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Nov. 28th, 2002
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Nov. 28th, 2002 06:19 pmThanksgiving was Thanksgiving as usual only in my parents' new huge house. Enough people failed to show up that we actually had places for everyone to sit without resorting to couches.
I seem to have come away from it with little to remark about, except finding my Rolich scroll. I'll post about that later because it's a long story and I'm tired.
I seem to have come away from it with little to remark about, except finding my Rolich scroll. I'll post about that later because it's a long story and I'm tired.
Rolich, by Nicholas of Nuremburg
Nov. 28th, 2002 11:15 pmIn my senior year of high school, I had a very ambitious English teacher. In retrospect, I think she must have been a rennie, because she made us show up in costume one day for a medieval feast, and memorize the first ten lines of the Canterbury Tales to get in. She made us study the Shakespeare authorship issue for at least a month. And at the beginning of the semester, after we read bits of Beowulf, she made us write our own Anglo-Saxon epics... on tapestries, which would then be hung in the classroom.
Now, typing the story out on my PC was no problem, but I'm no Martha Stewart. I wasn't about to go through all that effort for something that I knew I wouldn't be happy with anyway and the teacher would only keep it and hang it up next year. Nor was I about to handwrite all that stuff out after I worked so hard typing it in. But fortunately I had a better idea.
I printed the story onto small paper-sized strips of canvas, had them sewn together, and glued wooden rods onto the ends to create a scroll. My mother even had some tassels I could put on the ends, though in retrospect it would have been better to simply cap them somehow. The result was quite impressive-looking, if slightly awkward to handle due to its uneven patchwork nature.
My teacher let me keep it, and I gave it to my grandparents. Recently, my mother found it among my late grandmother's belongings, and took it to her house. I found it on a chair in the backyard; I think they meant for me to discover it as I explored the house.
I read a few paragraphs of it, and started to remember the requirements of the Anglo-Saxon epic. Exaggerated physical characteristics and mighty accomplishments, and a sword with a name. And boy did I ever lay those alliterations on thick. And the grammar errors, too; it's a wonder I got such a good grade on it.
I wasn't fooling anyone with those names, was I? I mentioned the Knights of Bueller in the first sentence. I remember researching some basic geography so I wouldn't get that wrong. I was to give him three adventures, and that I did. I had him stalk and destroy a burrowing fire-breathing beast that was laying waste to castles, as well as a mysteriously malevolent wizard and some golem-like concoction that the wizard created in a pit somewhere. I was pretty creative. It even has a tragic ending.
I'd love to make another scroll, but I wouldn't know what to put on it. I don't quite feel like writing fiction, and most worthwhile C programs are too long to just print out.
Now, typing the story out on my PC was no problem, but I'm no Martha Stewart. I wasn't about to go through all that effort for something that I knew I wouldn't be happy with anyway and the teacher would only keep it and hang it up next year. Nor was I about to handwrite all that stuff out after I worked so hard typing it in. But fortunately I had a better idea.
I printed the story onto small paper-sized strips of canvas, had them sewn together, and glued wooden rods onto the ends to create a scroll. My mother even had some tassels I could put on the ends, though in retrospect it would have been better to simply cap them somehow. The result was quite impressive-looking, if slightly awkward to handle due to its uneven patchwork nature.
My teacher let me keep it, and I gave it to my grandparents. Recently, my mother found it among my late grandmother's belongings, and took it to her house. I found it on a chair in the backyard; I think they meant for me to discover it as I explored the house.
I read a few paragraphs of it, and started to remember the requirements of the Anglo-Saxon epic. Exaggerated physical characteristics and mighty accomplishments, and a sword with a name. And boy did I ever lay those alliterations on thick. And the grammar errors, too; it's a wonder I got such a good grade on it.
I wasn't fooling anyone with those names, was I? I mentioned the Knights of Bueller in the first sentence. I remember researching some basic geography so I wouldn't get that wrong. I was to give him three adventures, and that I did. I had him stalk and destroy a burrowing fire-breathing beast that was laying waste to castles, as well as a mysteriously malevolent wizard and some golem-like concoction that the wizard created in a pit somewhere. I was pretty creative. It even has a tragic ending.
