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Ai Meilian's blog

The Social Hermit

Submitted by Ai Meilian on Sun, 2010-08-22 10:42

Had a thought which I just had to toss out to the blogosphere.

Off for a quick morning walk; pretty deep in headspace for a number of reasons. Chance encounter with a neighbor -- just an exchanged bright smile and happy wave -- helped pull me back down to earth and get me centred again.

Makes me realise that, while I most definitely need my alone time, my quiet time, my thought time... I no less need those connexions with other humans. Even on a fairly superficial level. So long as there's happiness and compassion behind it, it's good medicine.

Processing

Submitted by Ai Meilian on Thu, 2010-08-12 06:41

The last few days have been a whirlwind of extreme highs and abyssal lows, but things are settling down for me.  I'm once again at peace.  A lot of things have come into focus in unexpected ways; the pain was difficult, but it's been worthwhile.

I'm not going to delve into details here, though.  Those are private and between me and a few other people.  I'll just say this, share one piece of wisdom that came to me yesterday: in a healthy polycule, each atom can serve as a lens through which insight on the others can be gained.  (Though perhaps 'mirror' is the more apt term, as deep reflexion is involved...)

I've learned so much over the last few days.  It's mind-boggling.  Some of it consists of things with which I know not yet what to do; some of it is very immediately applicable.  I know the same is true for Tarra, the high school friend with whom I recently reconnected and in earth-moving ways.  We're both ready now to take a step or two back and keep learning from what we've taught each other -- and that's a good thing.  Growth is always good, even if it sometimes involves some pain.

Yeeaih, GenCon!

Submitted by Ai Meilian on Tue, 2010-08-03 06:16

GenCon is coming up!  I leave for Indianapolis tomorrow afternoon.

I'll probably be fairly absent online until next week and will likely miss things.  I'm already getting into that pre-travel semi-panic "Ack, gotta do X Y Z Alpha Omega Zayin Qoppa OMG" mode.  Laundry and packing tonight; planning to overnight w/ Pazi & Tess, so effectively I'm "on the road" as of latish this evening.

If I can figure out and comply with TSA rules and the like, I'll be bringing my laptop -- but GenCon is always packed and friends abound, and from past experience I don't get much "down time."  If anyone has something they'd like to communicate or share with me, jot me an email -- that way I won't miss it in the information overload that is blogs, facebook, and Twitter.

I'll be wishing everyone I know well in the meantime, and most likely enjoying myself whilst letting several background processes do their thing :)

Many, many thoughts

Submitted by Ai Meilian on Sun, 2010-08-01 09:21

I've been given a heck of a lot to think about over this last week.

Poèsa Vèndrïaní

Submitted by Ai Meilian on Sun, 2010-07-25 17:25

I've just transcribed the following from an ancient manuscript discovered on an archaeological dig in a house in southwest Minneapolis. I dare say, it should sound familiar even to the linguistically challenged.

'Stá briliga, e tòvas vïscas

Gyrïda et gimbal'da ænsa vago.

Ænmisas estï borogòvas,

E rathís momas abgràvïda.

 

“Cautsiòni de Javeròcc', me filí!

Maxilas qu'excèras, griffís qu'ænprèndas!

Cautsionï d'avi Jojova, e ignòrï

Dis Vandæprèndas frumiosas!”

 

Ir prènda il glaiv'vorpala,

Dertempas çerça d'ænimiçí mansoma:

Tor resta pres d'arba Tomtòma,

Sta portempas e longa pensà.

 

E, qu'æn pensida ir stada,

Dï Javeròcca, con œc'la flamba,

Venïda snoffera æansra di tulèga,

E burbèla qu'ir venïda!

 

Unsa, dúsa, tresa, quasa, para deshdï sylva

Entènda dïs crïs de bæstí:

Di mort' ir parta, e com se capa,

Ir revèna com aïra fèstí.

 

“Es tu vanquerï di Jaueroccà?

Venï a mea, filí ænfèsto!

Que dïa fròja! Callí, callá!”

Ir çortelà æn'se [… jòya.

 

'Stá briliga, e tòvas vïscas

Gyrïda et gimbal'da ænsa vago.

Ænmisas estï borogòvas,

E rathís momas abgràvïda.]