Konnichiwa & Greetings to the Populace of Nottinghill Coill

We are now accepting bids for Baronial Birthday & Investiture for the weekend of February 22-24, 2013. Send bids to me at:

barontakeda (AT) yahoo.com

As Their Excellencies, Geldamar & Etain, will be stepping down, there will be a Baronial Polling later in the year. More details will be posted as we get closer to the date. As always I remain....

In Service to the Dream,

Baron Takeda Yoshinaka

Seneschal, Barony of Nottinghill Coill

Opinion: What’s The Fracking Problem?

Apparently after this Pennsic, Fracking operations are planned on Cooper’s Lake campground property. They are already occurring in the surrounding area.  What is Fracking you ask? This is what I have found.

Natural gas is trapped underground in a huge deposit called Marcellus Shale, a geologic formation that stretches from Tennessee to New York.  A drilling technique bores horizontally through the bedrock. Millions of gallons of chemically treated water are pumped in under high pressure to break up the shale and release the gas. This is hydraulic fracturing, or fracking.

Millions of gallons of toxic water are created in the process. Some of that fluid remains underground. Some will comes back out as waste water, bringing with it benzene, brine, radioactivity, and heavy metals. The risks and environmental impacts are sensitive, controversial subjects, while the political/financial pressure to support these operations is firmly established. There have been several thousand wells drilled in Pennsylvania over the past few years for this purpose, apparently with minimal oversight from the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency.

There are reports surfacing online giving reason for concern. One article describes a woman who lives by a fracking operation in Butler County, Pennsylvania—whose pond bubbles with methane and whose kids have nosebleeds at night. Others describe contamination issues close to Pennsic where water for bathing, not to mention drinking, had to be provided in “Water Buffaloes” because of well contamination.

What does this mean for Pennsic? We don't know if the water is affected yet, or if it will be in the future. We don't know if Cooper's will be an environmentally safe location in years to come. We hope so. We do know enough to know we need to pay diligent attention to this and plan accordingly

I’m not telling people what to do. Learn about fracking yourself, read --- a LOT, and decide.

Lady Katherine d’Orleans
Kumpania Painted Wheel

And The Number Of The Counting Shall Be Three

Sarishan, friends! It’s the time of year when we’re spending a lot of time outdoors in this gorgeous weather, at events, during mundane activities, and even in our own backyards. There’s a lot of things out there in the bushes we need to watch out for, and I hear a lot of misinformation circulating around. 

Even about the bushes themselves. 

I’m talking about the bane of my existence, the one thing I fear more than ticks, mosquitoes, fire ants, bears, or storms. Yes, folks, I’m talking about Poison Oak, Poison Ivy, and Poison Sumac.  It’s a cliché, but it’s true: “Leaflets three, let it be.”

We’ll start out by talking about a few common common lines of thought about the subject, some true and some not. 

False...provided you’ve showered since exposure:  Don’t scratch the rash, you’ll spread it. 

Truth: Usually, the rash comes up on your skin a few days to a week after you’ve been exposed. If you’ve showered since then, the urushiol (the oil that causes the rash) will have washed away. The “spreading” effect that has spawned this idea is due to the fact that the rash comes up on skin at different rates. The liquid inside the blisters does not cause a reaction. However, don’t scratch hard or break the blisters, as doing so leaves you open to infection. 

False...provided you’ve showered since exposure: Don’t touch the rash, you'll catch it. 

Truth: Again, the rashes are not contagious. They don’t spread the rash on you, and they won’t spread it onto other people. Now, what you can do is get exposed to the plant, get the urushiol on you, and then go up and shake hands with someone or hug them. If the urushiol gets on them, they can get a rash, even if they were indoors all day. At that point, it’s like the flu in that you can get it from a doorknob. I’m talking directly to you, people who love to say “Oh, it’s cool, I’m immune to the stuff.” Please be aware that many people are not so lucky and wash up if you’ve been exposed, unless you like the idea of being a misery vector.

False: Sometimes Poison Ivy has five leaves instead of three. Sometimes it has thorns.

Truth: Sometimes Poison Ivy grows mixed in with Virginia Creeper, which looks very, very similar to it except for the five leaves instead of three.  It is possible to get a rash from Virginia Creeper, but for a different reason entirely. Virginia Creeper contains oxalate crystals, which can irritate some people’s skin. The plants are not the same species, and for most folks, Creeper is harmless.

