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July 25, 2007

More on The House.

It looks beautiful, lots of gumwood, never painted. The house and foundation are in good shape. The kitchen badly needs a remodel, the pipes are mixed, only one bathroom. One bathroom!

The heating system? Condemned. Coal-converted-to-gas, emits fumes, Keith says, "we had to open a window" to run it, and "the Jack Russell terrier would jump bark out the open window," and there is only one register, in the middle of the hall. No ductwork. Keith is a piece of work.

$8000+ to replace the antique heater with modern, adding ductwork, or perhaps radiant heat tubes, powered by the MiniMunchkin on-demand gas heater.

$7000+ -- The electricity is 100A, a spaghetti mess, some knob and tube wiring, some homeowner's nightnare, the grounded outlets poorly wired by the current homeowner, who admits it is a crappy job. The electricity must be updated, immediately, to ground the whirlpool bath!

That 70s whirlpool bathtub, the circuit is UNgrounded, so one risks death with each bath. Ironix!

Some foundation piers rest on bare dirt!!

Partial earthquake bolting, another $1000.

$10k The end-of-life roof must be replaced. I will consider solar panels, but, blessed with too many trees, the shade probably occludes and precludes summer solar harvesting.

The Koi pond is all algae, and must have a waterfall for aeration. Now! The koi can't breathe!

A root grew through the foundation wall into the basement! It may not be dry down there.

$8k My building inspector warned I'd better have a camera down the sewer, or I would be surprised by an expensive sewer replacement.

The house was on the market for 240 days; one bidder "dropped out" a day before the inspection contingency ended. Another buyer couldn't sign off their previous house sales's contingency. It has a long sales history.

One bathroom, needs so much work. Small garden bedrooms...

I do love the house, the location, the neighbors.

I can do wonderful things with the garden.

Mars Rover, and Love.

The scientists working with the Mars Rover all love "it." They view it as a pet who turns its head and WOW! a stunning vista is revealed. They are upset when it suffers injury -- the loss of an antenna, or a direction. It only rolls backwards, poor thing!

On Earth, we are working on defining loveable FEATURES such as wide-set eyes, and submissive/dominant behavior modes. Extraterrestrial, we know that looks don't matter as much as output. Output is sexy.

The Mars Rover woman, a NY grad student, is so enthusiastic about being here in California, visiting NASA, working in real places of real science. She is major happy, major babe, and I wish hert and the Rover many long years making Scientists happy.

July 24, 2007

Cariadoc

His name is pronounced Cariyah. Doc. His daughter promised to try to be my dance band for class: Dolce Amoroso Foco, three Fridays hence, at Pennsic.

Cariyah. Doc.

He tells a story about gambling. A man swore to Allah that all his winnings from the gambling table would be spent immediately, in feast and women, a party with delicious food, excesses, and entertainment for everyone.

Then Cariadoc whisks off to another corner of the room, telling Merciful Allah knows what to a young woman in the entryway. I heard two or three stories, all tendered privately.

This is what it means to be a storyteller.

He graced me with ten stanzas of an epic poem, when I asked him how Pennsic started. The short shattered upshot is that he assessed the possibilities of victory with rivals in all directions, and gave his King a reasoned view as to why war would be unlikely to succeed in each instance, save the ___ kingdom (West?) in which, through poetic and flowery means, men of might might best men of mettle, and that here, if at all, would it be meet to wage war, and win.

And so he was sent with the black arrow of war, with red feathers, to declare the intentions of his king. And so forth, which he did, afterwards being fearful that he would be captured in ambush, were he to try to return home, he tried to win favor, and get himself a posiiton in this foreign court, and well he did. Ere before long he was advising the King in this realm, and there was a Tournament and he did enter, and win, and found himself King in his turn...

And finding the black and red arrow of war, broken as before, he resolved to answer the summons...

anent.

(Greg adds here, always, 'and he lost the war he declared against himself)

Middle Aged in a Corn Field, or, Mortgage Lender Out to Drive Me Mad.

The Mortgage Lender is trying to drive me mad. Seriously. I have um, eight years of taxes showing a good profit as webmaster/writer, and yet they want a letter from my CPA saying "I am filing taxes and gainfully empoyed." Well she sends a letter, but I only hired her in April, I've been doing my own taxes.

The loan is about to bog down, and y'know what? I give up, what will be will be, it's all mouse nuts, as Greg would say. I am going to goof off for two weeks, Middle Aged in a Corn Field.

