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The Great Timothini?

I’ve been exploring magic as a hobby for about two and a half years now, though not especially seriously for most of that time. It began as a way to see how hard it was to learn basic sleight of hand (making something disappear and reappear to impress little kids), and at this point I’ve got a pretty long list of card tricks, half a dozen tricks I can do with my wedding ring, and a few other effects. I recently created a spreadsheet to help me keep track of the different tricks I know!

It’s gotten to the point where I’m asking myself why I’m doing this and where it’s going. Do I just want to pull out an occasional magic trick for friends and family, or am I after something more?

I don’t know that “professional magician” is a target for me. Definitely not right now. But am I open to taking magic as far as I took writing a few years ago, spending a part of my time doing it and making a bit of spending money on the side?

I’m not sure, and I’m not at the point yet where I need to make that type of decision, but it’s kind of fun (and kind of terrifying) to think about.

Almost as terrifying as this weird thing my wedding ring has started doing…

It’s Magic

A couple of days I noticed something weird about the 10 of Hearts in a deck of cards I’d just bought. If I grabbed both sides and pulled hard enough and fast enough… Well, watch the video and you’ll see what happens.

Okay, I confess, it wasn’t the card that was weird. It was me. But how did I get to be this way? Glad you asked…

A few years ago, Larissa and I went on a camping trip with some high school friends of mine on Vancouver Island. We had a really fun time, playing Bohnanza and walking by the river.

Just prior to that trip, I had–for reasons I can’t remember–become curious about how difficult it would be to learn some basic sleight of hand. I was probably thinking that it might be fun to make things disappear and reappear for my kids once I had some. (I don’t think Larissa was pregnant with Calvin at that point.) So I had looked up a couple of tutorials online, and during the camping trip I spent a bunch of time by the campfire with little pebbles in my hands, practicing making them disappear.

After that trip, I spent a bit more time learning a couple of basic techniques with playing cards, but my interest fizzled out before too long and I stopped thinking about magic.

Fast forward to May 2013. Larissa, Calvin, and I were at my sister-in-law Rosalynn’s wedding. During the reception, I got the idea to see how my young nieces would react to a bit of magic. I pulled off my wedding ring–it was the most appropriate object I had to hand–and practiced my technique a couple of times to see if I remembered it. Luckily, it was an easy thing to remember, so I crouched down and made my wedding ring disappear from my hand and reappear on my finger. The girls seemed to like it, and suddenly my interest in magic was rekindled.

Over the last five months or so, I’ve been teaching myself a ton of new tricks and techniques, picking them up from a variety of sources. When I’m watching TV I quite often have a deck of cards in my hands–or my wedding ring–and I’m doing the same thing over and over and over, and then asking Larissa to watch me do the trick for her and tell me where I’m making mistakes. She’s put up with me, very much to her credit!

At this point I’ve got maybe 20 different card routines or effects that I’m semi-confident in performing. (I even created a couple of the routines myself!) I also have a handful of non-card tricks, including some things that use my wedding ring, and lately I’ve been trying to expand my non-card repertoire some more.

I’m always looking for chances to practice my performances, and I’ve usually got a deck of cards on me these days (or if I don’t I’ve got my wedding ring!), so if you’re interested in seeing what I’ve been working on, all you have to do is ask!

League of Married Gentlemen: A Camping Trip — Am I Unworthy?

Larissa and I spent the weekend camping with some friends. Thanks for coming up with the idea, Dan, and I’m glad Nick and Jenny came along and brought their baby Isaac. We were at the Stoltz Pool campground along Cowichan River. It was a lot of fun. We had great food, including such camping staples as pancakes, hot dogs, and smores. We even invented smOreos, which is where you put a marshmallow and chocolate between two Oreo cookies (either before or after removing the icing; your call).

During the camping trip, I kept an eye out for any developing ring powers, of course. It’s hard for me to keep my mind off of what powers my wedding ring has to have given me. I really feel like they should have manifested by now. It’s been three-and-a-half months since we got married, after all.

Our tents all lined up in a row.

The first day we arrived, I thought I might be on to something. I only saw two or three mosquitoes, even though other people said they were getting lots of bites. But for the next two days, I was inflicted with my fair share of itchy bumps–thankfully not all that many, overall–so I don’t think my ring has granted me any insect immunity.

Cold water still feels cold to me, too. We went swimming (well, more like wading constantly against the current) on Sunday afternoon, and the water felt pretty chilly. It was a really hot day out, though, so it was nice to get cooled down. Then I sat on the rocky beach for a while and did some reading (I’m still working on A Tale of Two Cities), and my back got sunburned just like normal, so there’s nothing there, either.

At this point I’m really starting to feel like all of my leads turn out to be nothing, and I haven’t hit on anything solid. A few times over the weekend my ring actually felt loose, too, almost as though it was trying to slip off my finger. Maybe I’m not worthy of a ring power, and my ring is trying to abandon me!

I’m going to have to do something to make sure it never gets away from me. I think I know a guy I can talk to. I’m not ready to give up yet.