Old School Mtg

Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. - Herman Melville My White Whale. Febrary 2013 : "At some point every year I spend a few moments to try to break Mana Vortex, still wi

I had a lot ideas for writing as I departed Casa Reindeer. "PastaCon" surely is one of the finest gatherings of Wizards there ever was, from kitchen tables circa 1994 to the Las Vegas Grand Prix's of latter days. As a Magic player I had ideas, even inspiration, when I left Zürich two months ago. But coming back to reality, a lot of reality suddenly came in the way of writing. Now, I love being on vacation with my kids. Wouldn't trade that experience for all the Alpha Lotuses in the world. "Dadgic: The Fathering" and all that. But hanging out with a couple of humans younger than five is still intense . A good way of intense, sure, but it's not like I end the day with a lot of pent-up creativity I need to push out in the form of writing. Nah, all the creativity I can muster for a day will be spent around 5 pm, after I've spent the last 11 hours pretending to be an over-enthusiastic pirate dog named Hannibal, or a blind octopus that can only swim in lav