Sunday, April 20, 2003

The last snowdrift of the season

I'm currently selling two items on eBay: a brand new French Country Diary datebook in hardcover (never used), and a used video of Benny & Joon. Both are in excellent condition--stop over and take a look for more info, or to bid.

Yesterday at "Scurvy Squirrels", the Colleges of Nordleigh's event, I was enrolled in the Order of the Silver Snowdrift, Nordskogen's Baronial order for those residing outside the Barony but providing service to it. Here's my scroll text (from an absolutely gorgeous scroll illuminated and inscribed by Lady Flori):

All shall know that we, Rodrigo and Khadijah, Baron and Baroness Nordskogen, recognize that Eliane Halevy, though not a dweller in this Barony, yet has done great service thereto, and is therefore enrolled in the Noble Order of the Silver Snowdrift. Done this nineteenth day of April, Anno Societatis XXXVII. [Signed] Rodrigo, Khadijah

I'm still trying to figure out what I did to deserve this. I spend a fair amount of time in the Barony, yes, attending events, visiting friends, and coming to the occasional Wednesday night Baronial meeting just to say hi to people. Baron Rodrigo told me, as I knelt in Court, that he knew I had been washing dishes after Feast at "Don't Drink the Water" last weekend. This is true, but I didn't do it out of a desire to help; the event was held at the same site where my first 12th Night was held, and I was feeling tired and out-of-sorts and having flashbacks to that event, how lonely and disoriented I was, etc. After a feast where I didn't know anyone at my table and couldn't summon up my usual chatelaine-like chattiness, I finally charged into the kitchen and told Owen, "Put me to work, I can't stand this anymore." Once I got my hands into the dishwater, I felt a little more productive and normal. The fact that the Prince and Baron, shirtless, came shortly thereafter to add their hands to the dishwashing effort had NOTHING whatsoever to do with my rising cheerfulness level that night, I assure you. ;)

I was very touched by this honor, and doubly touched by the gorgeous scroll and the cheers of my Tor Aerie friends, in their pirate caps, as I stood and smiled my way back to my seat. I am a very lucky person.

Wednesday, April 09, 2003

or, They took my cloak from me

I found a nice text in the liner notes of My Fayre Ladye by Lionheart, which I got at their concert last Friday night. (I highly recommend them, by the way. They have a calm and polished style, very ecclesiastical, not at all like the Minnesota boys I heard a few weeks ago--not that I could choose between the two groups if I had to; they're like two sides of the same coin. This CD is lovely, and so was the concert of works primarily by Palestrina, but I prefer this CD because Palestrina kind of all sounds the same to me after awhile. What can I say, I don't have a drop of Italian blood in me.)

Anima mea liquefacta est ut dilectus locutus est: quaesivi et non inveni illum, vocavi et non respondit mihi. Invenerunt me custodes civitatis percusserunt me et vulneraverunt me; tulerunt pallium meum custodes murorum. Filiae Ierusalem, nuntiate dilecto quia amore langueo.

Things might be a little quiet on this webpage for a little while. I'm going to try only writing when I feel like it. For a long time I've been pushing myself really hard in life, and then blaming myself when I fall short of what I would have liked to accomplish, regardless of why. I might need to give myself permission not to try so hard, even if it means some things go by the wayside for awhile.

If you get bored with what's on this page, click through to the link in the 4/2 entry below, and enjoy some beefcake!

Wednesday, April 02, 2003

Cotton candy and...cheesecake!

How could anyone be sad with photos like this one to look at? This is what happens when I miss an event, apparently. Men start taking off their shirts and doing dishes. Maybe pigs flew too. I wouldn't know. I wasn't there. *thbthbthbthbthb*

Awww, lookit our Prince and King suckin' in their tummies. What could be cuter? Anyway...

I'm a little more alive today. Don't worry about me.

To switch gears on you, I have a rant. April Fool's has taken a disturbing turn this year. People seem to find it necessary to fabricate documents that look official, but are not--their attempt at subtle dry humor. Some guy put out a detailed, humor-free proposal for an SCA Barony built out of the membership of the Middlebridge, also known as the Middle Kingdom e-mail discussion list. Anyone with any substantial SCA experience, coupled with a wary eye towards the date in the message's headers, can tell it's fake--it would have to be; such a thing would never fly with the SCA powers-that-be, and the writer has enough SCA experience to know that.

Thing is, there isn't anything funny or interesting about the proposal. He doesn't talk about the sense of community or common interests that have inspired the proposal, give ideas for who might be Baron & Baroness, suggest formats and award possibilities for the very first online Baronial Court, or any of the things that might have served as opportunities for subtle humor or entertainment.

Mainly because it wasn't funny, several people took it seriously and are debating on one of the lists that I'm on, over whether it could ever happen. The effect of this sort of message is to spread confusion and misinformation...and you can guess how I feel, as a librarian, about confusion and misinformation. They make my job harder.

Another example is the lists of "fascinating facts", all completely undocumented and many going against basic principles of science, that often filter through the e-mail community. I've received other similar lists in the past, but got three copies of the same list from various friends and listservs, between yesterday and today. (One person even prefaced it with, "Look when I'm sending this...", which didn't really help because she sent it April 1, but I didn't read it until today.)

This one's called "Fifty Amazing-but-True Facts!" and contains such gems as:

  • "Because of their unusual shape, Hershey's Kisses contain more calories per ounce than the same amount of chocolate in other forms" (yeah, and they weigh more per ounce too!)
  • "Children conceived on airplanes never suffer from motion sickness" (I'd sure like to see how they conducted the medical study that documented THAT one. "Dear sir or madam, we understand you will be having a baby soon. Did you perchance join the Mile High Club when you conceived your little one? We will need to have a copy of your boarding pass as well as your signed affidavit that you did indeed have intercourse while the vehicle was in flight. Oral sex does not count. Please have your child come in for yearly motion sickness tests on every birthday. These will consist of being driven to Columbus and back in stop-and-start traffic while eating blue raspberry cotton candy and reading Nancy Drew mysteries.")

It's obvious to me that these are fraudulent "facts", but they're written in exactly the same rah-rah hi-kids betcha-didn't-know tone that trivia books for kids have used for years. Those books didn't cite their sources either, so why would we ever expect citations for an e-mail like this? We wouldn't. But the ordinary non-librarian person might be inclined to believe them even so--and someone uneducated might never even question them.

Ah, but I'm showing my pessimistic side. And I'm suddenly hungry for blue raspberry cotton candy. Pardon me while I run across the street to Family Video for a bag. (You know, our society is full of conveniences unimaginable in many other, I'll save that rant for another day.)

Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Plugged up and weighted down

Not a good thing, having a cold five days before the choir concert. It just doesn't bode well. It's all stuck in my nose right now, but I have a history of colds that start in the nose and descend into the throat. And I'm not getting enough sleep lately.

Not that my voice is really what I'm worried about right now. If I can't sing on Sunday, I can't sing on Sunday, and no amount of guilt-tripping on the part of the conductor is going to make it happen. I have other things to worry about, and no energy to worry with, and I still have to keep going and working and arriving places on time and being cheery to the world.

It's moments like this that I think, thank G-d I don't have children or a husband to disappoint with my lack of energy and mood swings. But maybe having someone else around to focus on would help. I don't know. I don't know anything this week. If I can just continue to plod ahead I'll be all right.

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