Written By Macario
Jan. 17, 2021, 3:31 p.m.(10/8/1014 AR)
Been doing my research on the Ashford family. I have learned that some rumours are true, others exaggerated, but well, wait. No, no, I think most of the rumours are true. Hunting at night. Occasional naps in the kennels. Denying the existence of glassware while in the wild! Civility has its own definition from land to land, and house to house, and the only true civility that matters is proper glassware. It's not like I brought ornate wine goblets!
Written By Macario
Jan. 1, 2021, 8:06 a.m.(9/4/1014 AR)
Ghost stories are terrifying. And inconveniencing! Just the other day, I was flirting with a lovely leggy artist. She was blushing terribly, and that only encouraged me. There was a man standing next to her. I took him for a statue, he was so stiff, and his cheeks were also turning red. It seemed less a blush.
Anyway, I kept flirting with the seamstress up until she mentioned something about hearing a ghost the other day in their attic. I'm sure she was joking! She said that to the stiff man beside her. Come to think of it, maybe that was her husband? Anyway, an unimportant detail... the moment she mentioned the ghost, I was the one being stiff! I muttered and changed the topic about the weather.
Anyway, I kept flirting with the seamstress up until she mentioned something about hearing a ghost the other day in their attic. I'm sure she was joking! She said that to the stiff man beside her. Come to think of it, maybe that was her husband? Anyway, an unimportant detail... the moment she mentioned the ghost, I was the one being stiff! I muttered and changed the topic about the weather.
Written By Macario
Dec. 16, 2020, 5:59 a.m.(7/28/1014 AR)
It’s odd how a moment can impact you profoundly for reasons that lurked in your mind, but were never dealt with. The blood. The jarring way the news came. The loss of life. It threw me to another time in my past that I did not deal with fully. Worse, I ignored the tragedy. I’ve been erratic. Cursed with emotion. Looking for an escape. But I found a place of healing. I’m enamored by the strength found there. May you find yours.
Written By Macario
Dec. 13, 2020, 8:32 a.m.(7/22/1014 AR)
Mint and morality and the privilege of titles.
There are those among us that collect titles with as much vigour as they collect ships. At first I thought this was a silly fancy, but they reminded me the importance of earned titles. They do not define who we are, not truly, but they define what we are to society. Some roles are defined to us by birth, others by the time we spend committed to a cause. A legendary tailor will always be a legend, and though they might have other interests, that is the burden they have chosen. One, though, is born with noble titles. It is a privilege that is given by birth but earned through action throughout a lifetime. But imagine if a tailor could only have tailor children? What pressure would this place on the children to be the best tailors? That is the way of nobility. It is a short title, in terms of letters, but a powerful one we must live our lives to earn.
This all comes back to, of course, mint. A passing fancy of a certain lord has turned mint into a craze (maybe brief, maybe everlasting). We now have 196 different types of mint, and to collect them all, it would cost about the same as building twelve ships (I haven’t actually checked the math on this). So twelve ships worth of mint! That’s quite the escalation of a herb that, basically, grows like a weed. I hope others find the humor in this that I do, and that not too many gardens are ruined by this overgrown garden herb. That one store owner took a fancy and turned it into something great is a reminder of the importance of the system. One person’s interest has turned into a profitable endeavour. There are many benefits to this partnership between nobles and commoners. Just like with mint (seriously, I have learned all the benefits of mint, and wow there are many! They’re not just a drinks garnish as I originally took it for).
But somewhere between noble titles, vocations, and mint, there is morality. I have no answers here. Only questions. Doing the right thing isn’t always easy, but titles give us focus, and are a reminder to who we are to society.
There are those among us that collect titles with as much vigour as they collect ships. At first I thought this was a silly fancy, but they reminded me the importance of earned titles. They do not define who we are, not truly, but they define what we are to society. Some roles are defined to us by birth, others by the time we spend committed to a cause. A legendary tailor will always be a legend, and though they might have other interests, that is the burden they have chosen. One, though, is born with noble titles. It is a privilege that is given by birth but earned through action throughout a lifetime. But imagine if a tailor could only have tailor children? What pressure would this place on the children to be the best tailors? That is the way of nobility. It is a short title, in terms of letters, but a powerful one we must live our lives to earn.
This all comes back to, of course, mint. A passing fancy of a certain lord has turned mint into a craze (maybe brief, maybe everlasting). We now have 196 different types of mint, and to collect them all, it would cost about the same as building twelve ships (I haven’t actually checked the math on this). So twelve ships worth of mint! That’s quite the escalation of a herb that, basically, grows like a weed. I hope others find the humor in this that I do, and that not too many gardens are ruined by this overgrown garden herb. That one store owner took a fancy and turned it into something great is a reminder of the importance of the system. One person’s interest has turned into a profitable endeavour. There are many benefits to this partnership between nobles and commoners. Just like with mint (seriously, I have learned all the benefits of mint, and wow there are many! They’re not just a drinks garnish as I originally took it for).
