The Palace Of Badminton

The Palace Of Badminton

When one is larking around with ideas, the ideas sometimes take their own route to completion.

In my senior year of high school, I played badminton practically every morning before classes. My playing partner was one of the most intelligent people I’ve ever known. I couldn’t hope to equal him at math or science or language (though we were close at the latter). At badminton, however, we were perfectly matched.

Naturally, this meant we had to destroy each other.

We explored various methods — beginning with increasing the speed of return, the height of the net, the number of birdies in play — and escalating into a kind of Calvinball of baroque and convoluted rules which borrowed liberally from soccer and ping pong.

Such a development between skilled, competitive players is inevitable and, once experienced, ruinously addictive. To every pursuit which follows in life, one brings an insatiable desire for the worthy opponent — the singular being who will force you to get better.

Find that person and go start a happy feud.


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  1. Calvinball is awesome. It’s so awesome, in fact, that it deserves to be called both baroque and convoluted even though baroque has convoluted as part of it’s definition – calvinball is multiply complex.

  2. Oh yeah, the little crane off to the side, very nice touch. I need to get back on the 3d wagon and start trying to model some of your structures, they’re very nice.

  3. ratchetcat,

    @saintneko – I’d love to see that. I kind of miss playing with 3d, but there were too many interruptions in the creative flow for my tastes. Maybe I will post some examples from my art school graduation show sometime soon, though.