easy going and kind that it left ME feeling lump-of-coal-to-diamond uptight.
I was half thinking on the way home that a complete change of venue, new city, new job might be in order. I doubt very much that is going to happen, but obviously getting the heck out of Dodge Street every once in a while can be liberating, and makes for really fun dancing too.
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