Blackberry is another look alike, only it has thorns. Poison ivy never has thorns. But often it does grow where wild blackberry grows. It’s sneaky like that. Still, it’s like identifying snakes....if you aren’t sure what you’re dealing with, assume it could potentially hurt you and avoid it. 

As for Box Elder...to my eye, it just looks so much like Poison Ivy I can't tell where the tree stops and the Poison Ivy vine that's frequently growing on it starts. It happens, and it's a cruel prank as far as I'm concerned. 

Usually False: I got exposed once, and I didn’t get a rash, so I must be immune.

Truth: You probably won’t the first time get exposed. It’s that next time that you have to worry about. The rash is an immune response. And it’s an unusual one in that it tends to be delayed in most people (hence the long lag in time between exposure and the manifestation of the rash). You might think you’re immune, but every time you get exposed, you risk that being the time you end up finding out how much fun steroid shots aren’t.

False. And possibly criminally negligent: I’ll just burn it out.

Truth: Smoke from this sort of plant could literally kill you or someone else. It can go straight into the lungs, cause a respiratory reaction, and cause you or someone else to asphyxiate. Best way I’ve found to get rid of it is to spray it with Roundup Heavy Brush Killer and wait a week or two. Chopping it out just encourages it and fills it with spite. So poison it, wait till it dies, then very carefully remove the dead plant and bury it. Be aware it can still get revenge even when dead. Which brings us to....

False: It’s winter. I don’t have to worry about it now.

Truth: Oh, yes, my friends. Yes, you do. And it’s even worse in the winter because it’s harder to identify it. Look for vines with reddish, hairy looking bark and little woody shoots that stick straight up and have a little bends near the top. Maybe there will be the remnants of tiny white berries on the stems. Sometimes you can find the dead leaves in the surrounding leaf litter. It can still get you even dead. It’s like the mummy or Nosferatu. Only nastier.

Poison Ivy and Oak prefer disturbed areas, but they can and do grow just about anywhere. I’ve seen them in all sorts of environments, particularly the types of places we like to have events. I’ve seen them in parks and even at Riverbanks Zoo hiding in a planted bed. 

Poison Ivy: This plant matures into a vine and covers trees, fences, anything it can get around. The sets of three leaves are pointed, satiny to shiny, with a jagged margin. The stem on the middle leaf of the trio is often a little longer than the other two. It grows into a vine that when mature, is covered with reddish, hairy fibers that look like they might be fun to touch. They aren’t.

Poison Oak: Same three leaf rule, but the leaves are rounder and the lobes irregular and random. Again, satiny leaves. This plant matures into a gawky-looking shrub that can reach about ten feet, but usually it stays in the two to four foot tall stage in my experience. It gets small green berries that turn white.

Both plants are beautiful in the fall, turning bright shades of yellow and red.

Poison Sumac: Thankfully, fairly rare. It grows in wetlands and is far less common. Which is good, because it’s brutal. The one time I got tangled up with sumac, it sent me to the ER. It can grow into a good sized tree, and has long, compound leaves of seven to thirteen leaves. It looks nothing like Oak or Ivy. I haven’t seen one since (I was at an SCA event in Georgia, actually.), so I haven’t taken any pics of sumac. It would probably behoove you to at least have a passing familiarity with it. You aren’t likely to encounter 

one, but if you do, you could really get messed up.

Learn to identify these. I would almost say avoid Google Images, because I have seen all kinds of crazy things identified as Poison Ivy that isn’t. However, if you do use Google Images, just make sure your sources are reputable. Cross reference heavily. In any case, I’d rather you be wrongly afraid of Virginia Creeper or Sassafras or Box Elder and be safe than not be aware of anything and end up in misery. So if you err, err on the side of caution.

If you are exposed to it, or think you may have been, simply rinse your skin off in cold water (this is important. Use cold water first to avoid opening up your pores.). A splash in a creek or stream will do fine, even a careful rinse-off out of a canteen will help. I carry bottled water in my van at all times for this very reason. You have a very short grace period once you’ve been exposed (I'd call an hour seriously pushing it. Anything less, your mileage may vary.), but it’s not that hard to get it off your skin. 

