Monday, November 30, 2009

Chapter 10 - Found Data

Check out links at end of each chapter...
Chapter 1 - May 14, 2009 - Tutu Troubles

Chapter 2 – Oct. 07, 2009 – About My Friends
Chapter 3 – Oct. 15, 2009 – The Inheritance
Chapter 4 – Oct. 22, 2009 – Finding Answers
Chapter 5 – Oct. 29, 2009 – A New Friend
Chapter 6 – Nov. 05, 2009 – A Treasure Map
Chapter 7 – Nov. 12, 2009 – A Treasure Hunt
Chapter 8 – Nov. 19, 2009 – And Beyond
Chapter 9 – Nov. 26, 2009 – Lost Data
Chapter 10 – Dec. 3, 2009 – Found Data
Chapter 11 – Dec. 10, 2009 – The Castle Cellar
Chapter 12 – Dec. 17, 2009 – Forever Never Ending


RosFrankie and Beyond
Chapter 10


Found Data



HOG shows the diary she has found to me and Lucy, and asks us, ‘Are these real words? I can only read a few of them and I am a good reader. ‘

Lucy looks at the pages and says, ‘They are very very hard to read because they are Old English.’

HOG asks, ‘What’s Old English mean? Do they need special vitamins because they are old?’ HOG is a big fan of vitamins because she knows so much about nutrition.

‘No,’ Lucy smiles, ‘It means that they were written a long time ago in a very flowery and elaborate script when English was still developing as the International Language of Choice for World Business Communication.’

Both HOG and myself give Lucy one of those looks which critters give other critters when they don’t know exactly what they said but they don’t really want to know either.

‘Well,’ I say as I turn through the pages of the old diary, ‘They certainly ARE hard to read. I wonder if Lordy could do something with them on the computer with one of his translation programs. Although I think that maybe even if we do get to read these words, we are going to need extra help interpreting them.’

‘Oh, yes’ Lucy eagerly replies, ‘I think that’s a wonderful idea. Let’s go ask Lordy for help. Let’s go RIGHT NOW!’

I think that Lucy might be just a little too enthusiastic about going to see Lordy, but I don’t say anything. After all, Lucy is my friend.

Lordy also seems a little too enthusiastic to see us all. Again, I don’t say anything. Friends are like that. Friends often don't say anything even though they may be thinking things. After scanning the diary and trying 247 different translation programs, Lordy finally gets a readable print-out.

‘Well,’ he says as he hands me the papers, ‘Here is what it says but I can’t tell you what it means.’

HOG and I read over the pages together. Lucy, however, becomes very fascinated by Lordy’s various translation and code breaking programs and wants to learn all about them. He tells her about a man named Alan Turing who was THE original mostest and bestest and greatest computer code breaker of all time ever. Lucy is most enthralled with listening to Lordy. A little too enthralled, I think, but rather than say anything about it, I simply ask, ‘Lucy, will you please help us to understand what is written in this diary?’

Lucy seems not to hear me. I repeat the request, this time a little louder. Still Lucy does not seem to hear me. I begin to wonder if Lightening Bugs have problems with their hearing. ‘Do they even have ears?’ I wonder to myself. Then I just try shouting, ‘LUCY!’

Lucy is finally startled out of her revelry and begins to read out loud the pages from the diary. She says, ‘In common English it reads:

On this day Anno Domini 1533 September the 7th is born ye childe of my care ye pert Bess, with neither gown, nor kirtle, nor petticoat, but a princess she be nevertheless as foresooth be all ye herein. Prithee livith long and well, ye babe of King and Queen and Traitors. A childe wanted until birthed then bidded be gone for thou art not a man childe who wouldest be King. Thou art woman childe who mightest be Queen yet know thee not thou King thou wilst servith.

Thou hast liveth one quarter year and are now thus escorted royally to thine own household in yon Hertfordshire at Hatfield House. Princess Mary no longer a princess to beith thou servant though yet she be sister of thee and old enough to mother. Princess of Wales no longer yet she knoweth no princess on England not herself. Tears do falleth and fore long I fear heads will rolleth. Babe in my arms, thou art princess but I feareth that thou would preferreth a peasant or a pauper to be.

Noweth the time for thou own words as thou beith old enough at seven to read and write and knoweth. Fare thee well my childe of many mothers.

Many mothers but none my owneth. She who mothers me I call not mother yet foresooth I know no other. He who teachest me, teachest me much but know he not how to father. I learnest much but I learneth not how to mother nor how to serve any other but to serve all. I learneth many tongues yet I knoweth nay teachest to playeth with the babe who will beith my King. Many mothers we shareth and many mothers we have not.

Edward noweth be King and I be pawn to a marriage madeth of royal worth. Yet Edward be sickly and I be sick of the games they playeth with my head, for I be old enough to mother yet I be childe still.

Princess Mary now be Queen yet sister still. Yet she angers thy people and not learneth of common love. Vermin wench she nameth me and thinkith I wouldest a traitor be. Thy Faire at Londontown is where I wish to beith yet the Tower now my home it beith all.

Villanious and traitorest and vermin beith many. Privy I havest none. Yeah gowns and crowns adorneth me, my people adoreth me for tomorrow I beith Queen. Gaffer and Grammer I know not, not wouldest I a Grammer be. By your leave I weddeth my people and none other yet none other never wilst knoweth what mightest be

For noweth I am Queen the mightiest ever or ever to be wherefore whilst I livest no King shoulest be served, foresooth I see well enough by daylight without torches to knoweth that if I chooseth King I choosest death and shouldest mad Queen rather than mother beith.

Long live the Queen.’

Lucy finally finishes reading and I ask, ‘Wow, what does that all really mean? It all sounds so very strange. Whose diary is this anyway? How can we find out?’

‘Well,’ Lordy says, ‘It is all very confusing. Maybe we should do what Mary-Ann-Drusillda always says and just follow the numbers. They are about the only thing written clearly on these pages. We can google September 7, 1533 and see what comes up.’

‘Oh,’ says Lucy, fluttering her eye lashes at Lordy, ‘I think that is just a brilliant idea. What would we ever do without you!’

At this point, I would like to tell her what we would do without him, but then I realize that not only are both of these critters my good friends, even though they both seem to be acting very strange, even strange for normally strange critters, but, in point of fact, I do want Lordy to google the date as suggested. ‘That really is a great idea Lordy. Let’s do it,’ I say.

And so we google the numbers of the date, September 7, 1533, and we find out all the answers to all our questions. It is a scary story. History is full of facts which are told in story which become myths which turn into legends and are sometimes forgotten. Sometimes they do not get forgotten. Sometimes even the facts which are so unpleasant that they should be forgotten do not get forgotten. Should the children of critters always be told the truth especially when the truth is so hard to both know and to tell? I don’t know. Do you?

‘That’s scarier than any Halloween story I have ever read. And it's true history. Very scary!’ I say to my friends. They all agree.

Obviously, after much thought and pondering and deep consideration, we all decide that there is really only one thing we can do. We don't want to think about that scary story anymore so we all decide to have a nice comfy mud bog with a nice hot cup of tea. Mud bogs and tea make life feel good!

[Do you want to find out more about the diary? If so, see the information at the end of this chapter and/or google September 7, 1533...but be forwarned - it is a scary story!!! And it's true.]
*****

As Lucy, Lordy and myself are all relaxing in the comforts of the mud bog, with HOG sitting by the side, there is a sound of wings fluttering in the air overhead. Much to everyone’s pleasure, we are soon joined by Brant and Cana and Puff. Lucy is delighted to meet three more of my friends. Friends are much better than scary stories.

After awhile, HOG, having finished her nice cup of hot tea, says to everyone as we are relaxing in the deep soothing mud, ‘Well, I’m sorry to have to go now, but I must get home and make dinner. I have gotten an idea for a new recipe which I want to try which I think I will title Diary Soup. It will take me awhile to stew all the ingredients together so that they will be digestible. You are all welcome to come over later and try it. Bye Bye.’

‘Bye bye,’ we all say in unison.

‘Diary Soup sounds a little scary,’ Lordy says, ‘ Even scarier than the diary HOG found, except that everything HOG cooks tastes really great.’

‘I know a really scary story,’ Lucy says, ‘Do you want to hear it?’

‘Oh, yes,’ everyone answers in unison with the full knowledge that they are safe and comfortable in the surrounds of the mud bog.

‘It actually has to do with some of my Lost Data. It’s called The Hope Diamond.’


‘That doesn’t sound too scary,’ Brant says.

‘It gets scarier,’ Lucy continues, ‘The Hope Diamond is a big blue stone which originally weighed 112 carats.’

’112 carrots don’t really weigh that much,’ I say.

‘Carats not carrots,’ Lucy explains.

‘Oh,’ I say, without actually saying that I don’t really know what Lucy just said.

