Another Awakenings update!

I’m now posting Chapter 4 of Awakenings and will complete the posting of that chapter tomorrow, then move on to Chapter 5 on Monday and a resumption of multiple PoVs for about a week or so before Chapter 6 takes us back into Marin’s dysfunctional brain (not that her brain is any more or less functional than those of any of her friends).  Chapter 6 will also finally get the story off of Day Zero (toss confetti and celebrate, they’ve survived the first day of the end of the world and the birth of the new).

For the folks who haven’t been exposed to it yet, take a peek.

On another note, I’m finally listed on not one, but three webfiction sites!  I’ve been listed on Web Fiction Guide (online novels, reviews), Novels Online, and the Web Fiction Wiki.  The direct links to my listing for the Web Fiction Guide and the Fiction Wiki are here and here.  It’s very exciting.

I’ve been advised by an old colleague from a past job (and current volunteer gig) that I should put up a Paypal donate button.  Still a little on the fence, since most of my readers at the moment know me personally.  If any said friends have thoughts on this, please leave me a note or poke me!

So, it’s been a while…

It’s been a long time since I wrote an update for this site, and it’s high time I did it, I decided today as I was syncing new books to my new Kobo E-reader (which I really like, by the way–I already re-read Gail Martin’s The Summoner and The Blood King on it within days of buying it).

First things first: the thesis is written and just awaiting printing and turning in to the grad studies office.  I’ll be doing that early next week.  I’m very proud of some sections of it, others I wish I’d had more time and better evidence for, but it’s done and my advisors are pleased.  It was a massive undertaking of almost 200 pages of actual text, which is about fifty pages longer than expected.  It’s come a long way from the original drafts.  I hope that Dr. Finucane would be proud of me.  As or further educational plans, I’m on the fence at the moment.  I think a month or two out from this and I’ll have my head on straight enough to start making decisions about what I want to do going forward.  I don’t think I’m going to make it to the Medieval Institute at K-Zoo this year, but I’m not counting that out yet.  It’s tempting to save for next year’s conference and possibly present a subchapter of my thesis.  We shall see…

I’m not currently GMing or playing any tabletops.  Kind of a bummer, since I really did like the Shadowrun game I’d been playing in, but the GM got busy with school and a social life, so I suppose I can’t blame him!  Andrew poked me a couple weeks back about gaming, but who knows if/when he’ll pop up again with ideas and such.  I don’t think I’ve got the mental wherewithal these days to GM anything myself.  I’ve got my hands full enough with RoA, AF, Court of 12/A World Forsaken, and my fiction!

Yes, my fiction!  I’m writing again, though I’m still getting back into the habit and swing of that.  I still have Ridley and Julia gnawing quietly at the back of my brain, but now they’re being joined by Lucas Ross and Korea Cooper as well.  I also want to get back to my E-557 trilogy as well.  There’s a lot of projects sitting quietly, waiting for me to return to them, and I have every intention of starting to dedicate a lot more of my time to those pursuits.

Strips for the quilt
The first quarter of the quilt put together

I’ve also gotten back to sewing and such–I have a beautiful quilt I’m working on (the top is about half done) that I need to finish.  That may be a chunk of my day on Saturday, since I have the day off work (yay!).  I may also see if my dad can run me to Jo-Ann’s for an hour or two so I can wander and look around, see what they’ve got on sale.  The St. Patrick’s Day fabrics should be on clearance pretty soon here, and I have an addiction to the color green and shamrocks.  Go figure.

 

So that’s about it for now.  I have new products up on Etsy as of a couple weeks ago and have been waiting for good weather and the ground to harden up a little bit more before I go outside and take more, new pictures of stuff to put up for sale.  No new shows upcoming–yet.  I’m considering some options for spring and early summer shows.  We’ll see what happens.

For now….time for WoW and writing!

GVSU 50th anniversary viral video!

I haven’t posted anything lately, but this requires it!  My mother caught a clip on the national news today and we went hunting the whole video.

Now, I was a student at Grand Valley State from 2000-2005; that’s where my BA in history/anthropology is from.

Interesting facts that you wouldn’t catch from the video:

  • Grand Valley State University hosts the only student run and organized Renaissance festival in the country. IN THE COUNTRY. Hence the swordfighting! The festival turned fifteen years old this year.
  • What you see in the video is actually a big loop around the center of campus, which is marked by the clock tower, which is a carillon tower, complete with working bells that play four times an hour.  The video works its way from the front of Kirkhof Center (which passes as GVSU’s student union) around and across the ravine until you see Kirkhof Center from the back at the end of the video, where the students are arrayed in the GV symbol on the lawn.
  • The crew team was about to crash into the shore of Lake Zurmberg at the end of the video: it’s a reflection pond and water collection area at the low point between several buildings.
  • There is not a whole lot to the campus.  In the video, you get glimpses of about 75% of the main, non-residential buildings on campus.

