Seanachai Quote

"Do you really think there are no larger answers to the small ones we can supply? Miguel, we know there are answers for everything. Unfortunately, we know very few of them." (Alexis Paninian to Mitchell Campion following a 4 minute teleportation from Paxton, Ohio to 3XNorth, 3YEast and 150Z off the Coast of Spain, circa 5/28 & 3 weeks, OSB airdate 4/7/1959).

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Robert Noble Read to Me Chair

A big chair to stretch out in, while the story is read to Ruby.
The marketing campaign (the ultimate diversion of water = advertising) is starting to take shape.  I have nothing packaged and ready for distribution, but I am making headway with the signboads.  It is working backwards for some, but to me it is logical that I would want to know what I am selling, before I box it up.

The Robert Noble Read to Me Chair was actually discovered months ago, but I did not get back to it.  I think some lonely consumer walked into a place where I experimented with free enterprise and bought one.  She wrote back and said it was "way cool."  I think it is too.  The chair comes with a book of the one poem, Butterflies in the Trees.  Don't expect that butterflies is a sweet rendition.  Like Frost and Keats, I tend to write in the shade.  This means the poems are not mamby pamby

The chair also comes with another card for users to use.  Users can add their own text or poetry and let the chair read it back to the user.  I like sitting in it.  I don't make furniture I won't use.  If none of it sells, I still have my own uses for what I discover.  I am a water diverter by habit, but I try not to waste a thing.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

My New View of More Austral

More Austral lands were discovered.  Water diversion has already begun, and my view is actually better.  I see lovely red hills out my window and dams are causing a pool of water to swirl the sea water south of my house.  In time it will mean more places to take my tours and walkabouts.  Good for Austal citizens and good for me.  I know it will be beautiful.  The landowners are work hard to keep the environment in tact.

Farthest North and a New Line of Trousers

Trousers got wormen arrested in 1890.
Ruby says being comfortable is worth the risk.
I am a proud to say that I've pulled together my trouser aka bloomer apparel line.  It came about after a year of experimenting with what I want to wear, and only finding a couple of shops that produce the clothes I like.  I determined a long while ago that I would sew clothes women could use while steering airships, boats and carts, or riding horses.  The skirts that go with the trouser suits can be worn in a rush.  Nobody wants to be arrested on the city streets of greater Caledon.  It isn't a problem in Austal, of course.  That is why I love living in Austral.  The State encourages avant garde, but it is not known if the history of 1890 repeats in other places.  A skirt is always a good piece of clothing to have at hand.

My new shop is being set up to sell the clothes.  The tour store will also sell the garments, but its main function is to schedule storytelling tours for visitors to the Steamlands.  The new little clothing outlet in Winterfell is small, but sufficient.  It was my hope to put up a Weary WayStation in the farthest north location that allowed 100M airship travel.  A 512M parcel works well to house the "trouser" shop and the WayStation.  As a courtesy to shoppers and travellers I allow anyone to park their ship at the WayStation for 3 hours.  At 262M the WayStation is up and out of the flow of street traffic and hubub, a mess that often brings an airship to a standstill and an awful result.

Weary WayStation No. 2, Absinthe, Winterfell

Another terminal was built at Ghennyn Heath Plots.  Weary WayStation No. 3 is a statement.  Keep the airways clear for travel.  It raises the parcel value of the entire region.

Friday, August 6, 2010

All the important sigs are up for now.
Today was my last day of writing for awhile.  I did not get everything done I expected to get done.  I put togegther a list of what I did not get done:
1.  Did not get Red Stocking Unconformist explorer clothes mended.
2.  Did not get latest authenticated artifacts replicated or prepared for shipping to the catalog store.
3.  Did not get many items priced.
4.  Did get the house cleaned and dusted, but the shop in Otaki is a mess.  I will be over there to film educational videos for the teachers, but I will not have time to visit the shop.
5.  Did not get some of the discoveries I've made unpacked and sent to the Midtown Museum.
6.  Did not get to see some of my cavern friends, before I the house in Austral.
7.  Did not get to talk to Madge about meeting me in Otaki to record.
Looking through tour shop from south to north.
8.  Did not yet run into the monk, Matt Dutton (Thank Goodness, the Stars and Everyone Else).


