Wednesday, 29 December 2010

There's No Place Like Home For The Holidays...

For those of you who have been wondering, I DID make it home to Maryland in time for Christmas! My flight on the 23rd was blissfully uneventful. Thank you to everyone for the prayers and kind thoughts (especially Ms Lucy and Cousin Paula)! I wouldn't have made it without you! I did have to fly into Newark Airport instead of Philadelphia, but after an unplanned six-day layover, what was an extra three hours of driving? Oh! And in a Christmas Miracle, my suitcase made it, too!

(And very special thanks to my kindhearted and gracious friend Pete, who not only put me up for a week, but put up with me!)

All the best for a Merry Christmas (after all, today is the Third Day of Christmas) and a wonderfully Happy New Year!

Sunset over a snowy London street

My Mom's Christmas Tree in Churchville

Monday, 20 December 2010

I'll Be Home For Christmas...But (Hopefully Not) Only In My Dreams

I write this post while sitting in the British Library. In front of me is the entrance to the gallery displaying Shakespeare's First Folio, the Lindisfarne Gospels, Magna Carta, a Gutenberg Bible, a music manuscript by Handel, as well one for a Beatles' song, and the original hand-written Alice's Adventures Underground (Alice in Wonderland). To my right is the Rare Books and Music Reading Room, where I have spent many happy days pouring over 500 year-old books. Behind me is the King George Library (the monumental glass-fronted, five-storey-tall collection donated to the Library by George III). But even surrounded by all of these beautiful and inspiring books, all I can think about is home.

I should be updating this blog from my parents' living room, as the lights twinkle on the Christmas tree, watching Dad bribe Megan into wrapping presents for him while Mom bustles in the background, waiting for Matt and Jesse to show up. I was scheduled to be home last Friday evening, 17 December. You see, a few weeks ago it snowed, rather early for Britain. And they had no idea how to handle it. Edinburgh Airport was caught out and things were a bit chaotic. So when I boarded my flight from Edinburgh to London, I figured everything would go smoothly. Then our departure was delayed by 15 minutes. Due to snow. In London. But we got off the ground and were on our way. We reached London about an hour later and were told we couldn't land yet. So we circled for about 45 minutes. When we were finally allowed to land, we discovered that we couldn't actually park the plane and disembark because, due to the 20 minutes of snowfall they had had while we were in the air, the planes parked in the stands needed to be de-iced. So we sat on the tarmac. For three and a half hours. I was calm and cheerful the whole time. I figured if I missed my flight, it wasn't my fault and the British Air would put me on another, and if that flight wasn't the same day, then they would put me up in a hotel.

...Then I got to the Terminal. There were people everywhere, but it was actually rather quiet. Thousands of people standing in lines, sipping coffee in the cafes, sitting on the industrial airport chairs. Waiting. I joined this waiting, only to discover that my connecting flight to Philadelphia had taken off as I was finally disembarking from my Edinburgh flight. And they couldn't do anything for me. They couldn't book me another flight and they couldn't book me into a hotel. I waited in one essentially useless line for over an hour and a half (however, the agent, bless her, was lovely and pleasant and so sympathetic). I waited in another line that was supposed to stay open until 10:30, only for them to close it at 8. By this time I hadn't eaten anything since a muffin at breakfast. All this time (from the moment the pilot said we were going to have to sit in the plane for a while), my friends Katherine, Jennie, and Claire had been keeping me company via text messages, and my Dad was texting me with updates and news.

I called my parents, almost in tears (as some of you know, I am NOT one for crying), and my Dad immediately got on the phone, trying to find me the next flight home. He had more success with the American call centre (fewer people calling) than the people around me were having with the British call centre. He got me on a flight to Newark for Sunday the 19th. Meanwhile, my friend Pete was willing to put me up for a night or two, in spite of it being one of the busiest weekends (leading up to the busiest week) in his year. He's a minister, so the Christmas season is chaotic enough without an unexpected house guest showing up on his doorstep at 11 on a snowy evening.

Since I am writing this from the British Library on Monday, I am sure you have figured out that I did not fly out on Sunday. That flight was cancelled. While they only had one inch of snow on Friday, causing the initial kerfuffle, they had about 4-6 inches on Friday. If the British Airport Authority couldn't handle one measly little inch, they certainly weren't going to be able to handle half a foot.