 

Very cool video and kudos to the students who made it!

MAA conference postmortem – part 1

So, it’s been a while since I updated, and now seems to be a decent time to do it!  I’ve been buried under thesis work, the job, GMing, and various other pursuits recently so updating the blog hasn’t been high on the list of things to do.  Hopefully, that’ll change pretty quick (yeah right, but we can hope).

I spent this weekend in New Haven, CT, for the 85th annual meeting of the Medieval Academy of America (which apparently has a blog now).  I met a lot of very neat people, including future colleagues, and most of the men and women I met this weekend, quite a few of them luminaries in the field, were personable and very lovely.  As a result of this meeting, University of Toronto, York University (Canada), Northwestern, St. Louis University, Cambridge University (UK), Harvard, and Yale have been added to the list of prospective schools.  Loyola, U Chicago, Fordham, and Brown remain on the list.  U of M has been dropped.

The conference itself was hosted on the campus of lovely Yale University, which was simply amazing (I’ll post pictures in the second installment of the post-mortem, as well as to the MedGrad Facebook group, as promised, since most folks weren’t carrying cameras).  The campus is beautiful and New Haven itself was a very neat place to visit.  If I get the opportunity to come again, I most certainly will.

Currently sitting in the Starbucks at the corner of Church and Chapel (yes, there’s an intersection of Church and Chapel!) and killing time before I have to catch my shuttle to Bradley International to fly back to Detroit this evening.  I find myself thinking about all the very, very cool people I’ve met here, including Simon Meecham-Jones (whom I sat with at banquet on Friday), Nancy Partner (who advised me to read something more current than her Serious Entertainments, though I didn’t get the chance to ask her what I should read instead!), Barbara Newman (who told me to definately, definately, with much enthusiasm look at Northwestern for my Ph.D program after her panel on female devotional life and haigography on Thursday afternoon), Katherine Sale, some lovely people from UCLA, Fordham, and Sacred Heart, and Michael McCormick, who was probably the most enthusiastic scholar I met all weekend (Barbara Newman and a couple others ran fairly close seconds).  He encouraged me to at least apply to the Harvard graduate program, even though it’s very competitive.  Such a nice man, and he’s developing a program in archaeology that would be awesome for me–someday, if I’m not locked into a job or otherwise someplace!  And he introduced himself to me and two other graduate students (whose names, I regret, I don’t remember!  I remember my male dining companions (Joseph and Eric),  but not theirs except to remember that one was from Ohio State University and the other was here at Yale and a first year graduate student) directly after the banquet on Friday night, as we were preparing to hike back to our hotels after missing the shuttles from the Commons to the hotels.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to meet the medievalist from Brown I’d intended to meet, but I’m sure that Tom (one of her graduate students that I did have the pleasure of meeting) can probably introduce me via e-mail to her at some point in the future if I ask.

Note to self: must get on the MedGrad list.

I’ve been seriously encouraged by everyone here to go to the Kalamazoo conference, the Medieval Institute conference, in May.  It would be significantly less expensive than this trip, but I have to consider the feasability of taking the time off from work, ect.  Jeff and Sebastian, amongst others, attempted to make the decision for me with regards to it (Jeff’s goodbye to me was a hug and the statement “I’ll see you in Kalamazoo.”).  It was nice to actually meet Tom and Miti in person at the conference, and I’m sure I met even more people that I’ll come to know better on the MedGrad list.

There’s some observations that have to be made about medievalists, at least of my academic generation, and I’ll make them here.  (1) It seems that most of us, in some capacity or another, write fiction (which is hysterical).  (2) Most of us, on top of the fiction, are gamers (and several are GMs).  (3) Oftentimes, we dress more…sharply? than some of our older colleagues in our fields.  I guess when you get to be pretty eminent in your field, however, you can wear whatever you want.  (4) Many of us are very interdisciplinary in our approach.  (5) We’re pretty much more tech-savvy than most of our elders (and by elders, I mean most scholars 10+ years older than us).  Why use powerpoint if you don’t know how to use the software?  Really.  Really!  There were some people who were very, very good with it, and then there were some people…yeeeah.

Silly me, I ended up in a couple panels that concentrated on the Old English language, though I don’t actually regret going to them–they were extremely interesting.  Some of my favorite papers, however, came out of panels dedicated to Jewish-Christian relations (I went to that one almost on a whim) and two papers dealing with medieval forests (one with the relationship between managed forests and romance and the other on the legalities of medieval forestry in the Champagne region of France).  The conference, in short, was amazing, and I wish I had more time to go into greater depth regarding everything I learned, took notes on, ect.  I wasn’t the only one at the conference here to shop Ph.D programs.  There were a couple undergraduates that I spent some time with and some graduate students who, like me, are doing terminal programs and currently shopping around for their later programs (Annie, who I met last night and then took a tour with this morning, was one of those — she’s at UConn; I want to say her undergrad was at Rutgers).