Enough Said

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Test Run for The Hank Powellooie Air Balloon

Some landscapers would add a bush where Ruby
would rather park a hot air balloon.
I was exhausted this morning after completing the last tweaks on the Nonlinear Wireless  Then I started working on the Hank Powellooie Hot Air Balloon.  It drifted in the wind, but I wanted to make it emergency ready for "homing."   The homing device that sends it to the perfect parking spot works well, but not at greater distances than about 30 meters.  I expect customers will want to travel much longer distances using only the torch and vent.  When they get themselves way out in the open seas they might want to make a hasty return. 

The test went well.  I got the balloon way out there.  Then I took control of the steering against a very strong head wind, andI made it home in only a few minutes.  When I got within 20 meters of the airship pad, I pushed he automatic parking button and landed it squarely.  This is cause for a great celebration.  I have no idea whether I will ever adapt an airship, but I know now I can successfully build a physical hot air balloon that drifts and steers on command.  All that education I got working on the Silver and Pottery Peddlers Cart paid off.  The physics of the lands where I fly my ships are the same.  I am sure the physics anywhere pilots fly are the same.  Thrust and gravity are two laws that can be counted on.  The other laws, created by human beings are often predicted by time and fancy.

To bed I go.  A few clothes left to finish stitching, and I can call this summer a done deal.

Demonstration of Non_linear Wireless & Story Telling Machine

All the Magic is in the Revision - Official Non-linear Wireless & Story Machine w/Sound

During the revision process of Lat-wireless the storytelling system, a  recent authenticated and carbon dated machine, new diagrams and the original name was found.  This discovery is actually called the Non-linear Wireless & Story Machine.  Ruby prefers the term lateral to non-linear, but Ruby did not create the storytelling machine.  The mist maker alchemist did.  Ruby is stuck with the myst maker and alchemist's name for the machine.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

The Lat[tice]-wireless Mail and Storytelling Machine

Looks simple enough, but oh jeepers creepers doodads
the Lat-wireless does a bunch of Seanachai work.
(circa 1888)
I am utterly exhausted.  I know that sounds dramatic, but I am.  The entire matter of unpacking the Lat-wireless, preparing it for display, writing out the instructions, calling the Midtown Ladies Authentication and Nonsense Carbon Dating Division to get the necessary permissions to exhibit the keepsake left me withered.  The machine that will mean a lot to some and nothing to others took me all day to put up.

There will be plenty to talk about later.  I expect to put it on the market in the next couple of days.  I'm not sure how it will be received by customers, who usually get one device for this and another for that.  This is a system made in 3 parts.  I am a woman comprised of 4.  The contraption makes sense of 8's and so it goes.  Tomorrow I will need to publish a post about cafe curtains and doodads, but I am taking this opportunity to get the matter settled - the matter of the all inclusive story telling machine.

The artifact documentation reads as follows:
Good Day:

The Lat[tice] wireless and Storytelling Keeper. This invention is based loosely on the scope that Madge use to talk through. The Lat-wireless is not a scope. Rather the Lat-wireless is a device Ruby bought from a mist maker and alchemist. The mist maker and alchemist’s family used the contraption during times when the family joined up with the Donegallegian Circus and Midway Show.

The summer salt sea winds disintegrated the crystal ball feature for the foretelling futures, but the remaining gizmos in the machine remain intact. Any seanachai (worth sea salt) is able to access the mail feature, listen to a recorded story feature, add a new story feature, look to see if a storyteller is close by feature, and its storage feature. Only Madge hear through what she called the “ears.” Nobody else would use a scope like a phone. Her producer at the time, a Mr. Tyion was not amused when she called to tell him that a phantom lurked in the prison cell of the cavern – a phantom with the name of Mr. Polk.

Later Madge and Mr. Tyion came into contact with their fears. They met the apparition in the cavern, produced a movie together entitled the Phantom and Mr. Polk, went on to act with him in The Cavern Christmas Carol, and they would like to contact Mr.Polk about the possibility of doing another feature film at his convenience (living, dead, or partially dead).

