Destreza and Me (and you too if you're reading this).

About a month ago I interviewed a couple local guys who run a fencing school here in town.  It was a lot of fun.  I learned what it means to be a Maestro in the fencing world, the differences between classical and "sport" fencing, and heard some stories about some pretty awesome historical figures.  I also came away with about an hour and a half of recording which I ultimately had to condense down to that "15 Minute" piece for the News and Review. 

The only problem with the whole experience was that they let me hold a sword.  And wear a fencing mask with gauntlets.  And swing said sword at an actual living person (albeit a suitably protected one).

Before I knew it I found myself searching Wikipedia for more information about classical fencing, specifically Iberian fencing.  I was reading translations of old fencing manuals and flirting with the idea of starting an account on the sword forums.  I stopped making fun of my friend Tyson (who got me into this mess in the first place) and actually starting asking him more about swords and history and various 16th and 17th century fencing masters.  I even started pricing the class and the equipment and asking Lucy if we had anything really pressing to do on Thursday evenings (I can watch Fringe on Hulu, after all).

During college, my best kept secret was that I really liked swords and castles and knights.  I wrote my fantasy stories alone in my dorm room at night and pretended I was "cool" during the day.  After all, that stuff didn't get me very far in High School.  College meant I could be anybody I (thought) I wanted.

I've since grown more comfortable in my own skin and, over the past few years (much to Lucy's dismay, as she slowly realizes the extent of my lies) I've been letting my geek flag fly higher, inch by inch.

I'm reasonably certain that Eric and Puck (the Maestros) knew exactly what they were doing when they handed me the sword that evening.  They probably took one look at me when I walked in the room and said to themselves: "Oh yeah, this guy definitely read a lot of fantasy when he was a kid.  He probably even has a secret Dungeons and Dragons game on the weekends." 

So, to make a long story short, I'm now taking an Iberian fencing class on Thursday nights where I too will learn how to use a sword so that, if need be, I can someday defend my life and/or honor.  Or my family from zombies. 

Anyway, in all seriousness, I'm excited about this whole thing.  It's like getting a history lesson every week and learning a fun skillset.  The instructors are extremely intelligent and love what they do.  The syllabus they're teaching out of is one they are actually translating themselves from the original Spanish, so it really gives the feeling of being a part of an ongoing research project.

I'm going to be blogging about it more, so stay tuned.  It's about damn time this site had some direction anyway.





"I....am not left-handed."