‘Supposedly the story goes that this big blue stone was stolen from the eye of a statue of the Hindu Goddess Sita. Anyways, because it was stolen, there is suppose to be a curse on it. Anyone who owns it or wears it or even touches it is suppose to have very bad luck.’

‘Oh,’ Cana asks, ‘How about if they just talk about it?’

‘That’s okay,’ Lucy continues, ‘The guy who stole it died of a fever soon afterwards and his body was torn apart by wild animals. Kings and queens who have owned it have been executed. People who own it have drown in shipwrecks. People have killed other people to get possession of the stone, and then they themselves got killed by other people. That’s the way of curses. Even jewelers who have polished the blue diamond have ended up cursed and crazy. They lose all their money and sense of value and especially they lose all their friends. People get shot and stabbed and hurled over high bridges. Sometimes they die suddenly for no reason. They lose their jobs and their homes burn down and they can’t get any electricity to power their computers because all their batteries blow up. Still, in spite of the curse, other people keep trying to steal the big blue stone even though they know it will bring tragedy to them. Isn’t that really scary to think that humans will risk all they love to own a stone which has a curse on it?’

‘That’s very scary,’ we all agree.

‘Yes,’ I say, ‘everyone should know what’s really important in life and not be tricked by the tricks of trickery.’

Lordy adds, ‘It’s sounds like, though, that the story of the Hope Diamond being a stone with a curse on it might be a little like The Fates getting blamed for every thing. Nothing to do with the stone but everything to do with the humans who own the stone. It’s too bad though that the Hope Diamond is part of your lost data. It would be interesting to see how much it actually weighs.’

Brant scratches his head with his foot, which is actually rather difficult for a goose to do, and asks, ‘This Hope Diamond thingy stone or whatever, is it about so big with a greenish bluish color due to the boron in it and it’s also semi-conductive and usually phosphoresce?’

Everyone looks at him in surprise. We didn’t know he knew such big words. We didn’t know we didn’t know such big words ourselves because we had not heard these words before now to know that we didn’t know them. Everyone, that is, except Lucy.

Lucy looks at Brant and with anticipation in her voice, she says, ‘You have seen this stone, haven’t you?’

‘Oh, yeah, lots of times. I was born on the beaver dam over by the pond yonder and Cleaver, good old Cleaver, I always go back to visit him. He’s just got tons of stuff inside his little lodge. Bit of a messy housekeeper, really, but just so many interesting things and stuff. Problem is, he has no place to store things and he just never throws anything out. Bit of work for him too, because the dam keeps breaking and he has to keep re-building it. Come to think of it, that dam has been breaking and re-breaking every since he found that big blue stone thing. Mmmm..…maybe there is something to this curse story.’

‘Don’t be silly. Dams breaking are the nature of dams. Do you think your friend Cleaver would allow me to bring the Hope Diamond back through the Black Hole to give it to Those In The Know so that they could study it?’ Lucy asks.

‘Oh, I’m sure of it! He’d be glad to. He’s always trying to give his stuff away. Especially to a good home. It’s throwing things out that he can’t do. Says there is always a purpose and a place for everything. Only not always at his place. ‘

And so, before long, we all walk over to the beaver pond and find Cleaver.

credit: Wikipedia

Naturally, he is most glad to add the blue stone to the growing group of Lost Data found and to the formula which will be needed to get Lucy back home through the Black Hole in Andromeda. I begin to wonder how Lucy is going to manage to carry everything through the Black Hole. I don’t think that there is any luggage on the whole earth big enough to hold it all. But that is another problem to be solved later. All problems have solutions. It’s just that sometimes the solutions include more problems to solve. Sometimes that’s the problem with solutions!

*****

Eventually, Lucy, Lordy, Brant, Cana, Puff and myself are all back enjoying the comforts of the comfy mud bog when Mary-Ann-Drusillda comes happily trotting back from her excursion to the Enchanted Wood and proudly announces, ‘57,362.’

Lucy does not quite understand what she means and Lucy is hesitant to ask because everyone else seems to think that this is a fine number for Mary-Ann-Drusillda to announce. Lucy does not want to appear to be the stupidest critter in the mud bog so she just lets her curiosity not be satisfied just this once. Which is rather unfortunate because she misses out on knowing that there are now currently 3,462 trees growing in the Enchanted Wood. It’s one of those important numbers which environmentalists and other critters need to keep track of so that they can tell if the woods are getting bigger or smaller or more or less crowded or endangered. One never really knows when it might come in handy to know this information so it is important that one always knows it. But, on this day, Lucy does not learn it. And she really is just a little bit too absorbed with the sparkling beauty of the Blue Hope Diamond which she holds in her hand.

‘I really do think,’ she says, ‘that the brilliant blue in this stone is the prettiest blue that there just ever was anywhere ever.’

We agree with her that it is indeed just the prettiest blue that we have ever seen. All except Puff. Puff says, ‘Well, it certainly is pretty, but it’s not anywhere near as pretty a shade of blue as the blue of my cousin Pauly’s foot.’

‘His foot! Does he have a problem with his foot?’ I ask, although everyone else is thinking the same question.

‘A problem with his foot!’ Puff exclaims, ‘I should think not! Why, when he shakes his blue foot around in the air, the girls just go wild. WILD!’


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‘They do?’ Lucy asks, ‘Why?’

‘Well,’ says Puff, ‘I don’t know why. Just because. You would have to ask Darwin about that. All I know is that when Pauly shakes his foot, the girls go wild. I guess it is just the nature of the Blue Footed Booby living on the Galapagos Islands.’

We all look at him with a not-quite-look of disbelief on our faces, because we are all too polite to call him a liar, and besides, we know he does not ever tell lies, although he has been known to sometimes exaggerate and over-imagine.

‘I’m not making that up,’ he says, ‘I could never make up something that absurd. Only nature could make up something that absurd.’

‘Is it ALL the girls,’ Lordy asks, ‘or just the ones that have been on the Islands too long?’

‘I honestly don’t know. I just know about the blue foot shaking and the girls going wild. You do believe me, don’t you?’

‘I believe you,’ say Lucy, ‘Do you think we could meet your cousin Pauly?’

‘Well, I’m sure he’d love to meet you all and shake his foot at you. But we would have to go to the Galapagos Islands. Pauly would never come here.’

‘How could we ever get to the Galapagos Islands?’ I wonder out loud.

‘Well,’ says Brant as he counts the number of critters in the mud bog, ’I can fly Puff on my back, but I don’t think my back will carry everyone.’

‘Why don’t we ask Marge to give us all a ride?’ Cana suggests.

‘That’s a great idea,’ Brant says, ‘I heard her say last week that she wanted to go fly along the west coast of South America but that she didn’t want to go alone.’

‘Who is Marge?’ I ask, ‘I have not met a Marge before.’

‘Oh,’ says Cana, ‘she is just the most wonderful Fjord pony. We met her when we were at the Chesapeake Bay last summer. She’s a magical transporter and can take any one any where any time.’


credit: Google images

‘Could she take all of us all the way to the Galapagos Islands?’ Lordy asks.

‘Oh, I’m sure she could. After all, Charles Darwin went there all the way on the back of a Beagle, and I’m pretty sure that the Fjord ponies have been showing critters around longer than Beagles have been showing critters around,’ Cana informs us.

And before anyone can say ‘Jack Robin,’ we are all having a wonderful ride on the back of Marge, flying to the Galapagos Islands.


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We all get to admire Pauly’s wonderful shade of blue foot as he shakes it at us. And Lucy, after playing around the island with the Blue Footed Boobies, manages to collect some Lost Data which she didn’t even know was lost. But, more importantly, she discovers the meaning of fun. It isn’t something she needs to add to her formula for finding her way back home again but it is necessary to sooth her spirit. It’s amazing where one can go and what one can learn about one self when one has a magic pony to take one places one has never been before.

Maybe Nature does know something we don’t know?

A few days later, when everything has settled down and we have all had plenty of time to talk about our adventures on the Galapagos Islands, and we are back in our real every day world doing what we usually do in our real every day world, myself and Lucy and Mary-Ann-Drusillda are relaxing in the mud bog. We are just sorta discussing all sorts of things and stuff when we notice Méabh walking towards us from the direction of the castle.

‘Hello,’ Méabh yells before she even gets to us, which makes me very suspicious. Méabh never says ‘hello’ but usually just starts talking to someone in the middle of a conversation she is usually already having with herself. Méabh is like that. It’s one of the things I like best about her. But when Méabh says ‘hello’ first, I naturally have to wonder if Méabh might be sick or have a headache or something.

‘Hi,’ I say, ‘Is everything okay?’

