Books I think I shall read (or finish!) this summer

T. H. White: The Once and Future King
Christopher Paolini: Eldest
Sir Thomas Malory: Morte D'Arthur
Edmund Spenser: Faerie Queene
T. S. Eliot: Murder in the Cathedral
Tasso: Gerusalemme Liberata
Timothy Zahn: lots of things, starting with Deadman Switch because I've got it
Walter Wangerin, The Book of the Dun Cow
Various murder mysteries for my summer reading group

Any other recommendations?

The boating day in pictures

Here you may see the boat belonging to the Haunt of Macbeth. I'm the lady of Shalott; the boat, likewise, is called "the Lady of Shalott," because the poem says she wrote that round about the prow. The alien, however, is named Walter. He was our snake prow because it was supposed to be sort of Viking-themed and we couldn't find any snakes for the prow. :-)



The lady of shalott was permitted to rise from the lake and felt most literary.

There was a good turnout.
This is the Great Conglom-eration, manned by the most fearsome landscaping pirates. There was an awesome sea battle, won by them, about which I started to write a ballad but haven't finished yet because it's finals week. :-)
And in the evening we docked the boats and Lake Bob resumed its usual quiet demeanor. Till next year...

The Dangers of May: or, Sir Thomas Malory is very strange

This except is taken from the Morte D'Arthur, book 18, chapter 25. Yipes.

For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May, in something to constrain him to some manner of thing more in that month than in any other month, for divers causes.

...Therefore, like as May month flowereth and flourisheth in many gardens, so in like wise let every man of worship flourish his heart in this world, first unto God, and next unto the joy of them that he promised his faith unto; for there was never worshipful man or worshipful woman, but they loved one better than another; and worship in arms may never be foiled, but first reserve the honour to God, and secondly the quarrel must come of thy lady: and such love I call virtuous love.

...therefore all ye that be lovers call unto your remembrance the month of May, like as did Queen Guenever, for whom I make here a little mention, that while she loved she was a true lover, and therefore she had a good end.

I am what I am

I consider myself basically happy. My future is tremendously uncertain: I could be literally anywhere on the globe in another three months, doing anything. Or I could be home, still job-hunting. It is hard to leave, to go from the known and liked to a gray mystery. But God is good. It is written that He has ordained good works for me, from the foundations of the world, that I would walk in them. That is an encouraging thought.

Yet at the same time I love where I am. It took me a couple years to get reconciled, but now I see the beauties that do not reveal themselves to a casual transient. I know the rhythms of weather and plant and lake and groundhogs, of papers and plays and classes and chapel, of pleasant people all with the weirdest habits and ideas, most of whom I'll miss very much. I have sung the songs, and delight in their repetition and their newness. For the newest thing is not the one that has never been seen before: that way lies jadedness, perversion, and death. "How old is Spring, Miranda?" I never have to come back, but I wasn't here under compulsion to begin with.
I love the eccentricities and godliness of Dr. Hake, who glories in his Redeemer and always tries to come up with a new metaphor and circumnavigates the Bob daily with his prayer cards and has absolutely no fear of "what's done," possibly because he doesn't know what it is and possibly because he thinks what isn't done ought to be! For there is a greater reality than culture, and people are more than the literature they've experienced.

It's hard to be a joyful formalist with universal-truth and traditional tendencies, in a world of harsh laughter, free verse, and divorced and diverse ideas. It's quite impressively unfashionable. I think all my positions are true, which is why I am what I am, but I wish that others did not mind so much. It would be easier if I were a better writer. As it is, I will imitate better writers and write what I am given and keep track of my grammar and punctuation. For I believe that the mechanics of language matter, even if they are "only" customary.

I don't think I'm out of touch with reality. Some people are so worried about the "real world," as though we are not living now: they seem to think that the edgy and raw is more real than the good. It's not that the good is predictable: far from it: Jesus stepped on toes everywhere He went: but the good is good, even if He's not tame. And it's true and beautiful, for I believe in that old triumvirate. Misery is not prior to happiness. It has the upper hand in this world, but it was not and will not be forever.

