Posts Tagged ‘Tolkien’

ImageOh, story world, how I need you not.  I have less than three weeks till my school starts, and I don’t need the scribbled down world I’ve been pottering with for the last four months to suddenly get of the simmer and begin assailing my mind. I don’t need to be fascinated by ancient Persia, desert wolves, or the idea of someone seeing into the realm of the spirit guided by an unholy power. I don’t need any of this. What I need to do is to be reading my books for TCM, ordering textbooks, and seeing if I can’t get a leg up on the six credit world view course that is coming my way like a baby tidal wave.

Are their baby tidal waves? ::author note, find term for wave smaller than tidal that does less damage but is still intimidating::

WHY is it that my mind is now slowly, deliberately, and with a good amount of logic, pulling together the pieces of this story world?

HOW am I suppose to get any other work done with this siren story calling to me? 

::author note, find out if there  is there a way to shove cotton into story–ears and if so, can I some how market it to other authors in the same predicament I’m in? Also, if I don’t listen now, will the whole story go away?::

WHO is responsible for this? Is it YOU Chesterton, with your ideas about story and pace and madness and sanity? Is it YOUR fault that my mind pulling hard in the traces towards a goal of story?

Is it YOU Tolkien? Have I spent too long in Middle Earth, being lulled by the cadence of your words and tone so that I have drifted into the realm of story deeper than before? Is it YOUR genius that has stirred my stupor-ed imagination to life again?

::author note–find out if spending time with those more intelligent than yourself stimulates the brain. If so, then when imagination needs to hibernate, make sure not to read anything but the phone book::

Oh, what a disgruntled and ungrateful heart I have. But the timing just stinks!

Tell me, story hunters, what should I do? Should I write it down, should I let it go? What to do what to do! There are only so many hours in the day and days in the week!


Dave ( my brother ) took me to see The Hobbit An Unexpected Journey today. We’d worked all of our scheduling out in advance, and after a delicious lunch prepared by Mom and a time for Dave of visiting with Mom and Dad (while I worked on a side project) we were off! Off to see the 2:40PM showing of The Hobbit. We’d called earlier to double-check the time, not thinking to ask what version the 2:40 showing was going to be. Chagrined, we listened to the clerk rattle off that the 2:40 showing was for the IMAX 3D HD faster-frames-per-minute version of the film.

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That, was unexpected.  I really had no desire to see the faster frames, have never been a fan of 3D or HD, and only have seen the IMAX film documentaries at the Smithsonian.  Plus, the price was rather outrageous. Dave however, took it all in stride and popped the $14.99 a piece price down on the counter, waiving off my attempts to pay for my own ticket.  “I told you, it’s part of your Christmas present.”

He waved the tickets around some  for good measure before handing me mine. I was reminded of my wonderful card, and also “special Christmas bear” he gave me which is *void if ingested* (uh-huh, I’m not the only one in the family with an off beat sense of humor). People were looking at us as if we were nuts. Well we were, but it  was not polite to stare unless they thought we were  wax works and if they thought that they should have paid us. Lewis Carrol said so.

We walked in through the double doors, surrendered our tickets, and claimed our glasses. As we walked up the ramp to the seats Dave sighed.

“You sure you’re going to be all right with this?” he asked and I nodded.

“I know the trick, take the glasses off and shut my eyes if I get dizzy or nauseous” I assured him.

“I know, but I wanted this to be really fantastic.”

“It is going to be fantastic because” I said looking at the nearly empty theater “I’m seeing it with you, and that makes it fantastic. It’s been a long time since we shared something this epic.”  He grinned, and we moved through the vast emptiness to find seats. We were careful not to sit in front of anyone. It’s a pet peeve of mine, people sitting in front of me in a nearly empty theater.  If you have nearly the entire theater to choose from, DO NOT SIT IN FRONT OF SOMEONE ELSE. I don’t care if it’s stadium style seating or not. It’s RUDE.

There were six people in the whole of the theater yet some where sitting right in front of others. I told myself, they had to be family or some such thing. But, over heard bits of conversation made that seem unlikely. As did the fact that one pair moved  so they were not behind another pair of film watchers. We settled ourselves up in the nose bleeds (always a precaution in the 3D movies) and I pulled out  this;
BestJust in case Gandalf had misplaced his copy. I mean, it’s important that Thorin have his key.  Kinda hard for the heir to the “Kingdom Under The Mountain” to access his inheritance without it.  David grinned and shook his head “I think the Wizard will remember to bring his copy.”

The previews started (some in 3D HD and some not) and we spent the next forty minutes ribbing them. Star Trek looked ‘meh’, and the others were so non-memorable that I sighed and said “It’s going to be a long year.”

David chuckled. “Just wait till Disney(TM) starts on Star Wars.” I rolled my eyes behind my oh-so-fashionable 3D glasses

Uh-huh, you try to say that word. That one right there.  The one that starts with a Y.  I had to go on-line and find a place to pronounce it for me. This was one of the stops along the way to see Megan in Indiana. Think of it as a way to clear the palate for what is to come. I’m still getting the paper work straightened out and I’ll have a question for you at the end, about what you’d like to see after I get the first book-post up. Anyway, onwards!