But my Dad, ever the valiant knight in shining armour (even after being woken up at 4:30 am on Sunday), booked me onto the next available flight: Thursday the 23rd. So that is the plan. For the time being I'm staying at Pete's (where I have a lovely room of my own and access to endless cups of tea), coming to the British Library (where I hope to be able to get some work done--if I can concentrate long enough), and waiting. Before you ask, flying out of other airports isn't really an option, as the train services have also been unreliable because of what the British media is calling 'Arctic Conditions'.

I keep hearing rumours that it might snow again on Wednesday. Or even Thursday. I know that we can't control the weather. But I know many of you who read this blog know The One who does control the weather. So any prayers would be greatly appreciated. And if worse comes to worst, I have at least five British friends who have invited me to spend Christmas with them. But I really want to go home for Christmas...

I seem to have a lot of adventures when traveling--lost luggage, missing passports-- but this is the biggest adventure yet. I'm trying stay optimistic and make the most of my unexpected time in London. But the uncertainty of everything is driving me to distraction. But one thing I do know: 'Though my flesh and my heart may fail, God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.' (Psalm 73:26).

Sunday, 5 December 2010

Snow in St Andrews (and the long-awaited pictures of the new flat)

November was a busy, busy, busy month for me. It started with a weekend-long research trip to London, followed by two weeks of marking undergraduate essays and tutorials, then another two weeks of marking undergraduate assignments and tutorials. Last weekend was spent in the Highlands on the department's annual Reading Weekend. While we were there, it snowed in the Highlands, and more shockingly, it snowed in the Lowlands! Snow accumulation in the Lowlands of Scotland in November is unheard of! Snow in England before Christmas (even at Christmas) is also unheard of! The entire United Kingdom ground to a halt... for 5 inches. My German housemate and I now understand why so many British colonists died during their first winters in North America: the British have absolutely NO IDEA what to do with the snow! They only JUST got around to doing something to my street: they put down salt, but didn't bother to actually remove the snow before putting down the salt. So really it just made things worse!

Oh, well! Here are some photos of the snow, and of the Christmas decorations in my flat! As per Tapscott tradition, the tree went up on Thanksgiving Day!

Also included are some photos of my new flat. Some of you have been asking for them since I moved in in September. Sorry for the delay, I only JUST got around to uploading them to my computer!





(As always, if you want to stop the slide show or move at your own pace, just click on one of the pictures, and it will direct you to the web album, and you can take it from there!)

Sunday, 31 October 2010

Reformation Day

493 years ago today, Martin Luther posted a list of 95 things he wanted to discuss regarding the Catholic Church. When Luther posted the 95 Theses it wasn't his intention start a new denomination or separate from the Catholic Church. He just wanted them to fix a few things. But in 1521, the Emperor and the Pope gave him no other choice. Luther's actions sparked the religious movement known as the Reformation. (And, in a round-about way, gave me a job!)

So in honour of Reformation Day, and for your viewing enjoyment, I give you "95 Theses [But the Pope Ain't One]". It's a rather clever little music video, even if there are some historical aspects I'm not so keen on... like making Luther's wife, Katherine von Bora (who used to be a nun), well, too sexy, and implying she was beheaded... which she totally wasn't... and making it appear as though the Catholic Church was universally corrupt, which it was not... Okay. History rant over. Enjoy the video! (Lyrics posted below)


"I got 95 Theses and the Pope Ain't One"

If you're havin' Church problems then don't blame God, son!
I got ninety-five theses but the Pope ain't one.

VERSE 1
Listen up, all my people, it's a story for the telling
'bout the sin and injustice and corruption I been smelling:
I met that homie Tetzel, then I started rebelling
Once I seen the fat Indulgences that he been selling.
Now the Cath'lics of the world straight up disgracin' me
Just because I waved my finger at the papacy.
My people got riled up over this Reformation
That's when Leo threatened me with Excommunication.
I warned y'all that Rome best agree to the terms.
If not, then you can eat my Diet of Worms!
You think you done something spectacular?
I wrote the Bible in the vernacular!
A heretic! [What?] Someone throw me a bone.
You forgot salvation comes through faith alone.
I'm on a mission from God. You think I do this for fun?
I got ninety-five theses but the Pope ain't one.
Save me!

CHORUS
Ninety-five theses but the Pope ain't one.
If you havin' Church problems then don't blame God, son
I got ninety-five theses but the Pope ain't one.