If you know you’re going to be exposed beforehand, applying Ivy Block to your skin creates a barrier to keep the urushiol off, buying you a little time to clean up before your immune system kicks in and goes crazy. There is also a product called Technu which can be used to help get the urushiol off after exposure. I’ve used both, and I recommend both, but in all honesty, plain cold water will work if that’s all you have. Be aware of urushiol contaminating your clothing, too, and act accordingly. I recommend undressing right there in front of your washing machine and not contaminating your living areas. Rinse off with cold water, and then...and ONLY then, take a hot shower. Under no circumstances should you take a bath. A bath will redistribute any urushiol left on your skin and coat you in something you really don’t want to be coated in.

These things might sound extreme. However, I’m the most allergic person I know to this stuff, I spend a lot of time in the woods, and I rarely get into this kind of trouble. That’s because I am paranoid and I treat urushiol as if it were radioactive kryptonite. Because for me, it is. It is possible to have an anaphylactic response to this stuff. Not only that, but wallowing obliviously in the stuff during your first week of Pennsic can really ruin your will to live the second week. You don’t want ivy rash at War. You don’t want it ever. Pay attention, learn a little woodlore, play safe!

Lacho drom!

Rani Dulcinaya the ‘Gypcian

Kumpania Painted Wheel

Dulcy's (very) Basic Bodhran Lesson

Sarishan, friends,

Since I am short on content this month (I'm looking directly at you, Populace of Nottinghill Coill), I'm going to share something with you you might find interesting or useful. I get people asking me from time to time about playing the bodhran, or the "Irish drum". If you dont' know what one is, listen to some upbeat Irish music and that low, soft heartbeat of percussion you hear is a bodhran.

Bodhrans are thought to be right on the upper edge of our timeline, so they are arguably late period.. In any case, you see them at events from time to time.

Number one question I get asked about playing this instrument is "how do I hold the tipper (or beater, or stick, or dooflatchy thing)?"

I'm not going to kid you, it takes a little patience and practice and will feel a little awkward at first. It's like riding a bike. You'll get it all at once. Hold it like a pencil about three quarters towards the business end (I know they are both " business ends"...just ignore the rear one for now.) Curl your arm out in a low arc, curl your hand so the stick is sort of pointing at your chest.

You'll hold the drum on your thigh (for now) at a 45 degree angle to your tipper arm.

About the drum: if the skin is very tight, wet it down with plain water. Yes, I know people say use Guinness and I'm going to ask you not to do that. If the head is perpetually extremely tight, you may rub it down with some Burt's Bees ResQ ointment, but be aware this will be kind of a permanent fix. Proceed cautiously. But plain water is fine. I've seen Ivar put his drum in Katherine's kitchen sink and turn the tap on before (Ivar's bodhran is very, very tight.). Your drum should not sound like a piece of tin when you strike it. It should have a bit of a dull bounce to it. If it's a low humidity situation, you'll have to dampen it often. Bodhran players keep water misters in their kit bags for this reason.

Now, put on some music you like. Something fast with a good, simple beat. It's harder to play slowly when you're learning. Avoid waltzes or slip jigs for now, they're a little more advanced. If you can't find an easy beat, find another song. I recommend a 4/4 or a 2/4 beat. Something with an even number of beats in each measure.You may use rock, or any other genre, if you like. I, for instance, know what a lot of Def Leppard songs sound like with an Irish bodhran added. I'm just saying.

Concentrate on just keeping the beat steady. Do not worry about the other end of the stick, learning to play both ends of the stick will come later. If you can't keep a steady beat with one end, you  aren't ready to try it with both.

The tipper strike ought to have a little bounce. Keep your wrist relaxed and your fingers on the stick firm so you don't drop it. I found it useful to practice a lot of little five minute sessions spread over my day rather than sitting around in one long frustrating session. You'll find your own way. Let the stick dance over the skin and enjoy the music. If you get frustrated, put it away and come back.

There's all sorts of techniques, from how to hold the stick, how to do rimshots, how to use your other hand to affect pitch and volume and whatnot. This article won't go into that. Right now, keep a beat, have fun, and get comfortable with the instrument.

