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CyberianTygre
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Country: United States
State: North Carolina
Metro: Durham
Gender: Male
Interests: Christian theology,
philosophy of science,
evolutionary biology,
science/speculative fiction,
strength training,
running,
tai chi,
kendo,
epee fencing,
archery,
Tuvan throat singing,
chant,
bagpipes,
cats and kittens,
great cats,
space travel,
Jedi and Sith lore,
computer gaming,
daydreaming.
Expertise: I have learned to be suspicious of the term "expertise" - but barring such caveats, I will say that I have some knowledge of Christian theology, somewhat less knowledge of the philosophy of science, and even less knowledge of the natural sciences.
I know far more about far more trivial matters.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
AIM:  CyberianTygre
Member Since:
10/14/2005
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| Since I am a geek, and more than just a bit of a nerd, when I lift I often imagine myself as some superhero (or super villain) associated with great strength or power. These are almost all male characters.
Kal-El.
Sinestro.
Victor von Doom.
There is one female character, however, which I will imagine myself as.
The Major.
I suspect when I attempt my 600 lb dead lift that I will have in my mind the image of her from this animation cel in all her glorious cybernetic might attempting to tear the hatch off a tank. | | |
| I admit it. I think violent femmes are pretty cool.
The cybernetic Major.
Auburn-haired Mrs. Peel.
Pirate Queen Emeraldas.
Black Mamba.
So it was not without a little satisfaction that I witnessed my cat (Akasha - as opposed to Lynne's cat, Shadow) fight for her life at the veterinarian's today. She was in what I call "I'LL KILL YOU ALL!!!" mode. A pair of falconer's gloves and a leather muzzle later and she got her vaccinations.
You go grrrrrrl!
She spent the rest of the afternoon curled up on my lap, sweet lil' killah. | | |
| I recently posted on Facebook that I was burning calories just trying to stay warm.
A friend commented: "Be careful with that - you get too cold, you start getting silly. Or sillier, in your case!  "
By warning me that I would become "sillier," my friend points out that I already am silly.
I generally take that as a compliment. And, from this particular friend, high praise.
I am silly because I am so very aware that the world is not. I have a keen sense of the seriousness, the sullenness, the sunkenness, of the world. I have a keen sense of my own sinfulness. I engage in a healthy dose of silliness to remind myself (and hopefully others) that the direness which lurks around the corner and the depravity which lurks in out hearts does not have the final say, is not the final determinant of what life is about and of who we are.
I do admit, however, that I need to engage more often in forms of silliness which point to whose we are.
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| It's the Christian new year.
At least for Western liturgical churches.
Is it a new year for Eastern Orthodoxy as well?
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| ...but I'm going to have the wienerschnitzel anyway here.
I'm also going to have a the baked brie with cherry sauce, a sweet beer, a good port, a great cup of coffee, and some fantastic creme brulee.
It's Lynne's birthday tomorrow, after all.
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