There was a very interesting panel where I met Dr. Martin Foys and got to speak with him later regarding the Digital Mappaemundi Project, which was fascinating and amazing all at once.  It may not help me yet, but it’ll help our intellectual children and grandchildren–hopefully.  It’s one of those things that makes me lament the relative unavailability of primary source material on the internet and our dependence on other people’s money and whims to get those sort of sources digitized so everyone can benefit from what’s currently languishing dustily away in repositories across the world–things like the Lollard archives, which are relatively unexplored except for a select few documents, and are something that perhaps will never really be studied all that well considering the geographic limitations on archival research.  Not everyone can drop everything (and several thousand dollars) on research trips to European archives or even to US archives.  It’s very frustrating and a shame.

On a side note (and very tangentially related): the book rooms (yes, there were three, but they were classrooms, thus small) were amazing and I probably bought too many, though two of them, at the very least, will be very useful to my thesis research and another will probably be quite useful as I move foward in my studies.  I also got two free books this weekend–one was swag from a panel my one of the grad student friends I made went to (he didn’t want the book/already had it/something) and the other was a preview copy of a book that I assume is coming out later.

I also have copious handouts from the conference, at least one of which is going to be mailed to Mr. Fry of Dear God What Have We Wrought?! because he’ll find it utterly fascinating (and will probably be jealous that I met and spoke with as many scholars of Old English as I did this weekend, Fred C. Robinson being amongst them).  I’ll make a medievalist of him yet, I’m certain, and he’ll probably freak out to learn that there’s entire programs in Old English (I seem to recall him being bummed that they weren’t going to be spending a lot of time on Anglo-Saxon and Old English in his History of the English Language class).

I have two books tucked into my bag to read on the plane, though it remains to be seen whether I read either of them.  Surprisingly enough, mentioning at dinner to Simon Meecham-Jones that I was reading Lesley Coote’s Political Prophecy in Later Medieval England got me the name of someone (I presume at Cambridge) that’s working on a book on politicla prophecy right now to potentially contact.  He was a very cool guy to sit and have dinner with (we were seated at a far end of the room; a Dr. Bugbee from University of Texas – Austin was sitting there with us as well and a six students, including me).  My only gripe about the banquet was that the filet mignon was too pepper-encrusted (usually, when they say pepper-encrusted, it doesn’t set my mouth on fire.  This more than certainly did.).

The Commons, which I’ll post a picture of later, reminded everyone (and I do mean everyone) of Hogwart’s when they walked in.  It was very cool.  It was also, apparently, where they filmed the library scene from Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skulls.  Very, very cool.

That’s about all I have time for now — most post-mortem after I’m back in Michigan!

Waxing philosophical on paper coffee cups

I am hopelessly addicted to caramel macchiatos.  I’ll admit it.  I have been for nine years, since I was an undergrad at Grand Valley State and discovered them there.  Since leaving GVSU, I’ve found the best at Starbucks–which is to say I can find them at all.  Coffee Beanery and Caribou Coffee don’t make them.  God only knows why.

I know I could make them at home, but I don’t.  Probably because I’m too lazy to steam milk and we don’t have an espresso machine.  Which is okay.  I’ll willingly fork over my $3-$4 a pop and stimulate the economy for my nirvana in a cup.  I drink other things, too (white mochas, peppermint mochas, pumpkin spice lattes, and the “London Fog”–an earl grey latte, all of these among other things) but I generally default to a caramel macchiato.  I can walk into my “usual” Starbucks at John R and 16, or the one at the mall, and they generally know what I’m going to order–and they know me by name, rather than by my drink.

The past couple days on the way to the university, I’ve stopped at another Starbucks, the one at Rochester and South.  I looked at my cup today and got to thinking.  At that Starbucks, they print up a label for your cup and slap it on there and hand it to the barista making the drinks.  At the other Starbucks I go to, they take a marker and write it on your cup.  For some reason, I like that way better.  Maybe it’s because it feels more hand-crafted, with the half-intelligible symbols for a drink scribbled on the cup.  More leisurely, more old-timey (as if Starbucks could feel “old-timey”).  I don’t know.  I just like it better.  Maybe I’m strange.  Maybe it’s just…one of those things, a little quirk.  But that’s what I think I like better than this little printed label that says in plain English what I’ve ordered.

So give my my arrows and my three letter codes for what I’ve asked for.  I know what an upside down caramel macchiato looks like on my cup.  And any self-respecting Starbucks customer should know what their code looks like, too.