VERSE 2
One Five One Seven, that's when it first went down.
Then the real test was when it started spreading around.
Sixty days to recant what I said? Father, please!
You've had, what? Goin' on fifteen centuries?
Oh snap, he's messin' with the holy communion.
But I ain't never dissed your precious hypostatic union!
One place at one time. Well, thank you Zwingli.
Yeah, way to disregard that whole I'm God thingy!
Getting all up in my rosary you little punk.
Your momma shoulda told you not to mess with no monk.
What you bumpin' me for? Suddenly you sore.
Keep that up, you'll have yourself another Peasant War.
You blame common folk for the smack they talkin'
You ain't even taught them proper Christian doctrine.
With my hat, my Bible, and my sexy little nun,
I got ninety-five theses but the Pope ain't one.
Save me!

CHORUS

VERSE 3
When I wrote the ninety-five, haters straight up assailed 'em.
Now they only care whether or not I nailed 'em or mailed 'em.
They got psychoanalytic. Now everyones a critic,
And getting on my case just because I'm anti-Semitic.
I've come back from obscurity to teach y'all a lesson,
'Cuz someone here still ain't read their Augsburg Confession.
I said Catholicism brings a life of excess,
And we all remember what went down with Philip of Hesse!
But you forgot about me and my demonstration?
Like you can just create your own denomination?
We don't like this part, so well just add a little twist.
Now we Anglican, Amish, and even Calvinist.
I gave you the power, you gone and abused it.
I gave you God's truth, you just confused it.
Don't you never underestimate the stuff that I done
I got 95 theses but the Pope ain't one.
Save me!

CHORUS

(*Special thanks to Katherine Cooper for the link!)

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

There has been a lot going on around here these last few months. For most of August I was in conference paper-writing mode. The Reformation Studies Colloquium met here in St Andrews back in the first week of September, and, as some of you already know, I presented my very first ever conference paper. I was so nervous! Not so much about reading the paper itself, but the question and answer session that followed. You never know what you are going to be asked! But all in all, it went rather well, thanks to much prayer and God’s grace! The paper itself was well received, and I only screwed up on one question (I was so nervous that I ended up going on a tangent, or as the head of my department called it ‘chasing rabbits’). But that question aside, it went rather well. And since I was in the very first session of the first day, I was able to relax and enjoy the rest of the conference. Also, one of the next big names in my field asked for a copy of my paper (since he missed it due to a scheduling conflict). You could have knocked me over with a feather!

The day after the conference I moved house, from a four bedroom house in the centre of town on North Street to a two bedroom flat further out. I spent over a week packing and cleaning for the move. This actually worked out rather well because there are two things I do when I am stressed out: I clean and I bake. So I put all my conference paper stress to good use! The weekend and a good part of the following week were spent settling in; moving things, sorting utilities, finding homes in cupboards for odds and ends. Most everything was sorted easily. Except the broadband, which took over two weeks to sort. And to top it off, my Internet wasn’t working properly in my office, either! It made communication rather difficult. I had never realised how dependent I am upon email and the Internet!

I’m sharing the flat with a lovely girl named Steffi. She’s also a third-year PhD student. She’s working on a degree in International Relations. If I understand correctly, she specializes in conflict mediation and management in Bosnia. Steffi and I are both so busy with school work this year that we don’t really get to see much of each other, however, we do manage to take turns making dinner about 4 nights a week. She’s from Germany and has made a number German meals. She was pleasantly surprised to find out that I eat sauerkraut with mashed potatoes, too! (It’s the Pennsylvania Dutch in me, I suppose!) I, in turn, have introduced her to such American delicacies as Sloppy Joe and Chicken Casserole.

Shortly after I settled into the new flat, my parents came across for a lovely 10-day visit. They stayed at mine for the first two days. It was a really nice experience, being able to take care of them for a change. Then we headed to the Isle of Skye for four days. It is really something. No matter what the weather (we had a little bit of sun, but mostly clouds, mist and rain), it is an amazing landscape. After Skye we kicked back and took it easy in and around St Andrews. I was sad to see them leave, but have to admit, I was not upset. They and I both know that I am where God wants me to be, doing what I have been called to do, and that makes all the difference.

