From the introduction to Gerald of Wales' "The Journey Through Wales" (translation and intro by Lewis Thorpe):
He was intrigued by every place they visited, and familiar with quite a few of them. His personal enthusiasms seem to have had no limit: local history, local topography, folklore, animals of all sorts, clothing, language, weapons and warfare, religious houses, food, weather, demoniacal possession, mountain scenery, forests covered by the sea, silver mines, quicksands, geneologies, music. A witty exchange overheard between two monks who were laying table could set him roaring...
If you were with him for more than two or three days and he thought that your interest was worth cultivating, he would present you with copies of his books and expect you to start reading them straightaway, asking you each morning how you were getting on... If a golden oriole flew out of a bush, he made a note of it. If he saw a dog without a tail, he wrote the odd circumstance down... Before you knew where you were, he would have given a copy to Henry, Richard, or John... and then all your peccadilloes would be noised abroad.
Wow, after reading this I'm totally in love with Gerald of Wales. I can tell he's going to be enthusiastic and cranky and bizarre.
I peeked under the bandana at my hair; it looks splendid and the hot pink colors seem very bright. I'm leaving it in until tomorrow. My pillowcase will suffer.
Tomorrow - maybe going to the airport museum in San Carlos as there's some kind of kid-focused party... New Years' at Noon....? And then a kind babysitter will come in the evening, I'll do my hair straight up and go punk formal to the 007 party at Halflab; I like the idea of progressing to what would likely be insane squalor at the Transfer, downtown, but that probably won't happen. Other option is to end up at RJ's house. Moomin's friend Hamster is probably going to share the babysitter and stay overnight. Then on the 1st, to Debbie's, hijack my charming friend Jam from out of town and bring him back here. I'll put him in the hot tub, wind him up by asking him a question about That One Protest or the best route to bike entirely around the bay area, sit back, and enjoy... Maybe we'll go to the Mint and take a dorky tour the next day?
Oh Gerald of Wales! I love his craggy eyebrows (as described in the introduction) and his obsession with becoming Bishop of St. David's!
Today after I got home from extended errands & shopping, I went to lie in bed and rest my legs while reading. Moomin came in suddenly, leaped onto the bed, and threw himself into my arms. "Thanks." he said, almost sobbing with heartfelt emotion. "What... I love you too... but thanks for what?" "The mmmmmbbblembmml." What? "The CEREAL." I had bought a big box of 10 different kinds of sugary cereal in the tiny boxes... like they have in hotels. Oh! The cereal!
Undying love, for only $5.99 and a Cosco card!
And so to bed.