As it is, I will bring my gold, dimly minted in the likeness of a far-off and unseen King, to His temple. For my gifts are His, and I am grateful that He gave them to me. If I'm wrong, and mint the portrait on the coins badly, please tell me.

The mystery solved: Dr. Hake brings the Viking Empire to Lake Bob

(An ASE.)

The Viking Empire Strikes Back

I would like to invite you all to enjoy a pleasant late afternoon and early evening of boating on our own Lake Bob the day after tomorrow. Let us celebrate the close of classes and take a short breather before the final umph of exams.

You might want to prepare specifically for one event (to be held, probably, around six o’clock), a "race" of sorts from one end of the pond to the other. Contestants will be judged not simply on how fast (or whether) they reach the other end, but also on ferocity of face paint, creativity of headgear and overall costume, and, of course, the originality of their "boat." Our definition of boat is quite broad, but it must be something that keeps most of you out of the water most of the time. I myself will be riding an alligator.

Mr. Cox will also be taking a picture of us (from a window of Red Hill, probably also around six o’clock) on the pond. We would like to get as much of the student body as we can on the pond at once for this picture. So come looking your best (!).

There will also be a "zip-line" for the more adventurous that will drop people into the pond. So, ladies, be sure your denture adhesive is fresh, and, gents, give some thought to those toupees. In fact, you will want to either remove all removable body parts or be sure they are fastened securely before you go down.

Ice cream will be served.

We will be giving rides on a small sailboat (whether permitting). If you are a good sailor and would like to help with this, please see me. We will also be giving rides on a small train of three rafts. We are hoping we can find a jet ski/wave runner to serve as locomotive (slow speed! You want zip, go down the line!). If any of you know of one we could borrow for light duty use, please let me know. If not, I would like to ask several of you with pretty good upper body strength to pull the rafts with a kayak. (You are welcome to go as fast as you want!)

If you have or can borrow a small craft (kayak, canoe, rubber raft) please bring it. We are requiring all non-swimmers to wear life jackets when on the water. (Do you know how deep Lake Bob really is?!? Or what lurks in its depths…) So please bring one if you have or can borrow one. For the desperate, Walmart sells a wide variety of "boats" for almost nothing.

Note: this is a boating/zipping, not swimming, event. The stuff in Lake Bob is not exactly water, and prolonged exposure (not to mention ingestion) may cause lower body parts to destabilize. So, shorts and shirts are fine. No bathing suits.

Please pray for God’s blessing on this event, for good weather, and for safety!

Keepin' it real

The Purcellville Gazette's latest issue contained a review of our Pride and Prejudice. David Sackrider spoke kindly of us, indeed, he spoke kindly of us when he reported on Macbeth, too, but he still rather took me aback. I detected what you might call a worldview collision. I'm not trying to refute him exactly, and I may misquote him slightly, because alas I don't have a copy of the article with me and it isn't online yet, but I'll try to exercise charity. :-) He got me thinking.

He started out the article talking about how we were "keepin' it real" without baggy jeans, cell phones, or i-pods. Rather, we got it across by the characterization. Well--yes, precisely. The story works because it's a good story, and the characters are real people. Eden Troupe assumes that all people, in all times, are the same kind of thing--namely, human--and therefore old stories can be quite as relevant as new ones; possibly more relevant, because less blinded by our own culture's idiosyncrasies. Regency humans were living people too, and that's one reason Jane Austen is still so popular: she was a good artist who could create people recognizable as such. It frankly never occurred to us that Pride and Prejudice could be less real because it wasn't set in the twenty-first century.