The new school year started the day after they left. I have a teaching assistantship again this year. I am officially a "tutor", although the job description is a bit different here than it is back in the States. Once a week I actually teach 3 groups of 7 undergraduates about "Early Modern Europe, 1450-1770". As part of their course, they are supposed to attend the three lectures each week, given by the School of History's expert on that week's topic (lecture attendance is NOT mandatory) and they attend the tutorial session, (of which I run 3 out of 36 sessions). The tutorial IS mandatory. In it we discuss the assigned readings as well as anything I feel is pertinent to the subject for the week. Muahah aha aha ha! Oh, the power! Just kidding. Some of you might remember that I tutored for a similar class last fall. Essentially, this is the same class, but revamped. They cut out the British Isles and added 120 years to the end of it—effectively eliminating or drastically paring down my areas of expertise. By mid-November, I’m going to enter uncharted waters. But as long as I keep a few pages ahead of the kids, we should be fine. Right. Right?

Hmm…let’s see. What else, what else? Oh! In the meantime I have decided to completely overhaul, restructure and redo my thesis. My previous structure (a chronological view of the literature of the Scottish Reformation) just wasn’t working. I wasn’t saying anything new (which kinda defeats the whole PhD thing). I had a major thesis crisis over the first week in October. But with the help of my dear friend Claire, a large pot of tea, and some serious prayer, I now have a battle plan that my supervisor approves of. He was actually quite impressed that I was willing to give my thesis such a drastic renovation this late in the game. I’m now doing a thematic analysis of the various media employed by the Scottish reformers in their attempts to influence and convert various spheres of Scottish society between 1520 and 1560.

Basically, I'm looking at how the reformers persuaded the people of a kingdom to deny all that their ancestors believed and to embrace a new, revolutionary faith that challenged the way they traditionally viewed the world and the heavens, and their relationship to them. The Reformation of the sixteenth century was not simply a matter of reordering how a community or kingdom ‘did church’—how one received the elements in communion, or whether one partook of them surrounded by images of the saints or in a more austere setting. The changes brought about by the reformation would affected all levels of society and culture, radically reshaping aspects of everyday-life; from who was fit to govern to how many days one worked in a year, from what was permissible to eat for supper on Friday to the naming of children. Wars were fought across Europe, revolts sprang up and leaders were overthrown, individuals from all sides of the conflict, from all walks of life, were executed by confessional opponents. The concept of reform struck a nerve at the very heart of European consciousness. Changing allegiances was a big deal.

For the first time in a very long time, I’m happy with where my work is going, which is pretty exciting!

Anyway, I’ll try to get some pictures of my parents’ visit up soon. But for now, it’s back to planning my tutorials for tomorrow. We're talking about European Overseas Exploration and Expansion. For all my Maritime Museum friends, I'm using John Smith's 1608 Map of the Chesapeake... Ah, memories.

Tuesday, 31 August 2010

Chill in the Air...

The sun is shining, but there is a chill in the air. While it is still August (albeit for 15 more hours), Autumn has arrived in St Andrews. You can feel it in the crispness of the air. The tree across the way is beginning to fade. The bees are getting lethargic. I've had to wear knee-high socks three times already. And the University is beginning to come out of its Summer mood. The new term doesn't start until the very end of September, but emails were sent out weeks ago looking for postgrads to help with undergraduate matriculation. Departments are looking for teaching assistants for the sub-honours courses. Residence halls are shedding their holiday amenities, no longer run as large bed and breakfasts for vacationers, instead turning back into plain old dorms.

September will be a busy month. As I write this my housemates, Katherine and Ginger, are settling into new digs on South Street. The landlord is selling our house, so we have to move. I'm staying-put for another few days, and then I will be moving to a lovely flat a little further out.

But first I have to present a paper at a conference.

Fortunately, for my wallet and my sanity, the conference is being held here in St Andrews. The Reformation Studies Colloquium is a pretty big deal. And I'm pretty nervous. Most of the historians I will cite in my thesis will be in attendance at the conference. (Yikes!) At least I'm presenting in the first set of sessions on the first day. So I'll be able to get it out of the way and enjoy the rest of the three day conference!

The day after the conference ends, I'm moving house. I'll be renting my good friend Rebecca's flat. I will miss living in a quirky, old, wee house in the historic part of the city. But I'm looking forward to a gorgeous new kitchen with a proper fridge and a huge freezer (any of you who know my mom will know how important a big freezer is to us). And a bathroom without carpet on the floor and up the sides of the bathtub. And I'm looking forward to new, double-glazed windows when the cold, wet, winter wind kicks off the North Sea. The only downside to moving into the flat is that it means that Rebecca is moving away. She got a job down South and will be leaving soon. I'm going to miss her.