I will leave you with this bit of wisdom: Not all songs or tunes need percussion, and the ones that do are not contests to see who can be louder or more overpowering. If you're all that noticeable as a bodhran player, you probably ought to consider backing off a little. Listen to what's going on around you. Sometimes the best thing you can give a tune is some breathing space. If so, simply listen to and appreciate the tune for it's own sake, and look for the next opportunity for you to join in and add something that fits!

Nais tuk and latcho drom!
Dulcy

Luminaries Illuminated: Lady Sithmaith NicAoidh (art and writing by Baron Bardulf) National Galleries of Scotland

National Galleries of Scotland
Edinburgh

Catalog of the Northern Renaissance Art Collection  1350 to 1600

“Portrait of Lady Sithmaith NicAoidh” Utrecht - Circa 1574  
by Anthonis Mor van Dashorst (1516? - 1577) 

Catalog # NGSE 4168  
Source: Rijksmuseum/Amsterdam  
Date of Acquisition: 2/31/92

Anthonis Mor van Dashorst, Dutch portrait painter, a pupil of Jan van Scorel in his native Utrecht.  He was the most successful court portraitist of his day, leading to an international career that  took him to England, Germany, Italy, Portugal, and Spain. In England he painted a portrait  of Mary Tudor (Prado, Madrid, 1554) for which he was said to have been knighted. He is  sometimes known as Sir Anthony More and the Spanish version of his name, Antonio Moro, also  is commonly used. Master at Antwerp in 1547. In Rome from 1550 to 1551. Active at the Court  of Portugal in 1552. England in 1554. Spain in 1559. Mor often returned to his native Utrecht  and spent his final years in Antwerp.

His work shows little variation throughout his career; sitters are shown life-size or a little larger,  half, three-quarter, or full-length, turned slightly to the side with an air of unruffled dignity. His  composition is simple and strong and his grasp of character firm but undemonstrative. He owed  much to Titian, but his surfaces are much more detailed and polished in the northern manner.  Mor had great influence on the development of royal and aristocratic portraiture, particularly in  Spain, where his ceremonious but austere style ideally suited the rigorous etiquette of the court.

The portrait probably was executed during the winter of 1574-75 when the artist was in declining  health. Because Mor’s eyesight was failing, it lacks the detail and vibrancy of his earlier portraits  and was therefore regarded as one of his lesser works.

The artistic merits to one side, the identity of the subject remained a tantalizing enigma for  over four hundred years. A striking characteristic of this portrait is the absence of an outsized  collar, lace cuffs and other sartorial excesses that were typical of the Elizabethan Age. Thus  the unnamed woman, although obviously a person of aristocratic bearing, displayed an  iconoclastically less flamboyant taste and sensibility than Mor’s usual clientele.

For much of its history, the painting passed from collector to collector with little appreciation in  value. The nadir occurred in 1923 when it was purchased for a pittance, then blatantly over-  appraised and “donated” to the Rijksmuseum as part of a thinly disguised tax avoidance. It also  is noteworthy that during World War II, when the Nazis plundered virtually all the portable art in  Continental Europe, this painting was deemed unworthy and was left behind in Holland.

Against this background, the anonymous portrait languished out of sight for decades in  the “Basement Collection” of the Rijksmuseum.

All that changed in 1990 when a graduate student found a heretofore overlooked reference to this  portrait amongst Mor’s estate inventory papers. Subsequent research led him to conclude in his  doctoral thesis that the subject of the portrait was none other than Lady Sithmaith NicAoidh.

If his premise is correct, then the portrait is the only known likeness of one of the more “colorful”  and yet shadowy personages of sixteenth century Scotland. Needless to say, this assertion has  generated considerable scholarly debate and markedly increased the value of this painting.

Lady Sithmaith NicAoidh was born sometime around 1530 in the County of Argyll, the third  daughter of a minor Scottish Nobleman. She was married and subsequently widowed early in  life.

Precious little reliable documentation is linked directly to Lady Sithmaith and most of what  is “known” is based largely upon conjecture, inference, and outright hearsay. In retrospect this is  hardly surprising, since the Lady was of necessity most adroit at covering her tracks.

Although largely self-educated, Lady NicAoidh was nevertheless fluent in several languages and  was reputed to have been an accomplished (and formidable) courtier.