After talking for a long while (Ruby gabbing) with the mist maker and alchemist, she decided to purchase a few more items from him. These other parts (storytelling) continue to be authenticated and carbon dated by the Midtown Ladies Nonsense Authentication and Carbon Dating division. The division works only on special deliveries that deal with some kind of nonsense, usually inspired by thoughts of Madge Middlecuddles, currently coded a pug.

None of the latter nonsense matters to individuals interested in owning a Lat-wireless, authenticated this 4th day of August, 2010. Carbon dating fixes the circa (not circus) @ 1888. A nice figure 8 -- a number that depicts accurately how a lateral or linear story gets told. There is the front side of the 8, or the stuff that happens without provocation on the writer’s behalf. The back side of the 8 is the place where the writer finds elaboration, a convenient mistake turned on its noggin, a new character that pops up out of nowhere like Ruby one did, and magic (the hard work of revision and letting go). This 8 is the only number (except for a 3) that makes sense to Ruby, and it is the only mecca where alchemy actually does occur.

Ruby O’Degee Glenfadden
edummersive discoveries
South Steamlands Tours and Store

This artifact is hereby dedicated to my long standing adoration of "on their feet simulation writers," who know how to create a learning experience and to make it fun. It is a teaching method that should be replicated again and again. It is the only kind of teaching that sticks long enough to pass it on or down, according the mist maker and alchemist.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Anonymous Pirate Manometer

There is very little that can or should be said about the manometer.  After years of wondering what to do with the piece of history, I cannot part with.  On the other hand, I need to make earnings to continue my efforts to get out the past like I see it.  Here it is:  a photo of the Anonymous Pirate Manometer in my new Austral Shop. 
Ruby considers tour costs and decides to
sell replicas of the "Manometer"
What follows is the blatant and raw truth about the Manometer.

Ahoy Matey:
This mamometer was orginally part of an apparatus that measured the weight of pirate cargo according to the O'Feagles that took possession of it during a raid that backfired in 1871. Ruby first discovered the meter during the summer of 2006 on a trip to Spokane, WA to see some geocaching friends.

In a corner of the airport women's restroom she saw a trunk obviously left by someone, who tried to empty their luggage during a security check or determined there would be additional payment for the extra trunk. It is the opinion of the Midtown Ladies Acquisition and Carbon Dating Guild that no matter how the trunk got left, its contents worth was unknown to the carrier, a descendant of the O'Feagles.

The center piece is solid tarnished gold. The wheel is made from painted press board ( a rarity in 1871). and the meter is not common. Common meters do something. This meter is for show. "There is no telling," said a chorus of the Ladies Guild, "how much this thing is worth?" One of the ladies, who later spoke briefly with a hawker from the PBS series,The Antiques Roadshow, wanted to see the Manometer up close. At first he mistakenly thought the meter was built for men, or measured a man in some way, but the Ladies assured him the manometer weighed cargo. How the story got to be a pirate story is anyone's guess.

Not much else is known about the meter. When Ruby arrived in Spokane after a 5 hours flight and long bouts of turbulence, she visited another airport bathroom. This time she looked in the corners intentionally. She found nothing, with the exception of a pack of already been chewed gum. Not thinking she stuck it on the stall door and wrote a note with lipstick across the mirror. This is not in keeping with Ruby's persona, but she was tired of airports, homeland security, air bumps, barf bags, rude ticket agents and cab drivers who knew nothing about her, or where she was headed. Not in the short term. Ruby is more concerned with the long term.

Now that Ruby has given up geocaching - it is now considered a dangerous and felonious sport and taken up waymarking instead - she is not yet ready to part with the manometer. She will sell anyone who needs a manomenter a replica for a reasonable sum.

This is one is already authenticated and carbon dated by the Midtown Ladies Carbon Dating Consortium on this day of August 3, 2010. Now go try to weigh green gold with it or climb on it and try to weigh yourself. Be very careful. A bit of gum residue could not be removed from the spokes.