I'll have a week to settle in before my parents come for a 10 day visit! I'm so excited! I'm hoping that the sun will shine for at least a few days while they are here. The weather is so unpredictable. Any of you that watched the British Open will have seen that we can experience winter weather conditions in the middle of July. So September is a bit of a gamble. I think they'll be able to put up with wind and cold, just so long as it is sunny! (I realise now that I've posted this, I've probably spoiled any chances of sun that they might have!)

On top of all of this, I'm teaching again this semester. So when my folks leave, I'll be gearing up for that. They've added an extra 150 years to the syllabus, so I've got to brush up on my 17th and 18th-century European history!

September is shaping up to be a very busy, but very rewarding month!

Thursday, 12 August 2010

Study Spaces

Monday morning I woke up rather excited about working on the latest challenge of my thesis: Questing after Dread Chapter Beast III and his gruesome sidekick, the Horrifying Conference Paper Minion. I was motivated and enthusiastic, ready to do battle! Until I got to my office. Where I found THIS outside my office building:


And THIS right outside my window:

I stayed in my office long enough to grab a few books (and take a few pictures) and fled.

Every year, for 5 days in August, the Lammas Fair comes to St Andrews. It is one of the oldest, continually running annual fairs in Britain. It started out as an agricultural fair, where local land owners would hire workers for the fall harvests. Over the years it has evolved (or devolved) into a carnival. A very loud carnival:


(Sorry this is sideways, I couldn't figure out how to flip it. But you get the idea...)

The Fair is gone now; it left in the wee small hours of Wednesday morning. But to make up for the ridiculous study conditions of Monday and Tuesday, I have quite happily ensconced myself in the King James Library in St Mary's College (aka The Divinity School)--where most of the University's collection of Reformation history and theology books are within beautifully easy and peaceful reach:


And now, back to the books, where I am searching for the tracks of Dread Chapter Beast III and Horrifying Conference Paper Minion somewhere between 1542 and 1558...

Thursday, 5 August 2010

London Calling...

One of the (very few) perks about being a PhD student in the School of History at St Andrews is that you get £400 a year for research expenses (photocopies, travel to archives, conference fees, etc). I received an extra £100 this year for serving as hostess (or 'wine wench' as my friends called it) for the Scottish History Department's weekly seminar series. I made sure the wine and nibbles were ordered and served, and cleaned up, etc.

The one catch regarding the research stipend is that whatever you don't spend before the 31st of July, you just don't get. As of 7 July, I still had £350 that needed spending. So last week I decided to take a spur-of-the-moment research trip down to the British Library in London. I went down on the train on Wednesday and stayed with my lovely friend Paula for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday evenings (Thank you, Paula!). Saturday and Sunday evening were spent in a four-star hotel close to the Library and Kings Cross Rail Station (from which I would leave on Monday morning), courtesy of the University stipend!

Thursday, Friday and Saturday were spent pouring over 460 year-old books in the British Library (which is heaven on earth, by the way). As it turns out, my friend Ros was at the Library that Sunday. After a couple of text messages, I found out she was sitting in the same reading room! So we grabbed lunch together. I also managed to get dinner with another friend from St Andrews, Marianne. Marianne is a pastry chef at Jamie Oliver's restaurant 'Fifteen'. She brought me a pistachio macroon... and it was divine! On Sunday I went to my friend Pete's church in the morning. It was one of the most worshipful Sunday mornings I have had in a long time! I spent the rest of the day strolling about London. I went to the Victoria & Albert Museum for an exhibit of some of Grace Kelly's dresses, and had a lovely dinner outside on the patio of a pub in Kensington Gardens. All in all--beautiful old books, spectacular old clothes, and seeing so many not-so-old friends--it was a wonderful trip!



Friday, 16 July 2010

The Golf

The Open Championship has arrived. (Now, it is very important to note that I said "THE OPEN" and not 'The British Open'. Because as far as anyone over here is concerned, The Open is the first and oldest of the majors and therefore does not need to be distinguished by any other adjectives.) As a result, my quiet little town by the sea has been overrun! And its only going to get worse, as Saturday and Sunday are the really big days.

