Tim Beidel: Gadget Freak

Just another person of little note writing about ordinary things. That I reside in Maine is icing on the cake.
I was asked, as part of the acceptance of my class proposal to write a "biography" for inclusion on the Maine Masonic College web site. I was once quite proud, perhaps too proud, of my Masonic career. As a newly raised Master Mason my email had a ten line listed of the bodies I participated in and all the offices I then held. A brother from Belgium wrote me with some stern words closing with the question, "Is it not enough to simply be a Brother?" Since that day all of my Masonic correspondance has been closed with "a rough ashlar." It is an expression of my sense of self, "a work in progress" and my sense of my place in Masonry.
The Hourglass is an emblem of human life, behold how swiftly the sands run and how rapid our lives draw to a close. We cannot, without astonishment, behold the tiny particles contained within this machine. How they pass away almost imperceptible, and yet, within the short space of an hour are all exhausted. Thus wastes man! Today he puts forth the tender leaves of hope. Tomorrow blossoms and bears his blushing honors thick upon him. The next day comes a frost which nips the shoot, and when he thinks his greatness is still aspiring, he falls like Autumn leaves to enrich our Mother Earth.
Labels: Freemasonry, Maine, MaineMasonicCollege
Now that I am actively working on the Autumn class on the history of Masonic ritual, it brings to mind a core question: "Why does this even matter?" That is to say, why should a person bother to learn the history of Masonic ritual. To answer that, let me tell you a little story. At the 17th District Master Mason School of Instruction, held in November of 2005, the Grand Lecturer, R.W. Bro. Stephen Nichols, brought up a section fo the Entered Apprentice obligation which we all repeat, but few understand:
...that I will always hail, forever conceal, and never reveal...
The third [point]. He shall hele the counsel of his fellows in lodge and in chamber, and wherever masons meet.
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For once, I found a little test from a blog other than Mike Wilber's. This time I ran into "Which political stereotype are you?" on the Dappled Things blog. I took the test and came up with the result I pretty much expected. In general, I am fairly conservative except in a few key areas, like gay rights, where I fit in a decidedly liberal strata. It just goes to show you, people are complicated...
It seems that almost every lodge meeting I attend has someone come up and ask me when my class is being offered at the Maine Masonic College. I understand it is scheduled for the Autumn of 2006, which feels like a long time. Of course, a six hour class on the history and development of Masonic ritual is going to take months of painstaking research to build up the core information, then likely an equal amount of time to cull out the inessential material. To help get me started and keep me focused, I plan to start posting my outline as it develops here.
Masonry passes under two denominations, operative and speculative. By the former, we allude to a proper application of the useful rules of architecture, whence a structure derives figure, strength, and beauty, and whence result a due proportion and a just correspondence in all its parts. By the latter we learn to subdue patterns, act upon the square, keep a tongue of good report, maintain secrecy, and practice charity.
Labels: Freemasonry, Maine, MaineMasonicCollege
Since Tandy got a job working at the Bruce Roberts Fund this winter, she has been picking up books at the Press Herald Book Sale. Apparently, quite a few of the books she bought for me are hidden away for Christmas. She has given me two already, however, and they show great promise:
I have been a customer of Upton Tea Imports since December of 2001, and a very happy customer at that. My tea consumption had fallen on hard times this last year, forcing me to make due with stocks I could obtain locally. After too long a hiatus I placed an order with Upton Tea Imports again.
Satrupa TGFBOP CL | 125g packet |
Hokonguri Estate FBOP Spl | 125g packet |
Organic China Congou Hong Tao #1 | 125g packet |
China Congou Wu-Yi Golden Monkey | 15g sample |
Yunnan Jing Mao Hou Select | 12g sample |
Adawatte Estate OP1 | 125g packet |
East Frisian TGFOP | 125g packet |
Monk's Blend | 15g sample |
Sacher Blend | 15g sample |
Rooibos Pretoria Blend | 125g packet |
"The first cup moistens my lips and throat, the second cup breaks my loneliness, the third cup searches my barren entrail by to find therein some five thousand volumes of odd ideographs. The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration -- all the wrong of life passes away through my pores. At the fifth cup I am purified; the sixth cup calls me to the realms of immortals. The seventh cup -- ah, but I could take no more! I only feel the breath of cool wind that rises in my sleeves." - Lotung from Chaking.
While ripping some CDs (Bluegrass Christmas and Ghost in the Machine) and buying music from the iTunes Music Store (Booker T. and the MGs) I cruised the new pictures on flickr. I ran across this beauty. My own outdoor photography tends toward scenes with reflective surfaces. I find the inverted images alluring somehow, perhaps it reminds me of my own self.
There was an Apple Lisa listed on eBay in November, the text describing the item is great:
This artifact has been positively identified as an "Apple Lisa", dating from the Early Silicaceous period (First Century P.C.) and was unearthed during a basement cleaning at a local home that is more than 100 years old. I have no idea if the item was there before the house was built, but this thing is old. Apparently, it was used for some sort of non-verbal communication by a primitive society.
There is an emblem of a piece of fruit ("apple") on both the front and the back, indicating that this may have also been used as a planting calendar. The large "screen" surface on the front is actually "amorphous silica", a material very similar to the obsidian volcano stone that ancient cultures used for carving arrowheads, knives and other primitive tools. The slot on the front is almost exactly 3.5-inches wide. On the back there is a removable cover that reveals a rather unknowable assemblage of components, slots and precious metals.
There is a separate "keyboard" with a headphones-type RC jack that mates with a hole in the front. There is a separate "mouse" that plugs onto a port in the back; there are other ports in the back, as well. There is a black electrical cord that plugs into a common 110v grounded AC outlet.
When turned on, the box groans and the "screen" glows and comes to life with a cryptic message from the Gods: "START FROM?", with a cartouche that looks like the slot on the front. Apparently, some sort of item that was 3.5-inches wide was inserted into the slot as a sacrifice; without this sacrifice, the Gods won't allow the box to work properly. However, when the "mouse" is moved, a startling effect is observed: a separate cartouche on the screen moves in unison, as if by remote control.
The biscuits, or whatever, that are supposed to go into the slot were not found in the basement excavation site, and that may be why the box was abandoned.
The overall condition is good, but not great. There is no obvious physical damage, and it looks like some museum-strength Formula 409 would get this item ready for display in a glass box surrounded by incredulous txt msgrs.