The Fighting TA

I had two odd dreams last night. In the first one I went to an class held by my old aikido teacher (this is from about 25 years back, so he must be either dead or very good by now). We sparred, and he got the better of me, even managing to defeat my killer t'ai chi sucker punch, though it did graze his cheek. Actually, this doesn't qualify as an odd dream for me, given that I have a tendency to get rowdy in my dreams, but the degree of physical realism was unusual. I normally don't have very tactile dreams, but this was all wham bam, thank you sensei.

In the other one, I had just been hired as a teaching assistant to tsenft. Given our diametrically opposed views on a number of subjects, that would be the kind of working relationship that could also end up in one of us being picked up and thrown on the floor, but in the dream we never got further than arguing about teaching schedules.

.:MOLLY:.

I received my author's copies of the first issue of .:MOLLY:. today. I always get an egotistical thrill about seeing my words in print, and it's been a long time, so thanks to chrome_kitten for bringing out a nice zine and bootsing my ego in the process!

Note: "bootsing" was a typo for "boosting", but I liked it, so I kept it. Mmm, boots me, baby, boots me!