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And some other things about Honeybadger
Apr. 4th, 2013 03:53 pmThe low, low level of injury. I mean, I have bruises and one scratch across my shoulder. But -- 44 acrobats, five days, no serious injuries. This is what happens when advanced meets gentle, and when all good practitioners are taught to be good spotters too.
The people who came from places with no community or a fractured/hurt community. Some of them felt kind of alone, trying to figure out why they care about such a strange hobby when nobody else seems to, and being with other acrobatic folk was insanely validating for them. Some of them also came from a place where there's a schism in the acro community, and those people got to feel what it's like to be in a healthy one (ours is one of the best right now, it seems. We have only small stresses, and some strongly dedicated people, and a culture of spotting well. Traveling teachers always notice the last one especially).
It was cold, icy and muddy, and and the caterers had no idea how much athletes eat; there was always a struggle to serve us enough food. I ate cookies topped with as much peanut butter as there was cookie, and my own Redbones meat out of the fridge whenever they served a lot of bell peppers, and everyone else did similar things to make the best of it. The ceiling in the common room was too low for a lot of tricks (but it was warm in there, with four big sectional couches) and we jammed anyway. It was totally scrappy, sketchy and awesome.
We got to meet a guy who's moving to Boston from Seattle; Lux already posted about him in the FB group, and now I see why he's so special. He's smaller than me, but he based in the acro partnership that won the "overall best" award, and he can fly like a ninja too. We need to get him hooked up, see if he'll teach somewhere.
The people who came from places with no community or a fractured/hurt community. Some of them felt kind of alone, trying to figure out why they care about such a strange hobby when nobody else seems to, and being with other acrobatic folk was insanely validating for them. Some of them also came from a place where there's a schism in the acro community, and those people got to feel what it's like to be in a healthy one (ours is one of the best right now, it seems. We have only small stresses, and some strongly dedicated people, and a culture of spotting well. Traveling teachers always notice the last one especially).
It was cold, icy and muddy, and and the caterers had no idea how much athletes eat; there was always a struggle to serve us enough food. I ate cookies topped with as much peanut butter as there was cookie, and my own Redbones meat out of the fridge whenever they served a lot of bell peppers, and everyone else did similar things to make the best of it. The ceiling in the common room was too low for a lot of tricks (but it was warm in there, with four big sectional couches) and we jammed anyway. It was totally scrappy, sketchy and awesome.
We got to meet a guy who's moving to Boston from Seattle; Lux already posted about him in the FB group, and now I see why he's so special. He's smaller than me, but he based in the acro partnership that won the "overall best" award, and he can fly like a ninja too. We need to get him hooked up, see if he'll teach somewhere.
