The full cultural experience. Advent in Gaming. Our entire quiet, sleepy Kartause has been transformed today. Every nook and cranny is filled with booths of local Austrians selling their wine, bread, cheese, honey, pottery, glass-work, wood-work, candles, flowers, ornaments, needle-work, art, and crafts of every kind. They have taken over our class-rooms and court yard. They will be here until right before we leave.
The highlight of the day, however, was just after dark. The courtyard filled with expectant people, me included. The Krampuses are coming. I had been warned about the Krampuses. Fr. Seraphim showed us a video he made about them the other day in history class. So I had worked up some excitement. I was not to be disappointed. They puffed smoke into the courtyard. Creepy music began. They knocked at the courtyard gate. They busted through the gate and spilled into the courtyard to the most epic music ever, if not exactly what I would have picked: theme music from Chariots of Fire. I was dying laughing. No one that speaks English can tell me exactly what the Krampus is. They have been around since ancient times, of that much is certain (and by the smell of them, the costumes, made of real fur, are aparently originals) Apparently a Krampus is some kind of evil spirit that whips the people and eats the bad kids just before Santa Klaus comes. That way, I guess, Santa doesn't have to bother with making a list. Saves him some trouble with procuring the lumps of coal, too, I guess. They are hideous to look at. A real feast for the eyes. Tolkien might have had this in mind when he first started writing about orcs
Why is the baby not screaming in terror? A few children did get afraid, but most Austrian children just don't have a healthy amount of fear. American kids cry when they see the Easter bunny. But this ain't no Easter bunny.
This one demonstrating his whipping procedure. He had a horsetail and he wasn't afraid to use it. He was the one who got me three times. And by 'got' I mean singled me out in the crowd, and chased me down with steady assuredness. No amount of hinding behind guys or slipping through the crowd helps. You think you've lost him and then suddenly you feel his furry grip with the bear-like claws and he drags you away like an ogre. They have this really good tactic of completely enveloping you in this big bear hug, lifting you off the groud so you don't know which way is up and your autonomic nervous system begins to kick in. You dare not scream because that only gets you a mouth full of the beast's hair, which is probably from some yak 50 years since eaten. So you laugh. There is nothing else to do and everyone else is laughing at you. You laugh until you are let go and then you run, during which you are picked up by another Krampus.
I have to admit, it must be enormously fun to be a Krampus.
Caitlin getting mauled
This was the only one who wasn't terrifying. Kinda cute in fact. And he had no arms to beat you with or pick you up with.
Three smiling faces: conceals the slight terror that is gripping our hearts. Everyone else is smiling, so it must be okay. We keep smiling till we turn around, and then we gulp hard.
They are completely silent, as in no roaring, except for all these massive cow bells and gourds filled with beans to make noise-makers. It is actually a slightly creepier effect.
At the end, someone lights a torch and they all congregate in the middle of the courtyard, after about 15 minutes of harrassing the crowd. They all settle down and kneel down and remove their masks. And the show is over. What exactly the last part means....speculation on the part of Fr. Seraphim that it is the light of Christ?? Would research it, but they just don't have that kind of information readily available, or Fr. Seraphim would have found it out.
That is my home down there. I can see my bedroom window.
Liz taking it all in
Check out the aquaduct
Caitlin having one of those moments....
I am really happy
Diana left snow-angels like Gretl leaving breadcrumbs
Laura, Liz and Brendan take a little break.
Whiskey to warm the heart. And because it is cool.
Diana signing the Book Mountian Book. Look for my signature on November 23rd, 2008, if you ever go there.
That is a cell phone tower. Now zoom in to the top. That is two boys near the top. I started climbing and got about 1/3 of the way up, and I had enough of the view that I wanted. It doesn't look so bad, but then you get up there and realize it is icy and the wind is blowing like the dickens because it is completely unprotected, and I realized the only joy I would get from this is the ability to say that I could do it, which is not exactly worth it to me.
So umm, why the popover thing? You must know I love Dr. Seuss...Horton is my hero, the grinch is great, and star-bellied sneetches rock my socks. Getting to the point. Once, Theodor Seuss Geisel was asked to give a speech at a commencement ceremony. With his ledgendary stage fright obvious to the crowd, he nervously read it off a scribbled piece of scratch paper: "It seems to be behooven upon me to bring forth Great words of Wisdom to this graduating class as it leaves these cloistered halls to enter the Outside World beyond. Fortunately for you of the graduating class, my wisdom is in very short supply, and I have managed to condense everything I know into an epic poem consisting of 14 lines. If I can find it under these robes, I will read it quickly and then sit down.The Epic Poem is entitled: My Uncle Terrwilliger on the Art of Eating Popovers. My Uncle ordered popovers from the restaurant's bill of fare. And, when they were served, he regarded them with a penetrating stare...Then he spoke great Words of Wisdom as he sat there on that chair:"To eat these things," said my uncle, "You must exercise great care.You may swallow down what's solid...But you must spit out the air!"***And...as you partake of the world's bill of fare, that's darned good advice to follow. Do a lot of spitting out the hot air. And be careful what you swallow."
I like it. Sage. Beautiful. True. And there you have it. The function of this blog is to be a communication tool for family and friends as I do my best to swallow down what's solid and spit out any air during this chapter of my life entitled "Franciscan University".
Why you should vote for me in the 2008 presidential elections
Hey, your other options don't look that good either.
Things I want to do someday
joust
Leave a waitress a 100 dollar tip
Understand what is so great about Sean Bean
Have a pina colada in a pint glass
Shoot, as a member of a firing squad, the person to invented automatic toliets, along with his cousin who invented automated phone calls
Go hunting for bullfrogs with a bow-and-arrow (there is actually a special season for it my Oklahoma!)
Convert a dance floor into a swimming pool like Jimmy Stewart did in Its a Wonderful Life
Paint a horse green and ride it around just like in Life is Beautiful
Jump out of a window and be caught by Westley or some other good looking dude who carries me off horseback, repeating as you wish to my every request
Win a round of poker. Just one. That is all I ask.
be a world champ frisbee player
go noodling. Educate yourself at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okie_Noodling
go hang-gliding
Own a farm featuting an acre of blueberries, a pumpkin patch, a big wooden barn, and a field of lavendar
Do mission work in a third world country
have a dalmation dog again
find a unicorn
Learn to make faces like Regina
own a 1940's candy apple red Ford pickup truck
learn to paint - especially murals
Prank Kyle a really good one
play hide and seek in the VATICAN library
Be able to remember people's names as well as Dr. Storm
Have all my favorite poetry memorized
Read the complete works of G.K. Chesterton
Ride a Friesian
Plant an acre in blueberry bushes and live long enough to reap the harvest every year
be in a play
Take a 2-week roadtrip with no specific route or destination
Take tea with the Pope
Butcher a chicken
learn to play the fiddle, at least better (working on it). And the bodran (working on it too). And the concertina. And the uillean pipes whilst I'm at it.
let my legs dangle off the cliffs of Moher
go on a canoe trip
go skiing
go waterskiing
Songs I am most likely to sing while washing dishes or in the shower