No offense to any of you golf fans out there who might be reading this, but one can spot the golf fans in this town from a mile away. A group of us were in the pub Sunday night watching the World Cup Final (rooting for the Netherlands), and 'golf tourist' spotting. Its kind of a time-honoured St Andrean sport: 'There's one.' 'Oh! there's another one.' 'Um, another.' 'Do you think they even know what it is that we are watching?' 'Nah. They're just looking around for Tiger.'

Anyway, things are a bit crazy around here. Well, at one end of town really. The end furthest from the golf course is relatively quiet. But as for the rest of town, you need reservations to get into the restaurants, they're charging twice as much for the buses from the train station--of which they are running twice as many, and the University is even closed Thursday and Friday because faculty and staff members won't be able to find parking. But there is a rather festive feeling throughout town which kind of makes up for the disturbance.

On Tuesday the University awarded honorary degrees to Arnold Palmer, Tom Watson and Padraig Harrington. The procession walked right past my house. Wednesday's weather was absolutely awful, and of course, that was the day I had paid to go see final practice day of The Golf (as it is simply referred to around here). There was practically no one practicing. But my housemate Ginger and I had a good time anyway, even though we were soaked to the bone. We had a number of good laughs courtesy of true Scottish weather.

I went down to the 18th around lunchtime yesterday and stood in the 'free' section with some friends. We saw Tom Watson, Ernie Els, Ian Poulter, Stewart Cink, Rory McIlroy, Justin Rose, Graeme McDowell, and Tiger Woods. I should have saved my 40 quid from Wednesday! But then again, you can never really predict the weather in St Andrews.

While I will admit that I'm not really that into golf, the hoopla in this small town regarding The Open certainly is a sight to behold! For those of you who really are into golf, enjoy the pictures below. (If you want to see them larger, or to take your own time viewing them, just click on one and it will take you to the website I made the album on. From there you can browse at your leisure.)

Fore!

Monday, 12 April 2010

Of Ice Cream and Ashes

At last! Last Sunday evening I submitted the second chapter of my thesis (aka: Chapter-That-Is-Taking-Freaking-Forever-To-Write, or CTITFFTW)! I had been working on-and-off on this particular section of my PhD for a little over a year. And I am relieved and overjoyed to FINALLY have done with it! Well, until my supervisor reads it and then tells me everything that is wrong with it.

In case you were wondering, I DID celebrate the finishing of my chapter with some ice cream! Unfortunately, when I finally emailed it off to my supervisor that Sunday night, it was about 8pm, and Janetta's (the ice cream shop the zealous young gentleman from the previous post was so excited about visiting) was closed for the evening. So I had to make do with a pint of Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream from the local grocery store. But you won't find me complaining! B&J hits the spot. Every time!

But in the meantime, while waiting to hear back from Roger (my supervisor), I have enjoyed a chapter-free week driving all over Scotland with my Dad! Dad had been in Moscow on business and stopped by for a few days on his way back home. Originally he was supposed to head back to Churchville at a ridiculously early hour on Saturday the 17th. But due to the eruptions of a volcano in Iceland on Wednesday of last week, a ginormous ash cloud is crippling transportation in Europe. All flights to and from the UK and Europe have been cancelled until further notice, as the ash makes it unsafe to fly! The particles get sucked into the plane engines where the heat from the turbines melts the sand and dust into glass, which in turn hardens and causes the engines to stop working. Not a good scenario. So hundreds of thousands of people are stranded at airports throughout Europe as tens of thousands of flights have been cancelled. Providentially, my housemates and I have a spare bedroom that Dad can use! On the flip side of all of this, a friend of mine from St Andrews (who also happens to be my pastor) is stranded in New York City, unable to get back home to Scotland!

I foresee an unusual week ahead, as the volcano is still spewing ash and doesn't show any signs of stopping in the near future! But we must make the best of the situation! I, for one, am enjoying having my dad around a bit longer than planned! And whoever thought we'd get to use 'volcanic ash' as an excuse for anything in Scotland?

Here's a link to some BBC photos of the volcano: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/8622055.stm

And if that doesn't work, just Google "Eyjafjallajokull Volcano". This thing has brought an entire continent to a stand-still! Crazy!

Wednesday, 7 April 2010

Ice Cream Time!!!!!!!