I'd love to make another scroll, but I wouldn't know what to put on it. I don't quite feel like writing fiction, and most worthwhile C programs are too long to just print out.
Rolich, by Nicholas of Nuremburg
Nov. 28th, 2002 11:15 pmIn my senior year of high school, I had a very ambitious English teacher. In retrospect, I think she must have been a rennie, because she made us show up in costume one day for a medieval feast, and memorize the first ten lines of the Canterbury Tales to get in. She made us study the Shakespeare authorship issue for at least a month. And at the beginning of the semester, after we read bits of Beowulf, she made us write our own Anglo-Saxon epics... on tapestries, which would then be hung in the classroom.
Now, typing the story out on my PC was no problem, but I'm no Martha Stewart. I wasn't about to go through all that effort for something that I knew I wouldn't be happy with anyway and the teacher would only keep it and hang it up next year. Nor was I about to handwrite all that stuff out after I worked so hard typing it in. But fortunately I had a better idea.
I printed the story onto small paper-sized strips of canvas, had them sewn together, and glued wooden rods onto the ends to create a scroll. My mother even had some tassels I could put on the ends, though in retrospect it would have been better to simply cap them somehow. The result was quite impressive-looking, if slightly awkward to handle due to its uneven patchwork nature.
My teacher let me keep it, and I gave it to my grandparents. Recently, my mother found it among my late grandmother's belongings, and took it to her house. I found it on a chair in the backyard; I think they meant for me to discover it as I explored the house.
I read a few paragraphs of it, and started to remember the requirements of the Anglo-Saxon epic. Exaggerated physical characteristics and mighty accomplishments, and a sword with a name. And boy did I ever lay those alliterations on thick. And the grammar errors, too; it's a wonder I got such a good grade on it.
I wasn't fooling anyone with those names, was I? I mentioned the Knights of Bueller in the first sentence. I remember researching some basic geography so I wouldn't get that wrong. I was to give him three adventures, and that I did. I had him stalk and destroy a burrowing fire-breathing beast that was laying waste to castles, as well as a mysteriously malevolent wizard and some golem-like concoction that the wizard created in a pit somewhere. I was pretty creative. It even has a tragic ending.
I'd love to make another scroll, but I wouldn't know what to put on it. I don't quite feel like writing fiction, and most worthwhile C programs are too long to just print out.
Now, typing the story out on my PC was no problem, but I'm no Martha Stewart. I wasn't about to go through all that effort for something that I knew I wouldn't be happy with anyway and the teacher would only keep it and hang it up next year. Nor was I about to handwrite all that stuff out after I worked so hard typing it in. But fortunately I had a better idea.
I printed the story onto small paper-sized strips of canvas, had them sewn together, and glued wooden rods onto the ends to create a scroll. My mother even had some tassels I could put on the ends, though in retrospect it would have been better to simply cap them somehow. The result was quite impressive-looking, if slightly awkward to handle due to its uneven patchwork nature.
My teacher let me keep it, and I gave it to my grandparents. Recently, my mother found it among my late grandmother's belongings, and took it to her house. I found it on a chair in the backyard; I think they meant for me to discover it as I explored the house.
I read a few paragraphs of it, and started to remember the requirements of the Anglo-Saxon epic. Exaggerated physical characteristics and mighty accomplishments, and a sword with a name. And boy did I ever lay those alliterations on thick. And the grammar errors, too; it's a wonder I got such a good grade on it.
I wasn't fooling anyone with those names, was I? I mentioned the Knights of Bueller in the first sentence. I remember researching some basic geography so I wouldn't get that wrong. I was to give him three adventures, and that I did. I had him stalk and destroy a burrowing fire-breathing beast that was laying waste to castles, as well as a mysteriously malevolent wizard and some golem-like concoction that the wizard created in a pit somewhere. I was pretty creative. It even has a tragic ending.
I'd love to make another scroll, but I wouldn't know what to put on it. I don't quite feel like writing fiction, and most worthwhile C programs are too long to just print out.