Feb. 25th, 2004

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Last night, I read a fascinating article in last Sunday's Chicago Tribune Magazine about a complete new English translation of the Zohar commissioned by the Pritzker family. I almost didn't finish it however, because the reference on the last page to "Miester Eckhart" made me want to rip it to shreds. I really don't understand why this irritates me so much. Perhaps because it's so easy to prevent? I don't know what style guides newspaper editors use these days, but even a quick Googling would've brought the correction Do you mean Meister Eckhart?

Today, an article on hate festival "Aryanfest" linked to by [livejournal.com profile] arkanjil referred to something called "the zeig heil". Only an English-speaker would think that two completely differently spelled vowels should sound the same. From the sound of it, the Phoenix New Times is probably a free paper, but is it too much to expect that they should have at least one contributor or editor who knows how to spell "Sieg Heil"?
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Gnomish whitesmith Bielek of Ulek and flamboyant polymath Owlet of Highfolk are conferring beside the door to Sarata's former lair.
Owlet: I had something more...menacing in mind?
Bielek: How about doing the eyebrows in white gold?
Owlet: Right, because geriatric timber wolves are real scary.
Bielek: It could be a Winter Wolf!
Owlet: We're trying to move away from ice-denizen imagery!
A page entres.
Bielek: Well, you've rejected black iron, lead, and steel! What am I supposed to do, smelt--
Owlet: [to page] Yes, what is it?
Bielek: Who is that?
Owlet: Haven't you met the newest member of our company? An orphan from Chendl, he's so enamored of his Lord, he's taken his name as his own.
Bielek: Is that so! Well, what do you have for us, Page Davis?
Page: "Uncle Owlet"'s presence is requested in the Hall of Gates.
Later, in the Hall.
Page: This way, Uncle!
Owlet: But that's the gate to my tower! Did Korgrim--
He steps through.
Owlet: --have something to do with this?
The page appears beside him.
Page: He asked that you close your eyes before proceeding downstairs.
Owlet: Ridiculous! There's no way I'll consent to do that!
Page: Uncle Korgrim suspected as much, which is why he gave me this.
Page raises a wand.
Owlet: What the Hext--
Page: Botox!
Owlet: MY EYES! Oh, ye GODS! I cannot see!
Page: Take my hand, Uncle!
Owlet: You treacherous snipe! When I regain my sight--
Page: Korgrim waits below with the remedy.
Owlet: --I'll sell you both to Infernal slavers! I'll have your worm-ridden hides sold as inferior wineskins! I'll--take your hand away, I can find my way blind better than most sighted men in full daylight!
He descends through a trapdoor.
Korgrim: FRIEND OWLET! WELCOME! XOTOB!
Owlet regains his sight. He is momentarily at a loss for words.
Here endeth Part the First.
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Korgrim: Brother Owlet, I've never known you to go so long without speaking. What do you think?
Owlet: I think it's very fortunate you don't read thoughts. Where did this come from?
Korgrim: We had commissioned it for the chapel--
Owlet: But, in the end, you decided it wasn't understated and tasteful enough for a Temple to Kord?
Korgrim: Not impressive enough! The replacement will be eight ells high, burnished brass, ornamented with--
Owlet: --a loincloth, hopefully.
Korgrim: And detract from the raw power of the sculpture?
Page: But this is more than just a sculpture.
Owlet: It tells time? No, wait, that requires counting to twelve...
Korgrim: It's a fountain! Fiat aqua!
Owlet: But then where does the water come ou--OH MY STARS.
Korgrim: Ingenious, isn't it? That part was Balin's idea. He helped a lot.
Owlet: That would explain the extensive use of dead animal parts in the decorating scheme.
Korgrim: Feel this! Real parandrus hide! Is there anything finer?
Owlet: Yes. Anything.
Looks down.
Why is the floor so filthy?
Korgrim: Oh, that's not filth. It's a special covering designed not to show dirt.
Owlet: Which it accomplishes by looking exactly like dirt.
Page: That was part of the concept. They wanted to bring some of the outdoors in. A tribute to your love of the forests.
Owlet: My love of the forests...it's sort of a Platonic love, uncontaminated by too much association with base matter.
Page: Here is the area they imagined as your retreat. How does the art on the walls please you?
Owlet: What art?
Korgrim: Another ingenious idea of Balin's!
Owlet: He really should leave the life of beating men and beasts to a pulp behind and devote himself exclusively to his "ingenious ideas".
Korgrim: What, and lose his connexion to his sources of inspiration? Anyway, here's how it happened: I was standing...here when the morning sun came through the window and cast the shadow of my head on the far wall. Balin said, "If only there were a way to fix it there forever." So we outlined it with chalk. Then he took a lantern and we went around the room. He cast shadows of all parts of my body. I was thinking of you while we did it...
Owlet: Yes, ahem, I see that.
Page: Such excellent detail! How true to life!
Owlet: I do not want to know how you know that!
Korgrim: I'll wager it's something you never would've come up with!
Owlet: I'm more concerned how it will come off.
Korgrim: You mean...off the wall? Oh, no. We chisled out the shadows before filling them with pigment. They're part of the wall.
Owlet: You're kidding, right? No relief from the bas relief...
Page: You still haven't said anything about the colours, Uncle.
Owlet: Do I really need to? Hmm...er...oh, how clever! Potential intruders will think the walls covered in Yellow Mould and Green Slime! I didn't worry about them creeping across them to murder me in my sleep.
Korgrim: Enough quips, Friend Owlet! Tell me, how do you really feel about your new tower?
Owlet: [to page] Blind me again. Please.

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