Today has been gorgeous! The sun is shining, the wind is behaving itself as a nice breeze, the temperature is a balmy 52°. And I'm in my office, pounding away at a thesis chapter. We have our window open a crack, to let in the lovely sea breeze (and to keep us from going completely insane). The sounds from the street are providing pleasant background music. My office overlooks South Street, one of the major Three Streets in St Andrews. The building itself arches over a pedestrian lane, Baxter's Wynd (or Baker's Lane), that normally has some fairly steady foot traffic. Under normal circumstances, this confluence of streets lends itself to excessive or obnoxious street noise. But for the past two weeks most of the undergraduates have been out of town for their Easter Holiday (and that is actually what they call it! Not Spring Break). So things have been pleasantly calm and quiet around here--very conducive to losing oneself in the sixteenth century (especially if that 'oneself' happens to be me).

About fifteen minutes ago I was called out of my academic cocoon by the dulcet tones of a child's voice on the street below, crying out, with joyful abandon, 'ICE CREAM TIIIIIIIME!' This first cry was followed by merry exclamations of 'Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! Yay! Yay! Yay!' You could just imagine this cheerful young fellow skipping down the street to Janetta's Ice Cream Shop (where he was most probably headed)!

What a splendid idea, young man. Perhaps I shall reward myself with some Janetta's ice cream when I finish this chapter. Hm... Now there is a motivation that might actually produce results...

Saturday, 3 April 2010

Ave Verum Corpus--Good Friday

Lest we forget the significance of this day:

Ave, verum corpus
natum de Maria Virgine,
Vere passum immolatum
in Cruce pro homine,
Cujus latus perforatum
unda fluxit (et) sanguine,
Esto nobis praegustatum
in mortis examine.
Hail,true body
born of the Virgin Mary,
Who truly suffered, sacrificed
on the Cross for man,
Whose pierced side overflowed
with water and blood,
Be for us a foretaste
In the test of death.



Monday, 29 March 2010

Up to my eyeballs!

Hey all! I know my posts for this year have been very few, and even further between! I think I've only posted twice! I've really been busy this semester, trying to churn out a chapter, organising a reading weekend away for the Scottish History department, nanny-ing, proof-reading for a friend, trying to find a place to live for next year (our landlord is selling our house)--all kinds of stuff.

Apart from nanny-ing and house hunting, I spend most of my time in the office, thesis-ing, which is just as well, considering the weather has been right rubbish these last few months. Wet, cold, windy, wet. I'm glad the days are finally starting to get longer...even though that certainly doesn't guarantee that the sun will actually make an appearance that day! We had a number of lovely sunny days, with highs of 52 degrees last week! The undergrads were breaking out the flip-flops and shorts! I kid you not! But then, the nasty weather came back with a vengeance this weekend! Yesterday, Sunday, started out cold, but sunny. Then it became overcast and the wind picked up! By 2pm, we experienced a storm of sleet and wind! Blech. Now they are calling for snow on Wednesday! I don't think we will ever see spring! Well, it should arrive eventually. Sometime around July.

So to tide you over until I have something interesting to write about that's not thesis related and therefore won't bore you to tears*, here are some pictures from the Scottish History Reading Weekend that I organised! We (being the faculty and postgrads from the department) stayed at The Burn, an eighteenth-century estate house turned into an academic conference/retreat centre! It was in Edzell, about an hour and half north of St Andrews. And since we had one too many people for the cars available, I got to rent a car and drive! And the best part, the university paid for it! So without further ado, here are the snaps! (As always, if you want to see the photos larger and at your own pace, just click on any photo and it will take you to the album site!)






*Even I have had some difficulty with this! Just last week I was reading a book (on diplomatic relations between Henry VIII of England and James V of Scotland) that was so boring I fell asleep at my desk! Now that is really saying something!

Monday, 1 March 2010

Master Patrick

Yesterday marked the 481st anniversary of the death of Patrick Hamilton. As some of you may know, I have a 'dead academic crush' on Patrick Hamilton (see previous post "The Reik of Maister Patrik Hammyltoun"). I never cease to be amazed when I read about this brave, intelligent young man, who sacrificed his life, at the age of 24, for the sake of the Gospel. Since posting that last blog about Hamilton, I have written 2551 words on him for my thesis. But rather than bore you with details of my academic drivel, I'll leave you with the words of Master Patrick himself. The following is from an edition of his work published after his death. (Believe it or not, but I've updated the language a bit, for ease of reading):

The law sayeth pay thy debt.

The Gospel sayeth Christ hath payed it

The law sayeth thou art a sinner, despair, thou shalt be damned.

