Hello there men! The Grand Duchess and I have just returned from 10 days camping on
At any rate, we returned yesterday, following an evening in my old stomping grounds (
On a more interesting note, there is the translation project I've been contracted to do -- a bunch of articles and chapters on Norwegian-American immigrant women and their political activities during the 19th and early 20th centuries -- Norwegian to English. Should be very interesting reading/translating and will give me a chance to use some recently dormant linguistic skills. . .
In my former life, I researched 19th century Norwegian women authors, who wrote in dialect -- a response to the growing Norwegian nationalism of the same period. At one time, I had hoped to write my doctoral dissertation on some of these women and their work. Unfortunately, I encountered stiff opposition/disinterest from faculty advisors and committee members, so that didn't happen. But, my desk was two seats away from the Grand Duchess in our shared office at the
Things are busy on the physical fitness front too for the next several weeks, There are a couple of organized bike rides in the 50-100 mile range that I will do with the Grand Duchess and our Australian cycling/speed skating friend "Leo", who is married to an American academic and lives not too far from us. Like me, Leo is a one-time fan of the British TV series Doctor Who, and he might also become a possible wargaming opponent. Leo once let it slip that he was a Napoleonic wargamer during his pre-university days back in the late 70s-early 80s. Hmmmm. Seems I’ll have to put the thumbprint on him and rekindle his interest in the hobby.
In the meantime, I'll be catching up on Battlegames issue #8 (Another wonderful issue. Henry does an amazing job, doesn't he?) and attempting to come to grips with the 80 or so Revell Austrian SYW grenadiers that need painting -- plus one sorely neglected and needy old cat who hasn't let us out of her sight since we returned yesterday afternoon. Poor, poor kitty! As I always remark to her, “It’s a dog’s life!” Then, there are all of those imaginary 18th century blogs out there to read plus assorted other hobby-related things. On that note. . .
Rumors are rife throughout the Grand Duchy of Stollen that Irwin-Amadeus II has taken delivery of his freshly laundered lobster costume from Grizelda (the palace laundress) just in time for an upcoming state ball. What bizarre incidents will transpire during the function? How might the Grand Duke embarrass himself and his ministers next? What strange direction will Stollenian political affairs take on the apocryphal stage of late 1760s Europe? Will the Electorate of Zichenau invade the southernmost provinces of Stollen? And where is Oberfeldwebel Klatschen when he's needed most? Stay tuned to find out. Ah, the life of a nerd. . . It's good to be back. Charge!