This is in the far western reaches of my state and really is worth making it an end-point destination and not a “I’m going to scream if I don’t get out of this car soon” stop that we made it.  The interesting thing was that the wood felt different than the wood around my house.  I’m used to walking in deciduous forests with the leaves that sound like  dry rain when the wind blows. There aren’t a lot of coniferous forests around my home and I was really taken aback by how different the feel as well as the sound in a coniferous forest can be. The atmosphere isn’t as close, and there’s more light. That makes sense of course, seeing as how the canopy isn’t as thick but it still gave my senses a bit of a shock. And it wasn’t as if golden light was filtering through the high spreading reach of the needle stuck branches.

It was an overcast day when we went walking here and late in the afternoon as well.  The feeling was still so much more airy and open. There were corners however where the light looked positively green due to the way the trees were standing, like this

The path was full of press down pine needles, which made for very soft walking. And beyond the pad-pad of our shoes came  a dull sound. At first I didn’t recognize what it was, unless you live near one I don’t think that you do recognize the sound and  I felt it more than heard it. It was a vibrating in the air, pressing against my chest, and rumbling along under my feet.  Then  a growing “boom” sound found my ears and alternately roared and purred depending on how I turned my head.  The sign was helpful:

We didn’t go to swallow falls, as it was the longer hike and we only had an hour to spend wandering around and stretching legs.   But Muddy Creek  actually is the larger of the two, and was quite impressive. See? Majestic, pounding surging with unfettered might as it flings itself from the precipice and plunges down, down, down in to the churning oblivion at the base of the fault line, it is a mighty water fall!  Definitely worth sliding down the pine needle and damp-earth trail to the wooden walk way with high rails to keep back even the most intrepid explorer.

What?  You don’t find that awe inspiring? You say you don’t believe me that this water fall is the one that made my chest ache with the concussion of water-hitting stone from fifty three feet up?   Skeptical aren’t you.  You’re also right.

THIS is Muddy Creek Falls:

The water falls  over shelves of stone,  almost like steps, and has this fantastic  rippled look. The thunder of the water obliterates all other sound.  I couldn’t hear the wind, or bird song, or my parents calling for me to come back up from where I’d wandered down. All that I could hear was the relentless, ceaseless, fall of the river over the stone steps. I yelled just to see if I could hear my own voice, and I couldn’t hear that either, as hard as I bellowed, there was no sound but the fall. I felt very small, and very insignificant.  Then, I saw a chipmunk, and felt a little better.  Here’s a side on shot from the bottom of the walk, looking back at the fall itself.

Utterly amazing. I definitely recommend a visit to Swallow Falls State Park. The admission was  just $5 and there’s a lot more to see than the water fall.

What about you? Do you have a state park or green place of retreat to recommend for a summer trip? Let me know in the comments.

Also, the Annotated Faerie Queen by Tolkien is the book that had received the most interest from Scribes, so that’s the one I’ll be submitting a request to post to the Lilly Library first. However, I also have  pictures of:

1.) The First Folio of Shakespeare’s collected works
2.) Copies of Ptolemies Maps from the 1200’s
3.) The First Printing of  A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in the Strand Magazine
4.) George Washington’s Surveys from  the 1750’s
5.) Babylonian Cuneiform Tablet from 4000 BC

After Tolkien, what would you like to see next?

Oh I’ve had so much fun this week. Part of that has eaten out at various locals places  that are picturesque as well as  serving tasty food.  This is the second place I visited with Megan, it’s called The Rucible Spoon which comes from the poem, The Owl and the Pussy Cat by Edward Lear. Here’s the illustration and the poem:

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,

Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,

And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,

What a beautiful Pussy you are,

You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’
Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!

How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

But what shall we do for a ring?’
They sailed away, for a year and a day,

To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

With a ring at the end of his nose,

His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
‘Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’
So they took it away, and were married next day

By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

They danced by the light of the moon,

The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.And here, is the restaurant sign
The food is delicious!  I ate breakfast here yesterday and had their not-to-be missed banana pancakes Megan recommended this, and I was NOT disappointed. The pancakes have slices of banana in them, it isn’t blended into the dough. Oh, it was so, so good. I also had the cafe’ mocha which was not as strong as I would have liked but it was still delicious.  The room however, was as much a treat as the food. Take a peek!

That’s the front window, with plants and a gorgeous stained glass window there.

Yes, that IS a book-case in the corner full of books.  And yes, that is wood paneling on the walls there. It gives the room such a warm feeling. Over the table where we were sitting there were

That’s right! MORE books.  So distracting to have them up there and out of reach.
Anyway, the point of this post is to let you know I’m having a fabulous time on Vacation.  It’s going by way too fast.  I also have had the mind-blowing  experience of handling and reading over 30 million dollars worth of  rare and first edition books.I have looked at lovely Illuminated Manuscripts and handled them.

Some  were from the 1400s, and others from the 1500 and 1600s.

The sense of history and connection to the other scribes was breathtaking. There were so many surreal moments in looking at them I’m a little dumbfounded about how to put into words what I felt.Then, there have been moments of pure geek heaven. Like looking at and touching the pages of  J.R.R. Tolkien’s  The Faerie Queen. That’s right. It was from HIS library and he had annotated it. His annotations were color coded.

It was so cool.

Anyway, I’m still having adventures! Keep checking back to see what I’m up to.

Encourage one another, Scribes!