As the third daughter and a widow, her dowry was gone and she was bereft of whatever modest  estate or endowment her title might bestow. Thus she earned her bread as an itinerant painter  of illuminated manuscripts and portraiture. Her artistic abilities apparently were quite creditable,  as they found favor not only in the Court of Saint James, but even amongst the notoriously elitist  cognoscenti of the Venetian Court.

Publicly, Sithmaith was avowedly apolitical and unusually adept at concealing both her Scottish  nationalist sympathies and her heartfelt antipathy toward the English in general and Queen  Elizabeth in particular.

Thus, Lady Sithmaith was viewed as innocuous and was allowed to travel freely throughout  Europe, ostensibly seeking commissions for her artwork - without arousing suspicions as to  her true mission: She covertly wreaked havoc upon English diplomacy abroad while soliciting  support for the Scottish cause.

Despite that, scholars have noted that certain cryptic references in English diplomatic  correspondence suggest that Lady NicAoidh provided Queen Elizabeth with critical information  regarding the Spanish military presence in Flanders. One may surmise that as much as  Sithmaith chafed under the English subjugation of Scotland, the prospect of Spanish hegemony  over all of Europe was even more repugnant.

Sithmaith’s career as an agent provocateur came to an abrupt end when an ambassador of the  English Crown intercepted one of her less circumspect letters to a cohort. Alerted to the danger  by someone within Elizabeth’s own Court, Lady Sithmaith was forced to flee northwards into  Scotland. Even though the Scottish Nobility pledged their fealty to the English Crown, in the latter  half of the sixteenth century there still were a few highland districts where this loyalty was entirely  theoretical.

During her flight, she narrowly avoided capture and certain execution on at least two occasions.  The first instance resulted in the defenestration of a Lancaster constable, while the other back-alley escape was made good in the chaotic aftermath of an exceptionally well-flung chamber pot.

Despite that some historians (invariably British) dismiss Lady Sithmaith NicAoidh as nothing more than an opportunist who sold information to any ready buyer, her effectiveness on behalf  of Scottish independence should not be underestimated. Queen Elizabeth’s failure to secure  reliable alliances with other northern European nations (most notably France and Holland) meant  that England could not devote sufficient military resources to subdue the ever-rebellious Scots  decisively.

What is known of Lady Sithmaith’s story ends on a somewhat humorous note. When safely  ensconced in the remote Scottish Highlands, she could not resist thumbing her nose at her  would-be executioner. In 1580, a letter was posted to the Court of Saint James in which  Sithmaith protested that the price upon her head (50 Pounds Sterling) was “insultingly paltry and  unworthy”.

In what was certainly an unintended “left-handed” compliment, Elizabeth apparently agreed and  doubled the bounty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Curator’s Note:  The following is an excerpt from a recently discovered page of what was apparently Lady Sithmaith NicAoidh diary:

“Seventeenth May -

I sought a night's respite in a tavern near the river. That it was disreputable enough of an establishment that no person of good name, breeding, or influence would be found there made it all the better for my purpose.  

As t'was my habit, I took supper in my room. When the kitchen wench delivered, I paid her a copper and bid her what news might be had from the public room below. Her report that a Queen's bounty-man was presently making inquiries as to any woman that traveled alone quite ruined my appetite.  

When she left, I gathered my possessions and tarried a moment that I might leave unobserved. Such was not to be. When I arrived at the top of the stairs I encountered three armed ruffians below me. Near at hand, there were four or so chamber pots that had been left for the wench to empty. Lacking any other inspiration, I kicked the lot of them down the stairs.  

In his haste to avoid my sallade, the foremost rogue planted his foot in a pot, quite firmly wedged it therein and thus fell backwards upon his companions.  

It is altogether quite remarkable what insights may be gained about one's own character, manner, morals, and virtue when they are loudly discoursed upon in the most appalling language.  

Having won a moment's grace, I fled the opposite direction and down the servant's stairway. In the kitchen I espied a cat and seized it, then kicked the door open and threw the beast into the midst of the dogs that invariably gather there to gain what kitchen scraps they may. The cat, being no fool, beat a hasty retreat. The dogs, perceiving a bit of sport and a ready meal, followed close behind. I turned and took refuge under the stairs.  

The Queen's men having sorted themselves out at this point, thundered down the stairs and into the kitchen. There they saw the open door and heard the dogs loudly giving pursuit down the alley, and assuming that I led the chase, followed suit.”