At this point one would expect Méabh to give me one of her Méabh looks. But instead she just sorta sinks into the mud bog and lays back and closes her eyes and answers, ‘I’ve just spent hours with But down in the Castle Cellar. He’s still trying to figure out how to safely drill some geothermal heating vents down there. We walked all around down there. The things and the stuff stored down there are discombobulating. And it’s so dark. No fresh air at all. Foggy. Smelly. Oh the smells! Atrocious! I just can’t understand why But likes to spend so much time down there. It’s so unhealthy.’

‘Well,’ says Lucy. ‘You can’t find a better place to rejuvenate than the mud bog.’


‘Ain’t that the truth!’ Méabh replies, ‘I also thought it was about time I came over here to ask how you all are doing collecting and collaborating all the Lost Data.’

‘Not bad at all,’ Lucy answers her. Then Lucy, Mary-Ann-Drusillda and myself proceed to tell her all about our adventures with Marge the Fjord Pony and Puff’s cousin Pauly with the blue feet.

‘Oh, I’m sorry I missed all that! It sounds like a great adventure,’ Méabh exclaims, ‘I was wondering though,’ she asks Lucy, ‘how are you going to transport all this Lost Data back home to the other side of the Black Hole.’

‘Oh, not a problem,’ Lucy answers, ‘Just some chemistry and physics and the freedom of a little imagination. HOG has offered to help me. We will simply take it all and put it into one of her big, really BIG, pots. We will mix it all together and then we will reduce it down to a small amount of liquid which I will drink. It’s called Cosmological Soup. When I drink all this knowledge up it will become a part of me forever. Then when I get back home, all Those In The Know have to do to retrieve this knowledge is to listen to my heart beat. It’s all very high tech stuff. Easy to say but a bit difficult to do. Those In The Know are amazingly talented.’










Words:
Nutrition
Translation
Enthralled
Fjord
Boron
Semi-conductive
Phosphoresce
Discombobulating
Atrocious
Cosmological

Questions:
Do you keep a diary?
What is the scariest story you ever heard?
What makes the Blue Footed Booby’s foot blue?
Do you believe in magic ponies?
Have you ever seen the inside of a beaver lodge?
What other questions should be asked?

BTW:
English use in world business: International English is the concept of the English language as a global means of communication. Pros and cons for this concept are common, while success, as always, will be defined by what actual works in practice.

September 7, 1533, Queen Elizabeth the first: Elizabeth I (7 September 1533 – 24 March 1603) was Queen of England 17 November 1558 until her death. The daughter of Henry VIII, she was born a princess, but her mother, Anne Boleyn, was executed three years after her birth, and Elizabeth was declared illegitimate. Her brother, Edward VI, cut her out of the succession. His will, however, was set aside, and in 1558 Elizabeth succeeded her half-sister, the Catholic Mary, during whose reign she had been imprisoned for nearly a year on suspicion of supporting Protestant rebels. It was expected that Elizabeth would marry, but she never did. The reasons for this choice are unknown, and they have been much debated. In government, Elizabeth was more moderate than her father and siblings. One of her mottoes was "video et taceo" ("I see, and say nothing"). This strategy is viewed as having often saved her from political and marital misalliances. Elizabeth's reign is known as the Elizabethan era, famous above all for the flourishing of English drama, led by William Shakespeare, Christopher Marlowe, and for the seafaring prowess of English adventurers such as Francis Drake and John Hawkins. Historians often depict Elizabeth as a short-tempered, sometimes indecisive ruler, who enjoyed more than her share of luck. Elizabeth is, however, acknowledged as a charismatic performer and a survivor, in an age when government was ramshackled and limited. One of Elizabeth's rivals, was Mary, Queen of Scots, whom she imprisoned in 1568 and eventually had executed in 1587. After the short reigns of Elizabeth's brother and sister, her 44 years on the throne provided valuable stability for the kingdom and helped forge a sense of national identity. Scary times!

Alan Turing: Alan Turing (23 June 1912 – 7 June 1954) was an English mathematician, logician and cryptographer. Turing is often considered to be the father of modern computer science. He provided an influential formalization of the concept of the algorithm and computation with the Turing machine. He made a significant and characteristically provocative contribution to the debate regarding artificial intelligence: whether it will ever be possible to say that a machine is conscious and can think. During the Second World War, Turing worked at Bletchley Park, Britain's code-breaking centre, in the section responsible for German naval cryptanalysis. He devised a number of techniques for breaking German ciphers, including the method that could find settings for the Enigma machine. In 1948, he moved to the University of Manchester to work on what was then emerging as one of the world's earliest true computers. Turing was gay, living in an era when homosexuality was still both illegal and officially considered a mental illness. He was criminally prosecuted, which essentially ended his career. He died not long after, under what some believe were ambiguous circumstances. The death of a national hero, prosecuted by the nation he helped to save, is a sad mark on human history.

Hope Diamond: The Hope Diamond is a large, 45.52-carat, fancy deep grayish-blue diamond, currently housed in the Smithsonian Natural History Museum in Washington, D.C. In 1839, the Hope Diamond appeared in a published catalogue of the gem collection of Henry Philip Hope, which is where it got it’s name. It’s legend came in later years, some say as a means of promoting dramatic dinner-time conversation for bored wealthy people. The jury is out on that judgment.

Carats and carrots: carrots are long orange tasty vegetables, often used for noses on snowmen so that they never go hungry, while a carat is the term used to express the weight of a diamond, with one carat equaling 200 milligrams of actual weight. But what is 200 milligrams? Look it up.

Beaver lodge: is created from severed branches and mud. The beavers cover their lodges late every autumn with fresh mud which freezes when the frost sets in. The mud becomes almost as hard as stone, so that predators can not enter. The lodge has underwater entrances to make entry nearly impossible for any other animal except the beavers. A very small amount of the lodge is actually used as a living area. There are typically two dens within the lodge, one for drying off after exiting the water, and another, drier one where the family actually lives. Their houses are formed with little order or regularity of structure, and seldom contain more than four old, and six or eight young beavers. When the ice breaks up in spring they always leave their embankments, and rove about until a little before fall, when they return to their old habitations, and lay in their winter stock of wood. They seldom begin to repair the houses till the frost sets in, and never finish the outer coating till the cold becomes severe. When they erect a new habitation, they fell the wood early in summer, but usually don’t begin building till towards the end of August.

Blue Footed Boobies: The Blue-footed Booby is a bird in the Sulidae family which comprises ten species of long-winged seabirds. The name “booby” comes from the Spanish term bobo, which means "Stupid". This is because the Blue-footed Booby is clumsy on the land. Like other seabirds, they can be very tame. The natural breeding habitat of the Blue-footed Booby is a nature preserve of profound diversity, the Galápagos Islands, located off of the west coast of South America and made famous by Charles Darwin, who visited them in 1835 when he circumnavigated the world aboard the H.M.S. Beagle and from which log notes he wrote The Origins of Species. What does H.M.S. mean? Why was a boat named after a dog? More things to look up! Satisfying curiosity is way-too time consuming. Often worth it though.

Fjord pony: Fjord ponies bears the most striking resemblance to the Asiatic Wild Horse of the Ice Age. It retains much of its ancestor's primitive vigor, as well as the uniform dun coat color. The latter is accompanied by an eel stripe running from the forelock to the tip of the tail, and sometimes by zebra bars on the legs. The mane and tail are usually lighter in color, and can be almost silver. A notable feature is the coarse, erect mane, which is characteristic of primitive equines. Were it left alone the mane would grow as long as that of any other breed, but by ancient tradition it is hogged (clipped) so that the black hairs at the centre stand above the rest. Horses with their manes hogged in this way appear on the rune stone carvings of the Vikings, which may still be seen in Norway. The Fjord was the Viking horse. It is compact and strongly muscled and has short limbs with plenty of bone. The head is wide, with small ears, and is of pony type. It is sound and hard and can operate on a modest diet. Fjords have been successful in European driving competitions, and their stamina and courage are an asset in long-distance riding.