Reflections on Kennedy lost

They’re burying Edward Kennedy today, and in watching the funeral, I found myself getting choked up, teary-eyed over a man I never met, never knew except for brief appearances on television, glances at the Congressional record, never even read that much about.  Compared to what I (used) to know about his brothers, what I knew about Edward Kennedy could fill a thimble.  And yet here I was, watching his funeral mass, and I was choking up.  I know I have a tendency to get overly emotional about some things, but this?  When my mother told me he died, I was sad, but no tears.  Nothing like that.  Just “Oh.”  Even though standing in my kitchen with my mother, I knew something had changed and probably not for the better, it still…didn’t quite strike me.

In part, I guess it comes down to the fact that Edward Kennedy was the only very politically active–and successful, despite faults and mistakes–Kennedy I ever ‘knew.’  I know the stories of his brothers, Jack and Bobby, but I didn’t live those times.  The older I got, the more I came to realize that while the brothers were inspiring figures, Ted accomplished volumes more–and I wonder if either JFK or Bobby could have done more if they had lived.  I’m not sure it’s possible for that to have happened, given the turbulent times that they lived in.  I think that Bobby would have had more chance than JFK.  JFK’s presidency is tragic, storied…but I have a feeling that it would have ended in disappointment, both for him and everyone that looked to him as some sort of shining beacon of hope.  (There’s an incredible irony here, given all the comparisons made between him and Barack Obama–I admit to having a great deal more faith in Barack than my historian’s eye will allow me to have toward a “what if” of JFK’s presidency.)

The fact of the matter is, when you get right down to it, that Edward Kennedy could never cover up all the mistakes he made in his personal life and yet still make an incredible difference in American political life.  The Lion of the Senate, patriarch to a family that is now suddenly bereft of one (it will be interesting to see who rises to the occassion inside of the clan to take on the enormous mantle Ted shouldered).  He was so much and did so much…but he was still a father, a brother, a husband, an uncle, a grandfather–you can look at the faces of his family and know that, to see the pain that’s stoic and raw at the same time–stoic because they’re on camera, raw because even though his death was a foregone conclusion, you know that they weren’t ready to lose him.  You’re never ready for a blow like that.

I found the prayers for intercession, offered by his children, nieces and nephews and grandchildren, to be the most poignant part of the service (beyond, perhaps, Kara Kennedy’s responsal psalm, which I’ll have to identify later).  I hope god really does hear those prayers, because I can’t really imagine who will take up everything that Edward championed–or who can afford to, who’s powerful enough to take them up without totally torpedoing their political career.  They’re things that are necessary and right and without them…I don’t know where the country and the world will end up.

God will have a lot for the Senator to accomplish in heaven before his next time on earth.  He’s certainly paid his penance for his mistakes in this life, in working so hard for the common good.  There will be some that will say no, he’s going to hell for this sin, for that sin.  I don’t believe that’s the case, nor do I believe that he’s going to languish in purgatory for mistakes made.  No…he’s got important work to do.  He started it in this life, and it’ll be continued in the next, of that I’m certain.

Go softly, Senator.  You’re already dearly missed, but the respite is deserved.

Post-vacation update #1

Back from Wisconsin, and what a glorious trip without worrying about work calling me it was.  I got a bit of writing done, both WoWFic–including starting a new story, “Family Ties“–and work on Epsilon (Jen mentioned last night after her perusal that there was a marked shift between Sam Cooper’s attitude toward Aaron in one scene and her reaction to him the next morning.  I promised her it’d make sense later).

I’m still working in part on the revitalization efforts for Sentinels (US) — the RP community has suffered since the opening of Wyrmrest Accord and everyone has seen a sharp decline in numbers.  But at the same time as it’s brought out the lazy in some folks, it’s brought out the best in others.  One of the new blogs on the blogroll is one of those “bests” — Ravine of Lichbane has started a new blog with fiction and discussion of RP issues that I plan to be following closely myself.

Other recent addition to the blogroll is Erik’s blog.  I’ve known Erik and gamed with him for a long time (back since the days when I was almost exclusively doing things ISRP).  Lately, he’s been getting his campaign setting ready to hopefully query more gaming companies with.  I’ve seen bits and fragments of it, and while 4E is Greek to me, the flavor bits and pieces (which I think he really wanted me to pay attention to) are looking pretty good.

Also poked at Aurora Force with a stick, got set up for Michael Bullian’s tragic death at the Battle of Ithor.  I probably need to start drafting how that’s going to happen so I have it together and ready to go when we get that far.  If we ever get that far.

All in all, considering I spent several hours by a pool every day I was away, it was a pretty productive trip!  I’ll have to post pictures up here soon.