But somewhere between noble titles, vocations, and mint, there is morality. I have no answers here. Only questions. Doing the right thing isn’t always easy, but titles give us focus, and are a reminder to who we are to society.
Written By Macario
Dec. 7, 2020, 10:13 p.m.(7/11/1014 AR)
I recently gifted a botanical wonderment to a dear friend. I hope I didn't go too far. Caring for things is a commitment.
It is a wonderful grouping of plants. I picked them myself. I fear that friend isn't taking good care of the plant, though. I hope I didn't push them into a commitment they themselves weren't ready for. And clearly they are not getting the help they need to care for the plant.
Might I sneak into their dwelling to replace the waterlogged plant with a fresh one? It seems the decent thing to do. Because if they kill the plant, they'd hardly be able to forgive themselves. Okay, well, maybe they'd forgive themselves just fine... but it would certainly be awkward if I showed up at their dwelling and the plant was dead. Or worst, we just ignore that the plant ever existed. That would be tragic.
It is, I should admit, a rather thoughtful gift. Mint is a perfect addition to any ship. You see, the problem with ships is the smell. Soaked oak. Sea. Wet fish. And mint pretty much overpowers all those smells. Plus, if infused with vodka, it ensures what they are drinking isn't entirely flavourless. Benefits all around.
It is a wonderful grouping of plants. I picked them myself. I fear that friend isn't taking good care of the plant, though. I hope I didn't push them into a commitment they themselves weren't ready for. And clearly they are not getting the help they need to care for the plant.
Might I sneak into their dwelling to replace the waterlogged plant with a fresh one? It seems the decent thing to do. Because if they kill the plant, they'd hardly be able to forgive themselves. Okay, well, maybe they'd forgive themselves just fine... but it would certainly be awkward if I showed up at their dwelling and the plant was dead. Or worst, we just ignore that the plant ever existed. That would be tragic.
It is, I should admit, a rather thoughtful gift. Mint is a perfect addition to any ship. You see, the problem with ships is the smell. Soaked oak. Sea. Wet fish. And mint pretty much overpowers all those smells. Plus, if infused with vodka, it ensures what they are drinking isn't entirely flavourless. Benefits all around.
Written By Macario
Dec. 5, 2020, 10:52 a.m.(7/6/1014 AR)
What’s the definition of good? At a high level, that’s an easy answer. But let’s expand the thought. What’s best for the greater good? To who’s benefit? The people? Which people? Our civilization is complex enough where there’s no one greater good. There are conflicting greater goods, and what might be deem lesser goods. I ask, because I’m working on a contract that defines the usage of a thing only for good. It’s a good contract. But I struggle with, how do we define good? There could be two sides of the same issue both for a greater good, but a different greater good. There could be an assumption that helping one faction will build a greater good, but it takes risk that might not always benefit the greater good.
So what is the greater good? Thankfully, as a lawyer, I don’t need to define this. I just need to work on a structure of mediators that are impartial to define the greater good in specific instances. That’ll work, right?
So what is the greater good? Thankfully, as a lawyer, I don’t need to define this. I just need to work on a structure of mediators that are impartial to define the greater good in specific instances. That’ll work, right?
Written By Macario
Dec. 3, 2020, 12:46 p.m.(7/2/1014 AR)
I feel guilty over a terrible deceit. It eats away at me.
I’m not one to notice men’s facial hair, but I met a man with the most perfect beard. It’s glorious, truly. And the man happens to be taller than I. And instead of taking that at face-value, I told an incredible tale about how a man elsewhere in our world has a better beard. Well, if I’m honest to myself, it was the other that came up with this story but instead of denouncing his insecurities, I encouraged them. Now I fear he will take to the seas in search of a mythological person with a nicer beard. That person doesn’t exist. It really is an exquisite beard.
I’m not one to notice men’s facial hair, but I met a man with the most perfect beard. It’s glorious, truly. And the man happens to be taller than I. And instead of taking that at face-value, I told an incredible tale about how a man elsewhere in our world has a better beard. Well, if I’m honest to myself, it was the other that came up with this story but instead of denouncing his insecurities, I encouraged them. Now I fear he will take to the seas in search of a mythological person with a nicer beard. That person doesn’t exist. It really is an exquisite beard.
Written By Macario
Dec. 1, 2020, 11:39 p.m.(6/27/1014 AR)
While I don't find myself particularly fond of dark corners of libraries, there's lots to be said about the law, and the battle between legal minds. Are battling barristers likely to die from a sword wound through the gut? Well, not too likely anyway, but one can't minimize the dangers inside and outside of the courtroom. Still, while fights might solve many disagreements, sometimes a good legal argument can be more satisfy. I mean, what's worth more, a pounding of a fist or the pounding heart of a lawyer arguing their case?
I ask you, because I've asked this question a few times, and you'll never guess the popular response? The pounding of the fist. Still... occasionally we can do things differently, right? Like trying a red wine instead of the usual white...
I ask you, because I've asked this question a few times, and you'll never guess the popular response? The pounding of the fist. Still... occasionally we can do things differently, right? Like trying a red wine instead of the usual white...
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