Check out:
Alan Turing, code breaking
Hodges, Andrew – Alan Turing: the enigma, Walker, 2000.
Leavitt, David – The Man Who Knew Too Much, W.W.Norton, 2006.
Singh, Simon – The Code Book, Doubleday, 1999.
Beavers
http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/beaver.html
Blue Footed Booby
http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/birds/blue-footed-booby.html
Charles Darwin
Darwin, Charles – Autobiography, [written 1892], WWNorton, 1993.
Fjord ponies
http://www.fjordpony.com/
http://video.aol.com/video-detail/fjord-pony-jumping/72057608196580055/?icid=VIDURVPET02
http://www.asknature.org/strategy/bf1c1fdfe342ffe4c36629815861f8f6
Galapagos Islands
http://www.geo.cornell.edu/geology/Galapagos.html
http://www.galapagos.org/2008/
http://www.pbs.org/safarchive/galapagos.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMIltYbSXBg
Hope Diamond
http://www.si.edu/Encyclopedia_SI/nmnh/hope.htm
http://www.pbs.org/treasuresoftheworld/a_nav/hope_nav/main_hopfrm.html
http://history1900s.about.com/od/1950s/a/hopediamond.htm
http://www.minerant.org/home.html
Horse
http://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/category/for-educators/eduby-animal/eduhorse/
http://www.ansi.okstate.edu/breeds/horses/
http://www.ansi.okstate.edu/breeds/horses/
Lightning Bugs:
http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/bugs/firefly.html
http://iris.biosci.ohio-state.edu/projects/FFiles/
http://www.backyardnature.net/lightbug.htm
http://www.hitchcockcenter.org/
Queen Elizabeth I England
http://www.royal.gov.uk/HistoryoftheMonarchy/KingsandQueensofEngland/TheTudors/ElizabethI.aspx
http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/eliza.htm
http://www.luminarium.org/renlit/elizabio.htm
http://www.tudorhistory.org/elizabeth/

Next chapter - The Castle Cellar due to post on December 10, 2009
PS: Emily Dickinson's birthday is December 10. When is your birthday?

All text and images copyright 2009 Jule Dupre
unless otherwise noted.
Observe much - Think long - Say little...
[Credited to Oxford professor of C. Darwin]
Except, of course, in an emergency. Then you should
Look quick - Think fast - Yell loud!
[Credited to The Evil Grandmother]
Remember to always check your references!
Always question, but question with due respect.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Chapter 9 - Lost Data

Check out links at end of each chapter...
Chapter 1 - May 14, 2009 - Tutu Troubles

Chapter 2 – Oct. 07, 2009 – About My Friends
Chapter 3 – Oct. 15, 2009 – The Inheritance
Chapter 4 – Oct. 22, 2009 – Finding Answers
Chapter 5 – Oct. 29, 2009 – A New Friend
Chapter 6 – Nov. 05, 2009 – A Treasure Map
Chapter 7 – Nov. 12, 2009 – A Treasure Hunt
Chapter 8 – Nov. 19, 2009 – And Beyond
Chapter 9 – Nov. 26, 2009 – Lost Data
Chapter 10 – Dec. 3, 2009 – Found Data
Chapter 11 – Dec. 10, 2009 – The Castle Cellar
Chapter 12 – Dec. 17, 2009 – Forever Never Ending



RosFrankie and Beyond
Chapter 9



Lost Data

‘Well, I’ve either lost the Norns or else they have run away,’ Lucy answers.

‘Who are the Norns? And why would they run away?’ I ask Lucy.

‘They are Scandinavian Goddesses from Old Norse Mythology. The Fates. There are three of them. They are called Urđ, Verđandi and Skuld. They represent the past, the present and the future. What was, what is, and what will be. Or, rather, Skuld does not represent what will be so much as what should be. What can be. Potential. They are also described as that which we can not perceive, that which we can perceive and that which we can only perceive by logical deduction. The past, Urđ is always the color grey and is a deep thinker. The present, Verđandi is always the color blue and is very friendly. And the future, Skuld, is always the color green and very hopeful.’

‘They sound quite interesting. But why would they run away?’ I ask again.

‘They always are falsely accused of doing evil things and the humans blame them for everything which goes wrong. It’s much easier for humans to blame the Spirits for their own errors rather than take responsibility themselves. And the humans call the Norns terrible names, like anti-social and liars and tricky. I wouldn’t blame the Norns if they never show their faces around Earth again. What a loss! And now even the Norns are filled with so many misconceptions. That’s what happens when rumors and lies and mis-truths get repeated. No one knows what to believe any more and what one thought one knew for sure, one isn’t sure one knows any more. It’s all such a muddle! Truth becomes stories, and stories become myth, and myths become legend, and, then, legends get forgotten. But I must convince the Norns that Those In The Know mean them no harm. Those In The Know only study and discuss things. Forever. They never draw conclusions or make decisions.’

‘Oh,’ Méabh asks Lucy, with an exclamation mark rather than a question mark, ‘do they ever get anything done!’

‘Well, of course,‘ Lucy replies, defending her mentors from an assumed insult, because Lucy really is immune to assumed insults, and Méabh never insults any one. She just makes comments on her observations, which often do sound like insults, but they never are, really. Lucy continues, ‘They classify, and each classification is open to reclassification. In fact, each classification is expected and assumed to be eventually reclassified. But the classifications are only used as stepping stones to the future of understanding.’

Méabh comments, ‘That makes sense. Sounds like a good system,’ and then she continues, ‘It seems very unfair that the past, the present and the future get blamed for everything. Very unfair. Illogical. Sometimes, though, it’s more about misinterpretation and checking ones references. Sometimes humans are hesitant to say exactly what they mean, such as sometimes the humans will say someone works well independently, when the humans really mean they are anti-social, or the humans will say someone has a very active imagination, when the humans really mean they tell a lot of lies. Sometimes it’s hard to know what humans really mean when they say what they mean. Maybe the humans don’t mean that the Norns are evil but what they really means is that the Norns are different, thus the humans are afraid of them so the humans think they must be evil. Maybe that’s what the humans really mean.’ She pauses and notices that everyone else is looking at her like they expect her to continue. She continues, ‘It is important to be desensitized to artificial external stimuli, such as name calling, swearing and high heel shoes.’

I think I almost understand all that Méabh has just said and add, ‘My father says to never believe all of anything I hear or read and only half of what I see.’

Lordy, in all innocence, asks me, ‘Do you always believe everything your father says?’

I give Lordy one of my own looks. To his great benefit, I ignore his question and continue, ‘My father also says it’s important that we don’t listen to the voices of the false gods of childhood. But the Norns don’t sound like they are gods of childhood.’

‘No,’ says Lucy, ‘they are not even gods at all. They are Goddesses. I think there is a difference but I am not exactly sure.’

Everyone ponders for a while, each thinking their own thinks, and concluding their own concludes.

Finally, the spell is broken by the words of logic. ‘Much better,’ say Mary-Ann-Drusillda, ‘to just follow the numbers. Numbers never lie, even though critters will often misinterpret them. Have you tried talking to Gödel about the finding the missing Norns?’

‘Gödel?’ Lucy asks, ‘ You mean the critter who was friends with that other critter, Einstein who knew so much physics and proved so many things that were thought right were actually wrong?’


Kurt Gödel was a kid once.
And he had to spend time learning things and stuff.
photo credit: http://www.gap-system.org/.


‘Yes, Gödel. Einstein proved that there is no such thing as the present state of the universe with his space-time concepts. Gödel went a little further and said that time is actually circular, and that, like the water in a flowing river, which flows and evaporates and rains back into the river from where it started, time does the same thing. It’s like a big circle, so that the past, present and future are always all around us no matter where we are in the continuum. So maybe, if we do the math, we will find the lost Norns.’

Mary-Ann-Drusillda, of course, understands perfectly well what she is talking about. Everyone else, even Lucy, can best be described as befuddled. Being befuddled is a tricky thing to be. It makes critters believe things which they don’t understand just because some other critter, who is very confident and smart, says that these things are true.

While they all stand around with their mouths open staring at Mary-Ann-Drusillda, she does some math calculations in her head, and sometimes writes strange symbols on the ground with a stick, and then casually announces, ‘Lucy, you have not lost the Norms at all. They are just invisible to your eyes at the moment. It’s no different than if they were 0. Zero. Zero is nothing. It does not exist in the physical world. It is non-existence. But math can prove that zero, nothing, really does exists. Zero is in between positive one and negative one. I bet that if we don’t scare the Norns with false innuendos and rumors and speculations and outright lies, or blame them for things which don’t go the way we want them to go, then I bet that we will find the Norms over by the big old ash tree which grows beyond in the meadowy marshy clay pit on the other side of the Enchanted Wood.’

At this point HOG and Timmy return to the little group having the big discussion. When they hear the story, HOG says ‘Oh, I think I’m getting a headache,’ and she starts to roll up into a ball. She recovers just in time to hear Timmy say that he knows exactly where the Norns are because he talks to them all the time. It’s a wee bit of a ways through the Enchanted Wood and past the beaver pond and over to the meadowy marshy clay pit, but he would be happy to give us all a ride over to the big old ash tree.

And thus, in a flash, we are all on his back and off for adventure. Except for HOG, of course, who must stay home to bake cookies, tend to her herb garden, and, naturally, continue to dig holes looking for lost treasures.

We see the huge white tree from a far distance off. The shadows of the Norns are moving around beneath it. Because the Norns so trust Timmy, they have no fear of our group riding on his back. They simply stay in shadow without disappearing.


Soon there is much conversation between the Norns and all of us. The Norns tell us all about Norse myths and oral histories which get mixed up with Icelandic and Greek and Roman and Christian myths and now the myths even get mixed up with anime. Everyone tends to tell what they want other people to hear. The Norns feel that it’s all a mess!