Ruby O'Degee Glenfadden
edummersive worlds discoveries
South Steamlands Tours and Shop


Robomachiniac Maintence System Balloon Makes
Automated rounds to fix airships, Queen Flo Ferry Boat, carts
and the Sliver and Pottery Peddler's Wagon
Last week I discovered a cart that got pushed to the back of the garage.  With it I found a long story about family members.  This week I found another contraption in a box packed with meter artifacts, and recently sent courtesy of the Midtown Museum in Poohkeepsietomeway.  It wasn't the clock I am still looking to find.  The contraption does include a meter face and hands.  It is the kind of device or machine I've needed to come across for awhile.  The Robomachiniac Maintenance System detects any issues that arise with my airships and ground transportation vehicles.  It sends a beam to the vehicles mechanism that fixes them on the spot - at least in most instances.  There may be times when the system won't work.   

Ruby looks in on Meter Readings
for the Apparatus
It is apparent that Allena, the developer's
niece liked bright colors, and she accurate depicted through
her petroglyphs the need for airships  Hills!
It took longer than expected for the Midtown Ladies Carbon Dating and Authentication Guild to date the machine, because they could not find a crate large enough to house the contraption.  Readers will note that it looks a lot like a hot air balloon.  That is because it is a balloon, fired by air and pushed along by drift from one device in need of repair to another.  Apparently, the original developer knew a little about aetherial technology.  He decided to float the Robomachiniac.  It is not entirely known who designed the cover, but there is  mention in the paperwork of a niece, Allena.  She likely stitched together the canvas balloon cover, before she went off to marry a destitute count's younger brother.   He could not afford a balloon.  Having no use for a cover, count's younger brother sent the cover to machine developer in an effort to solicit sympathy for his wife's situation. 

The ploy worked.  The paperwork also contains a bill of lading in the amount of 5,343 florits, roughly $3,435 per the Authentication staff.  Of course, the staff is never right about exchange rates.  They take the words of others and try to make best guesses - generally and almost always way off.

There are many clues needing to be compiled into a history of the apparatus.  Since I am not a salesperson or a merchandiser I've not yet packed up any of the other items discovered over the past five year either.  The history will be assuredly done by the time the pricing for the replica version of the Robomachiniac Maintenance System is completed.  A film will accompany any sale, to prove that it did indeed make an aerial route.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Introducing Pip, a burly Scottish Clydesdale

Pip pulls the Sterling and Pottery Cart near the schoolhouse.
I've long been admiring Pip from afar.  Today I went to the horse farm to pick him up.  He is not a riding pony, although I ride him when I pull my cart.  Pip is a hard working Clydesdale.  I feed him three times a day, I keep his water trough full.  I think he will be a nice addition to the family. 

I'm not sure how Jane Eyre and Spook will feel about another horse in the barn, but I already know that Madge won't approve.  She is often grumpy these days.  I think she is trying to prepare herself for returning to school and the same teacher gets year after year.

Getting Back to Telling Lies

In her novel The Thirteenth Tale, author Diane Setterfield, aptly suggests there is a comfort in "the rocking sweet safety of a lie."  While drafting the advertisement for the Silver and Pottery Peddler's Cart, I could not help but think about the meaning beneath this concept.  Once, during my early tenure in the cavern I was asked not to use her quote as a byline.  The owners of the rooming house where I lodged, argued that lies were dangerous, without merit, and should not be circulated EVER!  I removed the byline the next day.  After all I liked my landlords, for reasons other than the lies they told, and I needed a place to stay away from the busy Cavern Communication Network (CCN).

Coward then.  Yellow streak now.  Nevertheless, I continue to say there are lie levels, and I am not adverse to using lies to make a point.  The lie that is a tale that creates and develops a truth is a lie with merit.  In turn, a truth that is disguised in the story as lie is also useful.  The truth is more widely accepted in story.  That is why I tell them, the lies, the stories and the truth. 

