Through the looking glass: A mirrored image flip screen twist top table tennis love affair
In the last installment of The Left-Hander, we announced that the October issue would be one of our biggest yet. With over five of our journo's being nominated for awards at the American Globo's this month it has been a hell of a week in the ediotor's chair.
That said, life keeps rolling and my work with the pen never ends. As i sit here now, in a dim lit room, i cast my mind back over 7000 years ago to when I was first born.
Picture me, standing in a small room. The walls evoke a true sense of the Baldwin family and the floor boards are an old oak, with a shiny lamination over their surface. I turn, take up a pen and at the same time punch myself in the face. It stings but I'm not upset. I stand there and feel my nerve endings bouncing and jostling like a bowl of ricies with milk freshly poured onto them.
I bend down and scratch at my knee as it itches but at the same time see a small white object in the corner of the room. I reach down using only my thumb and third finger of my left hand to pick it up. I release it into the palm of my hand and stare at it with the same curiosity you would see humans have at an art gallery. My limited knowledge of language or survival skills places even more importance on this white object as I give it meanings so as to believe my life may have purpose.
At the same time, my mother at the time comes into my room and yells at me. Roughly translated into english she would have said something like; Dog, dog, dog, cat, cat! Obviously this was 7000 years ago so it does not translate into much sense but the meaning is ripe. Ripe with age and lessons of truth.
Back to the story anyhow, as my mother of the time came in and yelled at me, I was startelled and dropped the white object against the floor only to realise that it did not stop upon impact but bounced back up!
From here I quickly concluded that all I needed was to assemble a flat surface (smooth), a net ( semi-rustic) and two paddles. Fortunately I had been playing tennis the week before and thought to use similer rackets only smaller.
And that, was how miniture tennis with white object was created. It was not much at the time but centuries later it became table tennis and is still wildly poular in China.
I myself am now 16 and still consider myself a student of the game, but i will never forget the year of 68 BC'
Yi un Chi