‘Just a mess!’ the Norns say in unison.

‘Exactly,’ Lucy says, ‘All data as perceived is perceived by individuals thus information exchange is dependant on individual powers of perception, which is why I collect and return all data, without drawing any conclusions, to Those In The Know. They have the best powers of perception and they discuss and question everything. They are perceptive enough to know that they don’t know enough yet to draw any conclusions. Besides, they are not artists so they can’t really draw very well anyway. Of course, I still observe and make decisions and draw conclusions, because that is what one has to do to survive in the physical world, but I must always be open to re-interpreting my conclusions.’

‘Is that your final conclusion?’ Méabh asks seriously.

‘No, I don’t think so,’ Lucy answers her, equally serious.

As for me, I am amazed when I look at the large ash tree which the Norns call Yggđrasil. It is very big. It’s over 200 feet tall. And very broad and very wide with roots which spread out equally wide around us all. The Norns tell us that the fantastic root system is very important to the stability of the tree. The bigger the tree grows, and the higher it gets, the more important it is that it stay rooted and grounded for stability.

‘Just like critters,’ I think to myself, ‘Roots and Wings. The more strength one has when one jumps, the further and faster one can fly.’

The Norns tell us, ‘Some believe that the ash tree connected the sky and the earth before there was space travel, because at that time they only had ladders which were not high enough to reach the sky. The wood of the ash is the toughest and the most elastic of any other tree. There is very little shrinkage when it dries. Because it retains its flexibility and strength, it is the preferred wood for making buildings, bows and witche's broom handles.’

‘Broom handles,’ I hear Méabh quietly note to herself. Méabh is always quietly noting things to herself when she’s not giving someone one of her looks.


The Norns continue, ‘The bark and roots contain bitter glucoside Fraxin, the bitter substance Fraxetin, tannin, quercetin, mannite, a volatile oil which evaporates very easily, gum and malic acid. Because it burns the skin of snakes, they will not crawl over its wood. Thus it is considered as a good place to sit as a source of protection, except for the fact that it attracts lightening during a thunder storm.’

‘Oh,’ says Mary-Ann-Drusillda, as she ever so slightly moves just a tiny wee bit away from the tree, because she thought she heard a thunder in the distance. But maybe it was just another Wooly Mammoth.

‘The tree is so white,’ I ask the Norns, ‘Is it a ghost tree?’

‘No, not at all,’ they answer in unison again. Then the Blue Norn adds, ‘It is white because we put clay on it to help preserve it and protect it. When the clay dries it turns white. White is a color which is very easy to misunderstand.’

The Norns are happy to share data with Lucy. I hear them say to each other, as we are leaving, ‘Truths becomes stories and stories told eventually become myth and myth turns into legend, and legends get forgotten. Unless there is a Lucy around. Then legends become the tools of enlightenment.’

The Norns now did have only one complaint left of their existence, which they told us before we left. They feel that the young upstart Columbus gets all the credit for discovering America when everyone knows it was discovered by Norse explorers first. Leif Eriksson’s team. But, critters being critters, the Norns also know that if Eriksson were to begin to get recognition for the discovery of America, then the old Chinese mythical gods would complain that the young upstart Eriksson gets all the credit for discovering America when everyone knows it was the Chinese crossing the land bridge over to Alaska on the Bering Sea. So the Norns just get on with their business and leave it at that. It’s not like America was the only thing ever discovered. The Grey Norn who is a deep thinker, the Blue Norn who is very friendly, the Green Norn who is very hopeful and the White Tree, surrounded by a deep well and giant boulders covered with a soft moss. The Norns really do have a lovely home. Home. Always such a precious word.

Well, Timmy decides it is time for him to go on his way home. As myself, Mary-Ann-Drusillda, Méabh, Lordy and our new found friend Lucy are walking home, Lucy suddenly stops and exclaims, ‘Do you see what I see?’

‘Oh,’ I say, ‘It’s KepStorey and his friend the snow leopard. I haven’t seen them in ages!’ I run towards them waving and shouting, ‘Hello! Hello! HELLO!’




‘But,’ says a rather befuddled Lucy, ‘That can’t be a snow leopard. Snow leopards don’t live in this part of the world. They belong elsewhere.’

‘Really, Lucy,’ Mary-Ann-Drusillda says to her new friend, ‘You must be careful how you say things. Critters can get easily insulted. I know because I am always insulting them when I don’t mean to insult them but sometimes it seems like they really want to be insulted. Sometimes it’s very difficult to say anything and not get into trouble. Don’t you agree Méabh and Lordy?’

Méabh says her usual ‘Humph,’ which always can be very difficult to translate.

Lordy however, also ever true to form, does not understand Mary-Ann-Drusillda’s feelings because he never seems to have any problem accidentally insulting other critters. Of course, he also does not want to insult Mary-Ann-Drusillda, so he sorta smiles in a scrunchy way and nods his head in a distorted strange manner which could mean either ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Mary-Ann-Drusillda does not get insulted but Lordy does get an ache in his neck. Lucy pays no attention to any thing which is said because she is mesmerized watching my interaction with the Herdwick sheep and the snow leopard.

As they catch up to us, I say, ‘Lucy, these are my old friends KepStorey and Mightnothavebeen.’ Actually they are not old at all and, I suppose, to Lucy ‘old’ is a very relative thing anyway. A matter of perspective.

Lucy smiles at them both and asked KepStorey if he is a Herdwick sheep herded by the Peter Rabbit author Beatrix Potter. KepStorey is very very nice. But he is not too way-too-smart and has a difficult time answering difficult questions even when they are not difficult at all. He looks at Lucy and says, ‘Mmmm…..I don’t understand your question.’

Lucy, slightly puzzled, says, ‘I don’t understand your not understanding my question.’ KepStorey just continues to stare at her and eventually she gets so confused she almost thinks maybe she never really did ask a question after all and it must have been someone else who asked the question. Finally, after a long silent pause, with everybody looking confused and looking at everyone else hoping someone will say something, Lucy says, ‘Mmmm….’

‘I think, maybe,’ I say, trying to politely clear the air, ‘that KepStorey knows Beatrix Potter as his herder but he does not know that she is famous for writing the Peter Rabbit stories. Yes, I think that is it. He only knows that she is a famous sheep herder. Isn’t that correct?’ I ask KepStorey.

KepStorey looks at me and answers, ‘Mmmm….’

At this point, Mightnothavebeen says, ‘Irrelevant. What’s that all got to do with the price of corn in Iowa?’

Everyone looks at Mightnothavebeen. They all look confused. No one says anything. Finally, I say, ‘Well, it’s been real nice to see you both again. Drop by the mud bog sometime for a nice cup of tea. Right now we have to head back to Daisy’s Field because HOG has found a diary which she wants us to help her read. Bye Bye.’

And everybody is happy and nobody is confused. At least, we don’t think we are confused, but we are really not too sure nor are we too sure whether it really matters whether we are sure or not. It’s the type of situation where, if HOG was with us, she would roll into a ball, and, after she unrolled, she would have a really bad headache. But she’s not here so we really don’t have to worry about whether we are confused or not and we all go happily on our way. Except that Méabh says, ‘Herdwick is a word which is derived from the Old Norse herdvyck meaning sheep pasture.’ This statement seems to settle everything and end all discussion until we get back to Daisy’s Field.

At Daisy’s Field, Méabh heads back to her castle or her tent or where ever it is she goes when she goes. Lordy heads off to work with one of his computers. Mary-Ann-Drusillda decides it is time to recount how many trees are growing in the Enchanted Wood. And myself and Lucy finally get to see the diary which HOG has found with all her hole digging looking for buried treasure.

Words:
Scandinavian
Perceive
Zero
Enlightenment


Questions:
Can you make a face like Lordy made? It’s hard to do and has to be practiced a lot.
Mightnothavebeen is easy to pronounce if you break it down into 4 different words. Can you guess what they are?
Where is Scandinavia?
Who discovered America?
Have you ever petted a Herdwick sheep?
Do you like the Peter Rabbit stories?
Do you know how many years ago the Peter Rabbit stories were written?
Do you write stories?
What other questions should be asked?

BTW:
Norns, Scandinavian myth, Lord Of The Rings and  JRR Tolkien: J.R.R. Tolkien, born 1892, was a professor of English at Oxford University in England. Most people know that he wrote The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, but not many people know that much of what he wrote was inspired by Scandinavian mythology which he loved so well. LOTR was the first present the Wizard ever gave me when we first dating. I knew then that life with the Wizard was the life for me.

