Mostly very nice weekend. I was amazingly tired after all the ruckus at work with the Troublemaking Paranoiac coworker. I'm so glad our department has our new supervisor - it'd been feeling like I was shouting down an empty well this past year.
I went to the guild meeting on Saturday morning with pal Tien. I had earlier met her at the Embarcadero, where, on route to the Ferry Building, I'd been startled by and subsequently assaulted by an indigent person jumping out from behind a construction wall and roaring and screaming in my face, before he physically slammed me up against the construction wall several times while continuing to scream into my face at close range. (*not* easy to do to someone my size, but he was actually a head taller than me and just...immense.) His breath was probably the worst breath I've ever smelled! I expected that he was going to keep beating me, but then, surprisingly, he let me go, laughing a very 'madman' laugh (and I don't mean the series) and running away shrieking with hyena-sounding laughter. Somehow, I had managed to control my impulses, and had not hit him back. Maybe all these years of working with the mentally ill have rubbed off on me. I'm not a clinician, but if I had to guess, I'd say he was floridly psychotic and also 'enhanced' with substances. I decided that I felt okay and so just went to meet up with Tien, but by the time we were driving over to the guild I started feeling a delayed reaction, feeling like a mixture of understandably primate-y anger and dread. I sat silently with this, and everything turned out all right. But the experience really shook me up. Later, at home, I found that I could not stop my hands from shaking, and this went on for a couple of hours until I just took a nap. When I woke up, my hands weren't shaking anymore.
The guild was fun enough, and someone in charge of refreshments had brought an incredibly delicious tapenade-like spread made of goat cheese and beets and garlic, which really restored me along with a cup of tea, and convivial weavers around me.
The program was excellent, despite our guild's projector's malfunctioning. But the speaker, Mari Yamaguchi, the expert on the bast fibers of Japan and Southeast Asia, didn't miss a beat. Informative, charming, and mesmerizing to hear, and well organized, she was a rock star. She showed us some amazing things, including banana fiber cloth from Okinawa, and a whole kimono-type robe woven of elm bark bast (from the Ainu) and decorated with indigo-blue-dyed bands of handspun/handwoven cotton tabby.
Additionally, I spent more time studying damask and drawlooms this weekend (alas, though with neither damask nor drawloom available). I did have several great leaps forward in my understanding of the structures of damask, lampas, and beiderwand this weekend, which I'm really glad for.
Still waiting to hear from AVL. I continue to dream about my Compu-Dobby!