The Gospell sayeth thy sins are forgiven thee, be of good comfort, thou shalt be saved.

The law sayeth make amends for thy sin.

The Gospel sayeth Christ hath made it for thee,

The law sayeth the Father of Heaven is angry with thee.

The Gospel sayeth Christ hath pacified Him with His blood.

The law asks where is thy righteousness, goodness and satisfaction?

The Gospel sayeth Christ is thy righteousness, thy goodness and satisfaction.

The law sayeth 'thou art bound and obliged to me, to the devil and to hell.'

The Gospel sayeth Christ hath delivered thee from them all.




Patrick Hamilton, Dyuers frutful gatherynges of scripture and declarynge of fayth and workes of the lawe, (London, Robert Redman: 1534). STC 12733, A.iiii.(r)(v).

Wednesday, 27 January 2010

Keep Calm and Carry On

Three days before I was to return to St Andrews - after a wonderful and relaxing Christmas break I spent mostly cloistered away with my family at home - my long-suffering computer died. Taking the entire contents of my hard-drive with it. Needless to say, my last three days were far from relaxing.

With Dad's help and cool head, we managed to get the ailing computer to Major Mac, who pronounced it DOA. However, after a heart transplant (or a hard drive replacement) the computer is back to working order, with a brand new hard drive twice the size of the old and with all the latest operating software. Better, stronger, faster. Indeed.

The same can not be said for the contents of my original hard drive. I thought I had backed everything up to an external drive, but alas, it was not so. I did have all of my photos before August 2009 on the external drive, and most of my music was on my iPod. With the help of my friend Adam's father (a computer professor at a major English university) I have managed to retrieve all of my photos post-August from my actual camera.

But the most important piece of information had a "do not resuscitate" order. My PhD Thesis.

When I realized it was gone, I sobbed. And I don't usually cry. Let alone sob. With heaves and gasping for breath and full red face. My mother thought someone had died. And then she realized that, in effect, someone HAD died.

I have since managed to cobble together the bulk of my two chapter drafts and outlines from emails I sent to my supervisor. But my notes... all 300 or so pages of notes... have been lost. We even sent the old hard drive to a company in California that specializes in practically-impossible data recovery. We heard the official news just this Friday. They said there was nothing they could do.

I have had a little time to get used to the idea and to put things into perspective. My supervisor was concerned that I was not panicking. I told him that had had my 15 minutes of panic and was now trying to think optimistically. Panic, at this point, is extremely counterproductive.

This crisis has given me two options. To quote an encouraging and wise email from my Dad: "we CHOOSE either to reflect on what we could have done different, why now, why me, OR we to look to see how God is going to guide us through this to a point that we can one day look back and say WOW!!!"

Even from this vantage point, I can now look back and see Him at work. I can thank God that I had such a hard start of it last year. So I only lost about half of what I could have lost. Additionally, my research method has saved me on more than one front. First of all, I work chronologically, as opposed to thematically. A number of my friends are working thematically, meaning that they must do all of their reading and research first, before they can even begin to write anything. I, on the other hand, focus on certain dates, in order. For instance, while my whole thesis will cover the years between 1517 and 1567, my first chapter deals solely with 1517-1530 (a finished draft was saved in an email to my supervisor), and my second on 1530-1542 (which was three quarters finished and also saved in an email to my supervisor).

Because of my chronological method, I have only lost notes for my current two chapters, not for any future chapters. But here is where my research method has once again saved me. After researching for a chapter, I write up an outline. I then incorporate my research notes into my outline and then bind it all together with prose into a draft. Any notes not already incorporated into my draft didn't make the cut. I had hoped to go back to those excluded notes in the future and see if they needed to be filtered in, but their loss, though felt, is not the end of the world. It is likely that I will never fully know all that was lost. But I must concentrate on that which was not lost; that which remains.

This hiccup has given me the opportunity to re-evaluate the focus of my research and to hone my writing. And it has also given me a much needed kick to the pants to really get down to business! Instead of halting my progress, I must take it as the chance to improve my work, make it stronger. Perhaps make it even better than it would have been if I had not lost my notes.

So this year, I am adopting a British World War II slogan as my own:
"Keep Calm and Carry On"

But even more importantly, I am going to try to cling to Deuteronomy 4:39:
"Acknowledge and take heart this day, for the LORD is God, in heaven above and on earth below; There is no other."


For that is the only way I know how to "keep calm and carry on".