Gödel, Einstein, etc: For quite a few years, Gödel and Einstein were both at the Princeton Institute for Advanced Study. Quoting from Albert Einstein: Historical and Cultural Aspects (Gerald Holton and Yehuda Elkana, editors):
The one man who was, during the last years, certainly by far Einstein's best friend, and in some ways strangely resembled him most, was Kurt Gödel, the great logician. They were very different in almost every personal way - Einstein gregarious, happy, full of laughter and common sense, and Gödel extremely solemn, very serious, quite solitary, and distrustful of common sense as a means of arriving at the truth. But they shared a fundamental quality: both went directly and wholeheartedly to the questions at the very center of things. Gödel did original work in relativity theory by finding a new class of solutions for the field equations of general relativity, the so-called "rotating universes" or "Gödel universes".

Herdwick sheep, Beatrix Potter, Peter Rabbit, Kep and Storey: Beatrix Potter, born 28 July 1866, was the writer and illustrator of The Tale of Peter Rabbit and other famous children’s books. With all the money she earned, she and her husband bought Hill Top farm in the lake district of England and she spent the rest of her life happily farming and specializing in the raising and preservation of the old breed of Herdwick sheep. Tom Story was her friend and the manager of her farm and Kip was her favorite collie dog.

Snow leopards: The snow leopard (Uncia uncia) is a moderately large cat native to the mountain ranges of Central Asia. It cannot roar. Snow leopards show several adaptations for living in cold mountainous environments. Their bodies are stocky, their fur is thick, and their ears are small and rounded, all of which help to minimize heat-loss. Their feet are wide, which distributes their weight better for walking on snow, and they have fur on their undersides to increase their traction on steep and unstable surfaces, as well as to assist with minimizing heat-loss. Snow leopards' tails are long and flexible which help them to maintain their balance. The tails are also especially thickly covered with fur which, apart from minimizing heat-loss, allows them to be used like a blanket to protect their faces when asleep. The total wild population of the snow leopard is estimated at between 4,000 and 7,500 individuals. In 1972 the International Union for the Conservation of Nature placed the snow leopard on its Red List of Threatened Species as "Endangered," the same classification given the panda and the tiger. There are also 600-700 snow leopards in zoos around the world.

Check out:
Beatrix Potter
Lear, Linda – Beatrix Potter, St. Martin’s Griffin, 2007.
www.visitcumbria.com/bpotter.htm
www.visitcumbria.com/amb/hilltop.htm
Gödel, Einstein
Yourgrau, Palle – A World Without Time, Basic Books, 2005.
Goldstein, Rebecca – Incompleteness, W.W.Norton, 2005.
http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&rlz=1T4GGLL_enUS315US316&q=godel+einstein&start=10&sa=N
http://forum.wgbh.org/lecture/companion-stars-einstein-godel-princeton
Herbs
http://urbanext.illinois.edu/herbs/herbs.html
http://www.dmoz.org/Home/Gardening/Plants/Herbs/
Herdwick sheep
http://www.herdwick-sheep.com/
http://www.visitcumbria.com/bpotter.htm
Scandinavian myths and folklores:
http://www.washington.edu/students/crscat/scand.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scandinavian_folklore
http://www.nationalgeographic.com/ngbeyond/rings/language.html
http://www.nationalgeographic.com/ngbeyond/rings/myth.html
http://www.norway.org/News/archive/2000/200001lights.htm
http://www.oulu.fi/~spaceweb/textbook/aurora/folklore.html
Snow leopards
http://www.snowleopard.org/catfactsclassroom/catfacts
http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/snow-leopard.html
http://www.defenders.org/wildlife_and_habitat/wildlife/snow_leopard.php
http://animaldiversity.ummz.umich.edu/site/accounts/information/Uncia_uncia.html
Wood qualities, ash
http://www.asknature.org/strategy/547dbeb778bd94c5d78eb0d18d39ccdc
http://www.woodbin.com/ref/wood/
http://www.timber.org.au/NTEP/menu.asp?id=80
http://www.woodmagic.vt.edu/html/Activities/wid1.htm

Next Chapter 10: Found Data due to be posted December 3, 2009.

All text and images copyright 2009 Jule Dupre
unless otherwise noted.
Observe much - Think long - Say little...
[Credited to Oxford professor of C. Darwin]
Except, of course, in an emergency. Then you should
Look quick - Think fast - Yell loud!
[Credited to The Evil Grandmother]
Remember to always check your references!
Always question, but question with due respect.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Chapter 8 - And Beyond

Check out links at end of each chapter...
Chapter 1 - May 14, 2009 - Tutu Troubles

Chapter 2 – Oct. 07, 2009 – About My Friends
Chapter 3 – Oct. 15, 2009 – The Inheritance
Chapter 4 – Oct. 22, 2009 – Finding Answers
Chapter 5 – Oct. 29, 2009 – A New Friend
Chapter 6 – Nov. 05, 2009 – A Treasure Map
Chapter 7 – Nov. 12, 2009 – A Treasure Hunt
Chapter 8 – Nov. 19, 2009 – And Beyond
Chapter 9 – Nov. 26, 2009 – Lost Data
Chapter 10 – Dec. 3, 2009 – Found Data
Chapter 11 – Dec. 10, 2009 – The Castle Cellar
Chapter 12 – Dec. 17, 2009 – Forever Never Ending



RosFrankie and Beyond

Chapter 8


And Beyond



The night sky is moonless and the air is dry and clear. A perfect night for me to lay back in my mud bog and enjoy studying the constellations. The stars are as bright as diamonds in sunlight. I can hear Méabh’s voice in my head as clearly as if she’s standing beside me. Méabh’s voice is like that. ‘Find the two stars at the front of the Big Dipper pot and, following the straight line between them, make three fists from the top one straight to Polaris, the North Star.’


I stretch my arm out straight and makes a fist with my hand. I focus my eyes and place my fist on two stars in the Big Dipper and then I follow straight along their line for three fists length, and, voilà, there is the bight Polaris twinkling back at me.

I listen again to Méabh’s voice in my head, ‘From the end of the handle on the Big Dipper, imagine a straight line through Polaris. On this line, three fists distance from Polaris, is the star constellation Cassiopeia, also know as the Crown or the Vain Queen, depending on whose vivid imagination you want to give credence to.’


I find Cassiopeia’s crown easily. ‘Now,’ Méabh’s voice continues in my head, ‘Following the straight line made by the three stars at the base of the crown, follow three and one-half fists and you will come upon the Swan, known as the Constellation Cygnus. The tail of the swan is the bright star Deneb, which is one corner of the Summer Triangle. The other two corners are the bright star Vega, in the Lyre Constellation, and the bright star Altair, in the Aquila Constellation. Aquila is an eagle. In Japanese mythology, Vega and Altair are the two lovers who only get to meet once a year in the Tanabata Celebration in July. Every culture has numerous myths and legends regarding the stars. Myth is important and interesting to some people. But the best reason to know where the stars are in the sky is so that you won’t get lost at night. And if you do get lost at night, you can find yourself again.’

Méabh knows a lot about the stars. She can find Sirius, the heart of the Dog Constellation, and Orion with his belt and his shoulder star, Betelguese which is pronounced like ‘Beetle Juice.’ She knows where the Princess Andromeda is, where the seven sisters of the Pleiades are, and where the bull Taurus is located. And she also knows a lot about getting lost and finding herself again. I really can not imagine how anyone can grow up properly without a friend like Méabh in their life.

I still have trouble finding certain constellations but I usually can find the Big Dipper, Polaris and Cassiopeia fairly easily. Tonight as I am staring very hard at Cih, the brightest star in Cassiopeia, my eyes start to go in and out of focus because Cih is blinking so much. It is making me dizzy.

Finally, I realize that I am not actually looking at Cih blinking but, depth perception playing the tricks that it does on one’s mind, I am actually looking at a tiny firefly which is hovering at the tip of my nose.


I recover from my surprise and say, ‘Hi. My name’s RosFrankie. What’s your name?’





’ the firefly answers.


‘Huh???’

‘ﻉ ﺹ’

‘Huh???’

‘ȹώϹ’

‘Huh???’












'Huh???’

‘Lucent.’

‘Lucent?’

‘Yes, Lucent. It means light. Enlightenment. You may call me Lucy for short.’

‘Hi Lucy.’






‘Hi.’

‘It’s nice your name means light. I don’t know what RosFrankie means.’

‘I do,’ says Lucy, ‘It’s short for Rosalind Franklin.’

‘How do you know that?’ I inquire.

‘I know lots of stuff. I used to know Rosalind Franklin. I kept telling her not to get so close to the x-ray crystallography camera but she was always so intent on what she was doing that she kept forgetting. She was special. You must be very proud to be named after such a wonderful person.’

‘Oh,’ I exclaim, ‘I am. I really am,’ all the while thinking that I have to ask Méabh more about Rosalind Franklin. Of course, Méabh will tell me to look in ‘THE’ books, but that’s okay because I like looking in ‘THE’ books.

‘Where do you live?’ I ask.

