In which We Throw books and Slam Poetry at der Hut des Jaeger

Last night I had the pleasure to attend my first Poetry slam at der Hut des Jaeger in Winterfell Absinthe .  Miss Rae and I arrived at about 5:00pm SLT and were warmly greeted by Captain Velesjaeger Munster and Miss Annechen Lowey.  We were soon joined by Miss Emilin Nakamori who shared with us a marvelous new creation of hers called a Chain Drive.  I enjoyed a cup of the famous Spark Roast coffee while others arrived, including the illustrious Dr. Darien Mason, the lovely Miss Emily Orr and  an exotic looking Miss Searra Weatherwax.  Dr. Mason informed us that a new physician, Hope Greier, has set up an infirmary in Tanglewood.  She is apparently Gorean, but of the enlightened sort.

Miss Nakamori started of the evening with a Haiku

Concrete, glass and steel
As far as the eye can see.
Spring still brings flowers.

Since this was my first attendance at one of these events I was surprised by the storm of books that suddenly went flying through the air and filling up the Hut.  Apparently book showers serve as applause at a Poetry Slam.  Great fun certainly, but I think Sir JJ would not approve. 

In which Caladon and I attempt to dance in New Babbage, attend the Fete, party in Edison, view some art and enjoy some minor successes

Robbed at the Ball

Last Saturday Caladon and I attempted to attend the Robber Baron Ball  in New Babbage.  The evening turned out to be something of a disaster, however.   The ball was held on Piermont Landing in the Wheatstone Waterways portion of new Babbage.   I had been there once before to enter my humble attempt at a sundial and while the Landing is certainly a place conducive to such events it does suffer from a temperamental aetheric current.  She preceded me and provided co-ordinates for translocation.  However, upon attempting to do so I ended up in the canal.  Not a pleasant experience for most felines.  When I then flew up to the bridge she was unable to perceive my presence.  Most distressing.  I popped back home and we tried it again.  Somehow in the midst of this she managed to get her picture taken.  Isn’t she grand?

the beauty without the beast

The Animus Speaks – About Opera

Dear readers,

I am once again compelled by The Animus to pass along the following communique.  Please forgive the interruption.

Hello, it’s me again.  I’ve been listening to Radio Riel all day today.  The programming of the day is mostly opera and I have thoroughly enjoyed it, almost as much as I enjoy the Celtic music days.  Anyway, this infusion of librettos brought to mind an earlier epoch in my First Life.

Many years ago, about 20 actually (Yikes!), I was actually able to carry a tune in a bucket.  Too many years in a US Navy ship’s engine room ruined my musical ear since then and I tend to be rather flat now.  But, back then I had a fairly competent ability as a bass/baritone.  At least my vocal instructor in University thought so.  He cast me in a minor part in the opera Gianni Schicchi, one of the witnesses to the will, Pinellino or Guccio I can’t remember which.

In Which I Plunge Headfirst into either my Ultimate Ruination or Eventual Salvation

The above heliographic projection may be taken to indicate my current frame of mind.  Despite the somewhat melodramatic title of this entry, dear reader,  I find myself in supremely good spirits.  This could mean either that I am blissfully unaware of of my impending doom, or cheerfully accepting of the circumstances.   

Before getting to the reason for this, however,  I first must apologize for the uncharacteristic lapse in the frequency of these missives.  As will soon become quite clear, ever since the Beltane weekend detailed in the previous posting the pace of my Second Life has been such that I have scarcely had time to breathe, let alone spend a few precious moments indulging in this most enjoyable activity of sharing my adventures with you.  I could not go any longer without doing so, however, else all that has transpired might go completely unremarked as it would soon be swept away by the avalanche of future adventures and enterprises.

Those of you who have been following this journal have been witness to many transformations including changes of appearance, station and attitude.  I now share with you two most momentous occurrences which are sure to forever change my Second Life.   The first is of a professional nature, the second personal.

In Which I Ride the Whirlwind of Wonderous Weekend Revelry

[A note of warning: this entry will be considerably longer than is usual.  I have generally tried to keep the length of my missives to under 600 words, but as Mr Magellan once pointed out to me, in this case I will have by then barely begun to clear my throat.]

In a singular occurrance of synchronicity, Saturday last was saturated with social events.  I direct the curious to the calendars of Caledon and the Alexandrian Free Library for the 2nd of May, as well as Lady Eva Bellambi’s announcement for the 3rd Annual Beltane celebration.  These, of course, are only the events of which I was personally aware.  I believe there were several others as well.  In any case, feeling uncharacteristically frisky I endeavored to make a full day of it and attend as many of the festivities as time and endurance would allow.

‘Spirit of the Forest’

The day began with the the Marzipan Sweeties Revue in Magellan Kinvara.  This revue was entitled ’Spirit of the Forest’ and featured the talents of the lovely Misses Eve Compton, Finnella Flanagan, Madeline Tiratzo, and Petronella Piers arrayed in delightful costumes provided by Miss Tabitha Ninetails and accompanied by musical arrangements selected by the Nightingale herself Miss Gabrielle Riel.  I attended in offical capacity as a member of the Garda.  Rather than make a poor attempt at a full review I will instead direct those interested to the words of Mr. Mako Magellan.