I definitely need to go ahead and order those arrows. I ruined three of my good ones today. Why?

Because it’s the infamous “second day after,” and my body’s tired — hasn’t adjusted yet. So when I didn’t keep proper form, my string-hand would drop, and inadvertently “skip” the arrow upwards, including putting one over the fence and whacking into Rufel/Jonathon’s shed hard enough to permanently warp the arrow (unsafe to shoot). The other two are repairable with a drill and some butt-busting, as they were consciously aimed low, and hit a ground runner that snapped them at the head.

All in all, a very discouraging shoot. On the other hand, when I can keep the form and alignment, the arrows group. Hopefully in a few weeks my body will have adapted to the strain, and the war bow will be as easy to shoot as my 45-lb Crimean Tatar was.

It is my very great honor to be this week’s host of the Carnival of the Revolutions.

The quick description is here.

If you would like to have a story/link/thought on the subject in the Carnival this week, please send a link submission and short description to russnanna at ya hoo dot com, or, even better, use the handy Carnival Submit Form graciously provided here.

The stories need not be current (friends with stories from the Balkan Wars or from the First Wave of the revolution are welcome to post), and also need not be good news: it’s deep and serious business, and news of setbacks needs to get out too, so that we can learn from them… and slowly liberate the billions whose lives still hang upon a tyrannical whim.

From Winds of Change. What Al-Queda has done since declaring war in 1998.
Hopefully they’ll do a follow-up so that we can see, side-by-side, what we’ve done to them in the mean time…