‘I live on the other side of a Black Hole past the Andromeda Constellation.’

‘Oh, that’s very far away. I live right here and this is my mud bog. You are welcomed to use it anytime you want to rest and relax,’ I tell Lucy.

‘Thank you. I’m a bit tired right now.’

‘Have you been away from home for very long?’

‘Not too long. Only three thousand years,’ Lucy answers as she closes her eyes and lays back on my nose.

‘Three thousand years!’ I am surprised. ‘How old are you?’

‘By your years, I’m just over twenty billion years old. I haven’t even reached my prime yet. I’m rather young to be doing what I am doing.’

‘What are you doing?’

‘Gathering information and data about Earth to bring back home to be studied by those who study things and stuff. I call them Those In The Know. But they’re really okay as creatures go. They like to study and learn things.’

‘That sounds like a really important and big assignment.’

‘It’s been an interesting and fun assignment until now.’

‘What has happened now?’ I asks.

I notice Lucy bow her head. Well, she bows her head as much as any lightening bug can bow their head, which is hardly at all and barely perceptible. But I am very perceptive. After a pause, Lucy replies, ‘I’ve lost much of my data.’

‘Oh, that’s terrible,’ I sympathize, ‘Can I help you find it?’

Oh, would you do that? That would be wonderful!’

‘Of course I would. And I will ask all my friends to help. It will be an adventure.’

‘Oh,’ replies Lucy, ‘Thank you so much! I feel so much better.’ Then she asks me, ‘Do you have many friends?’

‘Oh, I have many wonderful friends. First are my parents, of course, and there is Méabh. Then Mary-Ann-Drusillda and Lordy and HOG and Brant and Cana and Puff and Sunbeam and But and Ms. Wiseman and her friend Dr. Keddy and, now you Lucy, and, of course, there are all the friends whom I have not met yet.’

‘Wow,’ Lucy says, ‘You’re very lucky. I know many creatures who are my acquaintances but I seem to always be too busy to have friends. You are my first friend.’

This statement, which sounds kind of sad to me, makes me ask, ‘What is the difference?’

‘Oh, it’s a very important difference,’ Lucy answers, ‘A friend is someone whom you can trust even when you know that they are wrong. You know you can tell them they are wrong, and they will trust that you are right. Unless, of course, you’re wrong. Friendship is a very interactive thing.’

‘Well,’ I smile, ‘then I really do have a lot of friends. Méabh says that one can never have enough friends. Méabh is always right. Usually.’

‘I can’t wait to meet all your friends,’ Lucy says as she lays back comfortably on my nose and falls asleep. Leaning on a friend one trusts makes for a very sound and deep sleep. I don’t move until Lucy wakes up again, and I never mentions to Lucy that she is a very loud snorer. Sometimes being a good friend means that one doesn’t have to tell all the truth all the time, but only sometimes.

After Lucy has a comfortable and restful nap on my nose, I say, ‘Why don’t we have a nice cup of Peppermint Tea while you tell me all about your Lost Data?’

‘That would just hit the spot!’ exclaims Lucy, using one of the many colloquialisms which she has learned during the last three thousand years. It took me a bit of time to find a tea cup small enough for Lucy. However, living where I do, on a farm in a village near a city and mountains and the ocean, usually whenever I need something, I can usually find it if I look hard enough.

The aroma of the peppermint is very refreshing, but just as Lucy is about to take a sip, the sound of a great roar fills the air and the ground begins to tremble and shake so strongly that huge waves of tea spill over her cup and into the mud bog. ‘What is that?’ she asks with fear in her voice as she hugs up closer to me.

‘What’s what?’ I ask, because I am so familiar with the roars and rumbles that I no longer notice them, ‘Oh, you mean all the vibrations. That’s nothing. That’s just Timmy with another tusk ache. He’s on his way to HOG’s haystack. Every time he gets a tusk ache, she fills it with cloves so that it doesn’t hurt him anymore. If you look over towards Daisy’s Field, you’ll see him. He’s quite a gentle creature unless he has a tusk ache and then he gets a little rambunctious.’

As Lucy looks towards Daisy’s Field, she sees a large furry creature with huge curly tusks running and stomping and roaring through the field. It’s eyes, ears and mouth are all covered with fur and one can only assume that they are there rather than actually see them. The critter looks like a big round fur ball with tusks for handles. But it would take a giant to handle this fur ball.



Lucy gasps in disbelief at what she see, ‘But, but, but that’s a Wooly Mammoth!’

‘Is it? I guess so. I don’t know. All I know is that it’s Timmy. He’s really quite nice. He gives us fun rides through the fields and woods when his tusks don’t bother him. This tea is quite good,’ I reply as I sip my tea.

‘But he’s a Wooly Mammoth. Wooly Mammoths are extinct!’ Lucy excitedly proclaims.

‘Are they?’ I say, and then I ask Lucy, ‘What does extinct mean?’

‘It means they don’t exist anymore.’ Lucy answers knowledgably.

‘Timmy exists,’ I state knowledgably.

‘Yes, I can see that,’ Lucy smiles, ‘and I can see that I have also found some of my Lost Data. When we finish our tea, and the ground stops shaking, and the roars stop roaring, can we go visit your friend HOG and her guest Timmy?’

“Oh, of course. I was planning that anyway. Right after tea. Drinking tea and relaxing in mud bogs must never be rushed. That would be bad for the digestion,’ I state, and then realize that I sound very much like my mother. My mother really loves a good cup of tea. And I love my mother but I'm not too sure that I want to sound like her. After all, she is her and I am me.

After tea, Lucy flies and flutters by my side as I walk to HOG’s haystack over in Daisy’s Field. Which is not very easy for Lucy to do because I must keep making sudden moves to avoid stepping in all the holes which HOG has been digging looking for buried treasure.

‘I think,’ I mutter to no one in particular, ‘that we are going to have to ask HOG to fill the holes back in after she digs them. It is getting very difficult to walk around these fields.’

‘Does she ever find anything valuable?’ Lucy asks, even though her mind is more on the Wooly Mammoth she is about to meet.

‘Yeah, Lots of neat stuff. She’s found nuts which a squirrel had buried so then she made Squirrel Nut Bread; a plastic bag which is very very old, maybe; a tree branch which some witch had turned into a rock; and once she even found black liquid gooey stuff which she didn’t think tasted good enough for any of her soups but she did find it burns slow and makes a good light when the days are dark and dreary.’

At this point, HOG sees me walking, or rather stumbling, through the field, and, with Timmy comfortably napping after having his tooth fixed, she runs excitedly to meet me.

‘RosFrankie! RosFrankie! Guess what I found when I dug a hole over in The Enchanted Wood,’ HOG yells as she alternately runs and rolls toward me.

‘What? No, wait! First, you must meet my new friend Lucy,’ I introduce HOG and Lucy to each other but Lucy, not meaning to be rude, can not take her eyes off of the huge sleeping fur ball of a Wooly Mammoth called Timmy..


‘I never….’ Lucy vocally trails off in disbelief.

I can tell that HOG thinks that maybe Lucy is a little socially retarded, but that isn’t the kind of thing that really matters to HOG anyway, as she looks at me, and trying very hard not to roll with excitement, exclaims,
‘A diary. A real, honest-to-goodness and very old diary.’

‘A diary,’ I repeat her words, ‘How exciting. How interesting. Who wrote it?’

‘I don’t know. It does not say.’

‘Oh, I think we will have to read it and do some investigating. I haven’t done any investigating for a very long time. At least three days!’ I say. I’m suddenly filled with anticipation.

‘Eww…’says HOG, as she starts to roll, ‘That sounds adventurous. Dangerous!’

‘Don’t worry, HOG,’ I comfort her as she unrolls, ‘You don’t have to do any of the adventuring. We all can do it. Especially now that we have Lucy to help. She knows lots of stuff and things and she needs us to help her find some Lost Data.’

‘Oh, well, that’s alright then. I won’t worry,’ HOG replies as she looks over at Lucy. Lucy is softly petting the giant fur ball who goes by the name of Timmy. ‘ But is she safe to be with all alone? She’s acting very strange. One would think, looking at her, that she had never ever seen a Timmy before in her life.’

‘Actually, much to my surprise, I believe that she has not ever seen a Timmy before in her life. She said something about there not being any Timmys anymore that she knew about. She said Timmys were all part of the Lost Data which she needs to find before she goes home again.’

As I am explaining this to HOG, Mary-Ann-Drusillda comes out of the haystack which they call home and overhears the explanation and the dilemma which Lucy is in.

‘What other data has she lost?’ Mary-Ann-Drusillda asks with curiosity. As a mathematician, Mary-Ann-Drusillda understands the importance of finding lost data.

‘We’ll have to ask her when she recovers from meeting Timmy. We were having tea in the mud bog and she was about to tell me when Timmy rumbled by. She called him a Wooly Mammoth and said he is extinct.’