The i-pod comment threw me for a loop. What in the world would make someone think that reality was determined by the presence or absence of i-pods?? I guess if you define "world" to include only our present material reality, then technology looks more important. Probably if you assume that you can determine your reality, either in a New Agey, ubermenchish, or just plain secular way, then technology is really important, because technology helps you do it. Or maybe technology is just the most interesting thing presented to us, and so we start defining our universe around it. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

I suppose I was coming at the question differently. Life is more than i-pods, and the body more than fashion. We, like the medievals, are accustomed to seeing people in every story, in Paradise Lost, in Abraham and Isaac on Mount Moriah, at Troy, in Jerusalem, in Rome, on the Grail quest when being tempted by fiends disguised as maidens in black silk, in the court of Queen Elizabeth, in Jane Austen's book about the Bennets and Darcys and Bingleys, and even maybe in modern stories about Mr. and Mrs. Smith. The fact that hardly any of these people wore jeans struck me as a complete irrelevancy; I myself don't wear jeans all the time. The medievals had a habit of ignoring cultural differences entirely and illustrating even Biblical characters in contemporary medieval garb; historical costuming accuracy is rather cool, but their way emphasized the immediacy of old stories. They say when Shakespeare put on Julius Caesar, the senators wore Elizabethan doublets.

Yet I don't want to ignore the difference that clothes make to a person. There's something about living up to how you dress. I think outfits have customs attached to them, like words have connotations as well as their denotative meaning; one behaves more formally when wearing a Liberty Ball gown, and the militia stands up straighter when in uniform. When you put on the robe of righteousness which is Christ's, you become more inwardly righteous. Yet--you are a person, no matter what your clothes, and therefore a story about you has the potential to be interesting and applicable to other persons.

Shyamalan's "The Village" is an interesting case in point. Perhaps the movie is more "relevant" because of its ending, but I'm not convinced.

Which brings me to an observation I made this morning at church. We sang the Doxology, and our worship leader--an excellent fellow--said we were going to sing it in a way that was "more relevant." This involved adding drums and guitars. That's it. The only difference I could find. I inquire, with some concern, if songs without guitars and drums are therefore less relevant. Modus tollens would indicate so. Don't get me wrong, I like drums and guitars. I actually prefer them to organs, though organs have their good points too (like the fact Helen loves them:-)). But--what??? The relevance of truth is determined by which instruments you use?? Yipes!

I hereby assert that God determines reality, and as long as that is quite straight, details like fashions in worship, clothes, philosophy, and technology suddenly become a lot less important. Pride and Prejudice, anyone?

Evidence of the Swim

Behold.

Sad tidings

Alas, I must bear sad tidings. The number of goslings is now only six; the seventh is no longer of Lake Bob. I fear it was young Fortitude that met with his doom in the form of a snapping turtle...or a snake...or who knows what. :-(

But Faith, Hope, Charity, Prudence, Temperance, and Justice seem to be waxing fat and browner. They've definitely put on some weight since Wednesday. Dante and Beatrice seem fine too.

Goslings

"I may be reading black lesbian critics, but there are goslings. That makes things tolerable." Jennifer

So we named the seven goslings (only six visible here) after the seven virtues at the top of Dante's Purgatory: the three theological virtues are Faith, Hope, and Charity, and the four cardinal virtues are Justice, Temperance, Fortitude, and Prudence. Just for the fun of it, we named the parental geese Dante and Beatrice.

In other news, Dr. Hake was swimming in and measuring Lake Bob this afternoon. His motives are, as always, as mysterious as the deeps of the Bob, and almost certainly more worth fathoming. I predict something highly entertaining is in the works. Stay tuned.

Flowers for May Day

Twenty-three gold crimsoned flowers,
While I was out in fields a-Maying
Were left in secret in our bower,
A springly gift spring stress allaying.

Not only roses, candies also,
Were wrapped in clearest floral wrap.
Attached we found a note—but who
Could have left these? King or satrap,

Soldiers, vagabonds, sons of a river?
The card was left unsigned; yet we
Do thank the encoded dubious givers.
Your kindness I show for all to see.