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Showing posts with label Harry Potter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harry Potter. Show all posts

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Confessions of a Teenage Caduceuturg

Oh, I know what you're all wondering: What on Middle Earth is a "caduceuturg?" Well just hold your hippogriffs and we'll get to that.
This all started more than a year ago now, around January of 2010, all because I wanted to make my cousin (we'll call her "Hermione) a wand for her birthday in March. I started sketching out designs, and then asked my dad (hereafter labeled "He-Who-Can-Do-Anything") for help with the specifics.
The first step: planning and design.

Hermione's wand: Linden and Dragon Heartstring, 9.65 inches.
I continued working on Hermione's wand, but really didn't think that much of it until my own birthday in February.
My family and I were all in the dining room for my birthday dinner when my brother looked out the window and said, "Is that an owl?" He then went around to the door, and returned with a package. A brown-paper-wrapped package. With a label on it. And the label had not only my name and street address, but also the exact room we were in. Now almost hyperventilating with excitement over the best prospective birthday gift ever, I tore off the packaging to reveal this:
That's right, folks. My dad had made me a wand--Willow and phoenix feather, 8 and three-quarter inches. And from there, things kind of went crazy. My dad created three separate wand companies with three distinct styles and started churning out unique, hand-made wands like mad.
H.L. Gryphon and Sons (Purveyors of Fine Magical Mercantiles since 1327) use a shaft-and-handle construction like mine and Hermione's.
Wilkinson and Silverwood make turned wands on the lathe.



Greensward of Glencoe specializes in single-piece nature-inspired wands.

Dad made wands for every member of our extended family, and then we started selling them. Dad took them to his work, and I was the official vendor at my high school. The reception was fantastic--especially around Christmas and, oh, November 18th. (The day of the premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1). In fact, that week we completely sold out! Dad calls himself a caduceator, using the Latin word "caduceus," meaning "wand."
Now, Dad's the real craftsman here; he makes every single wand himself (except for my friend "Bellatrix," whose wand was made by my brother.) But I myself got more and more involved--after all, I did inadvertently start the whole thing. I was head saleswoman, but after a bit I was also head...consultant? Wand-lore-and-Harry-Potter-expert? C'mon, I needed a cooler name than that! Caduceuturg. Yep, that'll about fit the bill...and, ok, so it does just mean wand-expert...but it sounds all cool and Latin, right? Right.
Here's what I do. In general, I'm in charge of wand description--I measure them, choose the cores, and make sure anything that's Harry Potter-related is accurate.  (That last bit has become less necessary as we started selling them--copyright issues, you know.) I get to experiment with lots of fun terms, too: "variegated walnut," "power nodes," "engraved pommel." Wands have endless invented vocabulary. Usually, though, I'm an employee of Wilkinson and Silverwood's. We specialize in "historical" wands--that is, we make them, but they come with certificates detailing their long and no doubt glorious past. And I'm in charge of writing those certificates. I research some minor historical figure, usually an alchemist or something of that kind, from a few hundred years ago or so, and then invent names and dates and events all about how the wand came to be in the possession of its current lucky owner. You may now admit that I have the coolest job in the world.  
The three most common cores: Dragon Heartstring, Phoenix Feather, and Unicorn Tailhair.

The certificate which accompanies a W&S wand.
As of right now, we only sell wands ourselves. I keep telling Dad that he should open a shop on the internet--so many people would want one of these! They're completely one-of-a-kind, handmade, can be personalized, and they're much cheaper than any other wands out there. Dad's worried about the time it would take to keep an internet shop up, but who knows? Maybe if enough people expressed interest, it could win him over.
My wand--shaft, handle, and core--in the first phases of construction.

My brother's wand, modeled partly after the Elder Wand as depicted in the Harry Potter movies.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Countdown

My dear friends, there are now three days. Just three short days, until it all ends. I don't know about you all, but I for one am pretty darn excited. This is going to be better than Red Vines.
Way back when there were 90 days to go, my dear friend Stanley and I made a paper chain countdown. We used the House Colors for the links and wrote a quote on every one of them. We used AVPM, Potter Puppet Pals, the literal trailer, the seventh book, and the first part of the seventh movie for our sources; if I do say so myself, it was totally awesome. May I now present, for the purpose of passing the time in those three days, some of my favorites?

"You're not alone! Cuz you're here with me."
"I open at the close."
"Ooh, look! A Blibbering Humdinger!"
"Ew, Squirt? No thanks, I'll stay dehydrated."
"No!" "No!" "Harry! HARRY!"
"Merlin's Pants!"
"He needs a nose."
"Now that we've got that four-part harmony out of the way..."
"Every day, if you want us to." "Not every day."
"You have one hour."
"I wanna take you up to Winnipeg--that's in Canada!"
"Wave hand, up skirt, windy, kissing!"
"It's me. I'm extremely famous."
"Snape. Snape. Severus Snape."
"There's the silver lining I've been looking for."
"Grandpa Weasley would never forgive you for marrying a Pureblood."
"Ginny and I had prepared a cake!"
"RUMBLEROAR!!!"
"Oh. Right. No antlers."
"Teddy--our Teddy--snogging Victoire! Our cousin!"
"Actually I'm highly logical."
"Die-dum. What's a die-dum?"
"Just keep talking about that little light touching your heart..."
"For the greater good."
"Can you tell me how Lost ends?"
"I know who you are. You're that Snape boy!"
"Days and weeks and maybe even years."
"That is a BOSS Zefron poster."
"A great big, muscley, super strong, super hott MAN."
"That's right, Harry...come on, think of something happy."
"You dare--" "Yes. I dare."
"Always the tone of surprise."
"Kill the snake?" "Kill the snake."
"Are you a wizard, or what?"
"You came back?" "I came home."
"Oi! There's a war on!"
"Dobby didn't mean to kill--only maim, or seriously injure."
"For Dumbledore!"
"Here lies Dobby, a free elf."
"And then come back! You've got to come back!"
"I know Harry Potter, and I reckon he's the real thing."
"Avada Kedavra!" "Expelliarmus!"
"All was well."

