(“That’s not soon!” she wailed.)
Category Archives: Blaggo Archives
(Click on each title to read the article)
Mounted Games (Bring Me a Sandwich, This Might Take a While)
(“To get on or not?”)
Maybe it’s a “guy thing”
(“Have you noticed how often Life Imitates Farce?”)
Dope Slap, Please!
(” . . . finding a way to self-clear your cobwebs in moments of extremis . . . “)
“I Don’t Understand!”
(” . . . a spontaneous gasp: ‘Ewwwwwww’ from the watchers.”)
Even Farther from the Madding . . .
(Continued from the previous post)
Take Me Out of the Crowd
(“Bachinger in the lead, with my friend dodging clods of mud kicked up by the horse ahead”)
Musica Universalis
(“The fact that it progresses the same way each time to its majestic conclusion heightens—rather than diminishing—the moment.”)
Yeah, A loaf of bread used to cost a nickel
(“Passier dressage saddle $210”)
Does your PB matter?
Peanut butter? No, in this case PB stands for personal best. Once again I want to
revisit the notion of why we go showing and what we get out of it. For a certain group
dressage IS showing, and showing means trying to win. For the moment we’ll set aside
the pathologies that develop when this segment of one’s character is taken to an
extreme. Other people show as much for the camaraderie they share with their
barnmates on a weekend of play and an escape from “real life.”