‘That’s not a very nice thing to say!’

‘I don’t think she meant it in a bad way. Maybe something got lost in the translation from her native tongue. She really seems very very nice. I really like her and I think you both will also when you get to know her better. I think when she saw Timmy she kinda felt like HOG felt when she got the letter from the lawyer saying that she was to inherit something very valuable.’

‘Oh,’ says Mary-Ann-Drusillda, thinking that she hopes Lucy does not try to stuff Timmy into a bucket of salt. Mary-Ann-Drusillda is pretty sure that he would not like that at all.

‘Oh,’ says HOG, thinking that she really would love to have an AGA stove someday when they can afford to make the kitchen bigger in their comfy little haystack.

HOG sighs, and then realizes that it is time for her to wake Timmy out of his slumber before he forgets that he is suppose to wake up. “Mary-Ann-Drusillda, will you please help me with Timmy?’ As they go over to the giant sleeping fur ball, Lucy returns to my side.

‘I am so excited,’ she says to me, ‘To finally, after all these generations, finally meet and see and touch a Wooly Mammoth. You just can’t imagine…’ she trails off. I’m not too sure whether I can imagine or not imagine because I know that I can imagine quite a lot and sometimes I am accused of over-imagining.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden appearance of Lordy who walks straight up to Lucy without saying anything to anyone else. His little heart starts beating fast and he immediately says, without thinking or hesitation:
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And Lucy, temporarily turning the color red, becomes invisible, but even though she is invisible she immediately replies, without thinking or hesitation:
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And from that moment on, they are never separated, no matter how far apart they are physically. Some say they are soul mates, the stuff of legends.

The phenomenon of Lucy becoming invisible so distracts and confuses me that I don’t even ask Lordy and Lucy what all the dotting and dashing was all about, but rather I say to Lucy, when she becomes visible again, ‘What was that? What happened? Where did you go? You were invisible? You disappeared. That was really cool! But you were gone. You weren’t here. You were invisible. Did that have anything to do with magic invisible ink? But you came right back. Without being pressed by a hot iron. What really just happened?’

I finally pause to catch my breath and Lucy answers, ‘Just because you could not see me does not mean I was invisible. It wasn’t me that is the problem but your eyes. I was breathing fast, so fast that I was actually pulsating and vibrating so fast that you could not see me. Your eyes can’t focus that fast. It takes time for chemical impulses to run all around your brain from your eyes and back and forth. You just couldn’t see fast enough. It’s kinda like a Persistence of Vision thing. Like when helicopter blades turn so fast that you can only see a blur.’

‘Oh,’ I look at her with a little doubt in my eyes, ‘but something else was also going on.’

‘Well, yes, I guess,‘ Lucy answers, trying hard not to look at Lordy and have the process start all over again, ‘you must remember, I am a little different than you. When I breathe fast I become invisible to your eyes and I also change colors to go along with my emotions.’

Lucy’s attempt to prevent me from questioning her about the effect Lordy has on her works very well and I instead ask her about the meaning of all the different color changes. After all, Lordy and I have been best friends since forever, and because of that friendship I don’t think I will ever be able to see Lordy through the eyes of Lucy. Lordy seems to be having enough trouble understanding it all himself. I sense something going on but I don’t know what I sense, so instead I just ask Lucy, ‘So what do all the colors mean?’

‘Mostly I’m yellow, which is peaceful and secure, joyful even. When I’m grey I’m in deep-thinking mode. When I turn black, I’m really sad. When I turn red, I’m excited and start to breathe fast. When I’m blue, I’m friendly. Green means I’m feeling lucky and hopeful. Purple means I’m confused. When I’m orange I’m playful. When I’m brown I’m very stable. Invisible is a color we don’t see. But mostly I am just me, which is yellow. Peaceful and joyful,’ Lucy very successfully sneaks the color red in the middle of all this muddle where she thinks it got lost from my curiosity. It didn’t quite work but I sense that Lucy isn’t being dishonest with me, her new friend, but that she just doesn’t want to have to explain something to me which she herself does not quite understand. I think she really is just being honest with herself.

Anyway, Lucy is saved from further questioning from me by the sudden appearance of Méabh. Méabh has heard from the eagles that there is a new critter in the area and she wants to check this critter out. I make the proper introductions and Méabh feels that Lucy is not only a safe critter to have around but also a most interesting critter, Rather novel, even for someone of Méabh’s wide range of critter expertise.

After Lucy explains her mission and directive to Méabh, Méabh asks Lucy if there are any experts who might be able to help her find her lost data.

Lucy sighs and answers, ‘I don’t usually go by what the experts say because usually the experts can only tell what they know. They’re not any good at all in knowing what they don’t know.’

Méabh nods her head knowingly.

Then I ask Lucy, ‘So what else have you lost?’


Words:
Constellation
Mythology
Colloquialism
Rambunctious

Questions:
Have you ever heard of a tree turning into a rock?
What time of year is Orion’s Belt most visible at your house?
Do you want to ride a Wooly Mammoth?
Do you have a secret language, like Morse Code, which you use with your friends?
What other questions should be asked?

BTW:
Tanabata: Tanabata, also known as the "star festival", takes place on the 7th day of the 7th month of the year, when, according to legend, the two stars Altair and Vega, which are usually separated from each other by the Milky Way, are able to meet. You can check these stars out with a star chart or on the computer with Stellarium, and see how close they look to each other on 7 July.

Morse Code: Morse code uses a standardized sequence of short and long elements to represent the letters, numerals, punctuation and special characters of a given message. The short and long elements can be formed by sounds, marks, or pulses, in on off keying and are commonly known as "dots" and "dashes" or "dits" and "dahs". Originally created for Samuel F. B. Morse's electric telegraph in the early 1840s, Morse code was also extensively used for early radio communication beginning in the 1890s. For the first half of the twentieth century, the majority of high-speed international communication was conducted in Morse code. However, the variable length of the Morse characters made it hard to adapt to automated circuits, so generally today it has been replaced by machine readable formats. The most popular current use of Morse code is by amateur radio operators. Pilots and air traffic controllers are usually familiar with Morse code and require a basic understanding. Morse code is designed to be read by humans without a decoding device. For emergency signaling, Morse code is extremely versatile. SOS.

Check out:
Color theory
http://psychology.about.com/od/sensationandperception/a/colorpsych.htm
Extinct
http://www.britannica.com/bps/search?query=extinct&source=MWTEXT
Languages
http://www.infoplease.com/ipa/A0855611.html
http://www.google.com/language_tools?hl=EN
Light
http://www.howstuffworks.com/light.htm
http://www.learner.org/teacherslab/science/light/
http://www.answers.com/topic/light
http://www.physics4kids.com/files/light_intro.html
Lightning bugs
http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/bugs/firefly.html
http://iris.biosci.ohio-state.edu/projects/FFiles/
http://www.backyardnature.net/lightbug.htm
Morse code
http://www.wrvmuseum.org/morsecode/morsecodehistory.htm
http://web.mit.edu/invent/iow/morse.html
Space exploration, Hubble telescope, Dr. Hubble
http://images.google.com/images?sourceid=navclient&rlz=1T4GGLL_enUS315US316&q=hubble+telescope&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=8ny2Sc_cE6DOMuXqiOUK&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&resnum=1&ct=title
http://hubble.nasa.gov/
http://www.stsci.edu/resources/
http://books.google.com/books?q=hubble+telescope&source=bll&ei=8ny2Sc_cE6DOMuXqiOUK&sa=X&oi=book_group&resnum=18&ct=title&cad=bottom-3results
http://hubblesite.org/the_telescope/hubble_essentials/edwin_hubble.php
Star constellations
http://www.astro.wisc.edu/~dolan/constellations/
http://www.nationalgeographic.com/stars/attractions/index.html
http://www.astro.uiuc.edu/~jkaler/sow/sowlist.html
http://csep10.phys.utk.edu/astr161/lect/time/constellations.html
http://curious.astro.cornell.edu/question.php?number=438
http://spaceplace.nasa.gov/en/kids/st6starfinder/st6starfinder.shtml
Tea
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea
Martin, Laura – Tea, Tuttle, 2007.
Gautier, Linda – Tea Aromas & Flavors, Chronicle, 2006.
Wooly Mammoth
http://school.discoveryeducation.com/schooladventures/woollymammoth/
http://www.enchantedlearning.com/subjects/mammals/mammoth/
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/04/0408_050408_woollymammoth.html
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x7lo7m_baby-woolly-mammoth-discovered_animals
http://www.nps.gov/bela/historyculture/woolly-mammoth.htm
www.amherst.edu/~pratt/


Next chapter: Lost Data due to post on November 26, 2009

All text and images copyright 2009 Jule Dupre
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