I'll be getting all Pennsic and dancing every day. Come buy a book from Ms. Darwin, and dance with me at the Dance Pavilion. With a soft parquet floor!

Pennsic 35: Middle Aged in a Corn Field.

This, too, shall pass.

July 20, 2007

Test. Dance intro.

Piva, pive. Saltarello, saltarelli.

Dancing is easy. Just five easy body movements. And the class is free! Learn about your own heritage, dancing with European courtliness. Be as spry or sedate as you wish. Warning: ThiSCA dancing" can be addictive.

Um. This is

Dances are based on 5 simple movements. (No need to list.) great for over 40, for couples, under 40. Come to Menlo Park or San Jose and learn the dances of old Europe!

Email Crystal who is of the Westermark.

July 19, 2007

History is Alive and Kicking

I found out all about the Middle Ages this morning. Medieval was alive and kicking, especially during the dancing. Kick, kick, kick!

We visited a group aged 10 and older. The children all liked to wear the astonishingly heavy chain mail, and helmet, and figure out the purpose of the clay jug with dozens of holes in the bottom.

It was a watering jug. "An elegant lady soaked it in water for a few minutes, it filled up, then she put your finger over the hole, and then the lady daintily watered her flowers," said Crystal, wearing her stunning gold, purple, and silk brocade recreation gown. With her hair up in braids, she looked like this elegant, dainty woman.

"What keeps the water in?" someone asked.

I said, "It's like a straw, you put your finger over the hole to keep water in." The boy smiled, yeah! Sir Geoffrey explained, something needs to come in to fill where the water is, before the water can escape.

I told them, "If you blow in the hole, the water would come out faster, just like a straw." Oh dear. I pictured water shooting around the lunchroom. "The volume coming in, equals the volume going out, so if you blow lots of air in..." The kids nodded. Water shoots out. I love teaching science.

The history! was fascinating! as never before. Crystal makes everything clear. I didn't know people bought inexpensive metal jewelery at fairs, religious locations, and so forth. They wore them to say, "I was there!" Travel was much slower back then. Some events travelled to you, though. (Like the travelling King story, below.)

Music? Drums were the first musical instrument we had, "right from the very beginning," said Linda. That's a fairly accurate definition of the dawn of humanity. She is a pelican, and I think a baroness. I use lower case, because our titles are pretend. Yet it is real work, a lot of work, to earn those titles.

Linda explained titles. "Sir Geoffrey is a knight. He has repeatedly shown himself to be brave and courtly. We make everything we use, and Sir Geoffrey makes shoes, and clothing, and he studies music and singing, he cooks and fights, and is honest, and honorable, and you can be assured that Sir Geoffrey is a fine, good person."

She said, "I wear very nice clothes, don't I?" She wore a fine green wool dress, with flowing sleeves and silver embroidery, and many colorful stone leaves and flowers. "Many people work for me, and sew my clothes, and do other things for me. You can see that I am rich. But that means I have an obligation to those who serve me. Noblisse oblige. I have to take care of my people and keep them safe."

She told of a King whose laws freed men and women. "You cannot buy and sell people," said the King. The King has an obligation to his people.

Referring to a book they read: "That king played a guitar, whereas there were no guitars back then. The King might play a lute instead. Secretly, the King might be a traveling lute player! Perhaps the King would try to sell his lute to a man, and the man would say, "I cannot buy your lute, I cannot play a tune, not a note." And the King would say, "Neither can I. That's why I'm a traveling lute player!"

We all danced in a circle, though it wasn't fully grasped.
"Pettinger's Round???" Not Sellinger's round.

Hold hands in a ring, facing into the middle.

double left (step sideways left foot, right to close, left foot, right to close.)
kick (left)

double left
kick kick kick (left, right, left)

double left
double right

(Repeat, and faster and faster plays the music!)

Interesting things: I showed the Piva and the Saltarello step. Sir Geoffrey didn't wanna show the "beer run" when someone asked whether they danced using their arms. I can see a reason why. The beer run is atypical, but would linger as a meme. Oh! The secret compartment in Crystal's treasure chest was popular! And the pretty red and green leather shoes Geoffrey made.

Children want to know, "Where did you/they get this stuff?" Linda said, "They made a lot of it, so if you were sitting and listening to a story, you might be sewing, or working on something with your hands."

It was a great experience. Next time I'll know the agenda better, and have more to say. I can't wait to learn more history. The fun way!

History, by living it.

July 02, 2007

Known World Dance Symposium 2007

I'm home, I've had some sleep, and pampered my feet with a long, hot soak. So many memories. So few pictures. More to come...