all right, all right
Jun. 25th, 2005 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7So he was just at his mom's running errands for her, and I am such a total harpy for minding. He doesn't run errands for me, but I suppose it's a good thing that I don't scare him nearly so much as his mom does. I guess. (However, one could substitute "compel" for "scare" there, and that would make a fairly depressing sentence.)
Many things upon which to comment, following the visit to dave's aunt's house. Saw coolest quilt ever. She is such an artist. Am jealous and wish I had design sense, like, at all.
Have just, in slightly-intoxicated conversation with Dave, determined that the difference between historical reenactment and LARPing is the same sort of thing as the difference between... Funk and disco. One is a good thing, the other is a bad thing, but it is rather difficult to differentiate.
The topic arose because of my parents, who met while in a historical reenactment group during the US bicentennial. We were assessing just how dorky/pathetic that was, and determined that, for various reasons, while the dorky factor was high, the pathetic factor was low. High dork/low pathetic factors included that my mother was a museum curator and my father a historic preservationist at the time, so it was related to their professions; my mother didn't realize before she started what a great way it was to meet guys, as it was a male-dominated pastime; it was the American Revolution bicentennial so it was remotely mainstream at that point; they were actually serious about the whole thing and would kill the faux-suede elfmaid farby*-types on sight...
But I digress.
Yes. Historical reenactment=funk, LARPing=disco. You can't fake the funk. You can't fake the funk with the nasty dunk.
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* Modern SCA-type historical reenactment has, in my limited experience, utterly lost the concept of the Farb, or Farby (farbee, some spell it). In the wild and woolly days of the Bicentennial, the Farb was an object of discreet ridicule. The guy who shows up with plastic buttons on his weskit. (My father hammered out copper pennies to make his buttons according to a pattern he found in a 1780s drill book.) Most SCA places I've seen have featured entire battalions of Pyjama Celts (Plaid flannel! And blue paint!), dudes in plastic helmets, dorks with fake swords, and the ever-present Faux Suede Chick With Chain Mail. The sorts of things that make historians gouge out their own eyes with sporks. And I understand why that's cool, with they'all expressing theyselves and being creative and assuming them fantasy-novel roles and all but, on the other hand, would reading a fucking book first kill 'em? I know, I know, I am a snob, but corduroy did not exist in the middle ages, nor did Monty Python. Far be it from me to be the one to tell you this, but you look like a prat in your gold lamé miniskirt. (The etymology of the word Farb, according to my mom, is the phrase 'far be it from me to tell you'.)
Eh well. I'll probably go to another Ren Faire this summer in my own Farby costume, because I look fucking hot in my sprung-steel-boned cordoroy corset. I only wish I had the time and the money to go to Pennsic.
Many things upon which to comment, following the visit to dave's aunt's house. Saw coolest quilt ever. She is such an artist. Am jealous and wish I had design sense, like, at all.
Have just, in slightly-intoxicated conversation with Dave, determined that the difference between historical reenactment and LARPing is the same sort of thing as the difference between... Funk and disco. One is a good thing, the other is a bad thing, but it is rather difficult to differentiate.
The topic arose because of my parents, who met while in a historical reenactment group during the US bicentennial. We were assessing just how dorky/pathetic that was, and determined that, for various reasons, while the dorky factor was high, the pathetic factor was low. High dork/low pathetic factors included that my mother was a museum curator and my father a historic preservationist at the time, so it was related to their professions; my mother didn't realize before she started what a great way it was to meet guys, as it was a male-dominated pastime; it was the American Revolution bicentennial so it was remotely mainstream at that point; they were actually serious about the whole thing and would kill the faux-suede elfmaid farby*-types on sight...
But I digress.
Yes. Historical reenactment=funk, LARPing=disco. You can't fake the funk. You can't fake the funk with the nasty dunk.
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* Modern SCA-type historical reenactment has, in my limited experience, utterly lost the concept of the Farb, or Farby (farbee, some spell it). In the wild and woolly days of the Bicentennial, the Farb was an object of discreet ridicule. The guy who shows up with plastic buttons on his weskit. (My father hammered out copper pennies to make his buttons according to a pattern he found in a 1780s drill book.) Most SCA places I've seen have featured entire battalions of Pyjama Celts (Plaid flannel! And blue paint!), dudes in plastic helmets, dorks with fake swords, and the ever-present Faux Suede Chick With Chain Mail. The sorts of things that make historians gouge out their own eyes with sporks. And I understand why that's cool, with they'all expressing theyselves and being creative and assuming them fantasy-novel roles and all but, on the other hand, would reading a fucking book first kill 'em? I know, I know, I am a snob, but corduroy did not exist in the middle ages, nor did Monty Python. Far be it from me to be the one to tell you this, but you look like a prat in your gold lamé miniskirt. (The etymology of the word Farb, according to my mom, is the phrase 'far be it from me to tell you'.)
Eh well. I'll probably go to another Ren Faire this summer in my own Farby costume, because I look fucking hot in my sprung-steel-boned cordoroy corset. I only wish I had the time and the money to go to Pennsic.
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Date: 2005-06-26 07:40 pm (UTC)But Pennsic is a huge festival for belly dancers, which is why I'm checking it out for the first time. Of course, I'm ga-ga over all the various European dance classes, and my interest is certainly piqued where the history classes are concerned, too. I'll report my findings to you after I've gone. :)
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Date: 2005-06-27 01:59 am (UTC)Le sigh.
It's ok, I'll see them some year.