Friday EDC No CLIII "Friday the 13th"

Or how it began, and then how things turned out.

There is supposedly something special about today’s date. The combination of a Friday and the thirteenth is generally considered ominous—if one is inclined to be superstitious. There are even specific terms for this. An intense fear of the number thirteen is called triskaidekaphobia. Try saying that ten times fast! If you happen to have a more specific phobia regarding Friday the thirteenth, it is called...

paraskavedekatriaphobia!

Damn, that can’t be easy to live with.

Friday EDC "Friday the 13th"

But Friday arrived this week, too. It is actually quite remarkable how we humans organize our lives around fictitious boundaries—everything from national borders to time itself. Trees, mountains, and oceans have no idea whether they happen to be in Sweden, Finland, or Canada. Nor do they care that we humans have taken it upon ourselves to divide time into seven-day segments—segments to which we attribute such significance that they almost seem to take on a life of their own. Who doesn’t dread an aggressive Monday or look forward to a relaxed Friday? Unless, of course, it happens to fall on the thirteenth.

It was difficult to sink the knives into the semi-frozen targets—especially since these Throwingzone Pathfinder knives have been ground down so much that they are now almost devoid of a tip.

Friday the Thirteenth Strikes

Today’s knify selection of gear was an eclectic mix: the fantastic "Tundran" from Swedish Karesuandoknivens and a pair of excellent throwing knives from Throwingzone called "Pathfinder." If you don’t believe me, I can point out that, for my part, these knives have already secured three UKAT World Championship medals. Add to that several Swedish Championship medals and titles. Long live French knives!

The Tundra was intended for the small, sharp wooden pegs I use to pierce the surface of my targets, which then serve as anchors for playing cards. As it turned out, that didn’t happen.

The weather was anything but cooperative. The temperature hovered just above freezing—much like an attack helicopter—poised to strike with full force, backed by the heavy fire of strong, gusty winds. It snowed intermittently throughout my two-and-a-half-hour throwing session. Eventually, I had to stop as darkness began to fall.

But the knife-throwing didn’t go so well—it really had a "Friday the 13th" vibe to it. Lots of misses and a fair bit of clumsiness. In the end, one of the targets even fell over. I’m blaming that on today’s date. Now, off to buy some pizza!

See you later!

/ J -don’t suffer from paraskavedekatriaphobia!

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