I'm going to crash the party here in haq's node, because I'm a jerk like that.

And because I had a vaguely similar experience recently, although one much much much lower down the zen warrior slope than he describes in his writeup.

I tend to not drill with Italian steel like Haq, because I'm a Fudd. I drill with American steel and wood, born in New York State. Not because I am patriotic about where I source my gats (as a Jew with at least one H&K I have no leg to stand on) but because as a Fudd I have a visceral attraction to the .45 AARP cartridge and the 1911 platform - and that's the one I carry.

This time, however, I have the AngstGat (a.k.a. that H&K, a VP9SK, so DEUTSCHER STAHL) with the newfangled optic on it, and I'm working to get used to the thing, it's only the second time I've had it at the range. I'm trying to teach my

Being a true and honest transcript of my keynote of the same name at the 1st International Noder Symposium on Malarkey Studies

Int. Exhibition Hall. Day.

MUSIC: "Love Me Like You Do," by Ellie Goulding.

Thank you all. Thank you. Thank you for coming. Erm. Oh wait. That bit's later. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. Christ, this public speaking thing is

i want to share with you
something of myself
but you are so delicate
and i don't know my own strength

an earthquake, a flood
your teeth fall out
bones crushed into powder
the sky sings every day
of the great mystery of truth

the breath is a refilling
the lifetime is a refilling