The peddler's cart is a good example of a rocking sweet safe place to bring out the truth.  It is a lie - a light of day lie.  It is found, and cannot be returned to the garage.  In my book an outed lie, divulged in story form, and mixed in with the soup of historical fact is the best kind of story to tell.  How much history gets in the way of moving the story forward is a complex process.  Good writers know just how much salt  or sugar to add and when.

A person who can bake a loaf of rising bread:  a combination of a living yeast, sugar, flour and oil knows how to tell a good lie.  Persons who cannot make dough puff will make do with with "just the facts" adjudicated with their own bias.  There is little wrong with bias - a bit boring, and there is so little learning that comes with it.

In its entirety; therefore, I include the text of the advertisement for the Silver and Pottery Peddler's cart.

Good Day and Thank You for purchasing an authentic replica of the Sterling and Pottery Peddler’s cart, circa July, 1903.

Ruby O’Degee Glenfadden happened on to the peddler’s cart, when she plundered through her garage to find a vacuum tube calibrator and clock apparatus. She continues to hunt for this apparatus. Anyone knowing of its whereabouts should contact the Midtown Ladies Guild Artifact Acquisition Company, Poohkeepsietomeway, NY. No need for a street address. The Museum is well regarded and known to the postal and police department of Poohkeesietomeway, NY.

The Sterling and Pottery Peddler’s cart is another story. Apparently the cart belonged to Mr. Malcolm McMaerNie who once said that his family tree was filled with horse thieves, missionaries and a silver tinker. He was the silver tinker.

Travelling from place to place near his home town in Turow, Nova Scotia meant meeting up with all sorts, good, bad and indifferent. There continues to be indifferent cultures, which live in that area. Ruby made the journey there a few years back to look for her family plot. She found it. Her family name showed up on many of the tombstones. Throughout the village there were signs emblazoned with her family name. Two in-town streets were named after family members. She did not find a one living family member. Likely, the family hid from her.

Usually Ruby does not come across family artifacts or belongings. Her work involves collecting stranger’s legacies. This makes the peddler’s cart special, but it is not known whether the cart is magical. It would need to be magical to turn Ruby into a gabby salesperson like Mr. Malcolm McMaerNie. Ruby is gabby, but not about selling tin pots and pans disguised as silver. She is gabby about stories.

Mr. McMaerNie told a few humdingers (truth disguised as stories) in his lifetime. He swore, for example that he was akin to a chief White House Curator. The curator worked at the White House for nearly 20 years. That is a lot of presidents, and a bunch of state (or personal) secrets.

Mr. McMaerNie also told a tall tale about his mother-in-law, a bootlegger who owned a speakeasy in Detroit. The bootlegger later married a cop. Finally, there was Mr. McMaerNie’s story about a child who arrived at his home during the great depression. The child was 3. When Mr. McMaerNie's father asked the child where he came from, the child pointed west. When Mr. McMaerNie’s father asked the child his name, the child said, “Jack”. The child grew up with the name Jack West, and he lived on McMaerNie’s family farm until he was 90, no further questions asked.

The Sterling and Pottery Peddler cart comes as is. Its boards, like its owner, are not quite fit. A warm, and slightly stale Blue Ribbon ale got spilled across the seat. The stain cannot be removed. The torn canvas cover is not at all a canvas cover. The torn spread was taken from the bed of the man who shared in the begetting a son and the son’s five children, who were not known to the remaining McMaerNie family tree until recently (summer 2010).

Wear Me Instructions for use with your own large horse:

First wear horse. Then wear the peddler’s cart. It will attach to the knee. If you would like to sleep in your cart or display it during story telling events, simply rezz the non-wearable from the trunk that came with the peddler’s wagon. The cart you rezz is physical. It can be moved, but not easily. Neither could Mr. Malcolm McMaerNie, the wagon’s owner. He still sits in the driver’s seat.

This artifact, a silver tinker’s peddler’s wagon is carbon dated July, 1903. Authentication confirmed on this day, August 1, 2010 by the Midtown Museum Ladies Artifact Carbon Dating Company. All rights reserved.

Former Midtown Museum Curator

Owner, South Steamlands Tours & Discoveries

Ruby O’Degee Glenfadden