Happy Harry Potter-ing, everyone! If you don't recognize a quote, ask for the source in the comments. ~8)

Monday, July 11, 2011

Big Sky Fourth of July

Quick catch-up post before we dive right into New York City.
I started Independence Day off right by waking up on my Colonial Days schedule: early in the morning. My first thought was honestly "This time back home, I'd be avoiding John Wolfe right about now." But I got out of my I-miss-Provo rut quickly enough and entirely enjoyed the day.
Small-town Fourths are...different. Home's not big, mind, but our celebrationsare huge. Here, not so much. And much more hick. (In a good way.)

We went to the parade in Choteau (pronounced Show-toe.)
Now this parade is no Macy's Thanksgiving extravaganza. It's not even Provo's Independence Celebration. Nope, this is the heart of Montana...which turns out to be really, really small. There are three main vehicles: Horses. Tractors (or combines.) And old cars. Mind you these old cars are not "Look at me and my vintage-ness," but rather "I haven't actually bought a new car since 1952." Endearing in an odd sort of way. The parade goes al the way through town, then turns around and comes back--it takes about 40 minutes total.




We then proceeded to the family picnic, where we ate sloppy joes, chips, Shasta soda (a 4th of July Gleason tradition) and THE BEST ICECREAM ON EARTH. Period. We make icecream parlor runs probably three times per trip. Sometimes more, but who's counting?






Then...the rodeo. Oh yes. Funny, thrilling, occasionally terrifying. If you've never been to one, you should probably get on it.


After that we were pretty exhausted so the day just kind of ran down into chatting, with fireworks in the evening. Huzzah for America!

One very important aspect of the vacation that I've neglected to mention: The Gleason Plague of 2011.
It struck on Saturday, July 2nd. By the 4th, 25 people were afflicted. Instead of Big Skies, this is what we all looked at for a few days:
At last count, we infected 50 out of the 150 in attenance at the reunion. It was pretty miserable for a while there.

I finish posting about Montana with this picture of my brother, just to remind you all that some things never change, even 600 miles from home, and this video, which really does sum up our entire trip, and our entire family.

We got into New York Saturday afternoon, no problems. (Luggage getting to the correct baggage claim is a greater miracle than planes flying.) I knew I was going to have a good trip when we stepped out of the airport and saw this facing us on a bus:

Sunday was quiet. We ate pancakes and watched Anne of Green Gables, which was lovely, until Lauren got here.
Today we went swimming, watched Despicable Me, ate macaroni and cheese, pineapple, and Icees, and went to Central Park. Tomorrow the fun really starts as we officially hit the town.
Cheers!

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Boys. Of the familial variety.

I think it was the Pevensies that first started my life-long wish for an older brother. Peter and Edmund filled the role perfectly--that stereotypical-yet-much-desired, teasing-but-protective not-quiet-perfect big brother that I've always wanted. My favorite doll from my dollhouse when I was younger was always the teenage boy--he had a ponytail and was AWESOME. (On a quick side note, I have nothing against my younger brother, who actually exists. But older brothers are different.) I've had ample opportunity to observe my friends' big brothers recently, but when I was younger most of my friends were oldest children like me, so my experience with the species was almost entirely literary. But I'll admit, literary boys are the best kind, and brothers are no exception. I have here compiled a quick list:
Peter and Edmund Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia)
Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron, and yes, even Percy Weasley (Harry Potter)
Eomer (The Lord of the Rings)
John Ridd (Lorna Doone)
Ben Wheelock (Girl In Blue)
Tom Woodlawn (Caddie Woodlawn)





And there are more and more! But a while ago I got to thinking, there are just as many books where the "big brother" figure isn't actually related by blood. While this may seem like a pretty crucial credential, these brothers are just as good. Here's another list, this time of unbiological big brothers (please ignore any romantic implications that may come up later in the book, as this post is merely about the brotherly aspect):

Theodore Laurence (Little Women)
Harry Potter (to Hermione, Harry Potter)
Dickon Sowerby (The Secret Garden)
Nathaniel Eaton (The Witch of Blackbird Pond)
Calvin O'Keefe (A Wrinkle in Time)




The lightbulb went on! I do have big brothers--several, in fact, and the best you could ever wish for. They are my wonderful guy friends, of course. The first, whom we shall call...Colonial Kid, actually features in a book my friend is writing--and, no surprise, he's our "brother" in there, too. Then there's my red-headed brother, "Ron." This particular Ginny is very glad he's around. And we can't forget the "brothers" who are related to me but not actually my siblings. I have some incredible cousins, at least one of whom I think all of my followers know. We'll call him Earnest, after one of his favorite movies. Earnest is seriously one of the best people I know. He has such a strong testimony, is incredibly nice, and very funny. He's probably the most big-brotherly of all of them: in the absence of an actual elder brother, he's taken over the roles of Official Tease and Protector Extraordinaire. A great big thanks to all my brothers, real or surrogate...or even imaginary.

I'll finish up with a song from Little Women (the musical) and some pictures of the best brothers around.
Jo
I want to declare before everyone,
before the world,that on this day of
forgiveness and joy, that you
Theodore Laurence the Third--who
has valiantly lost all contest to me--
I declare you our brother: the
brother we never had
 Swear to us your
greatest oath of loalty.
An oath as dazzling as your charms.

Laurie
I swear I'll follow you like royalty

Amy/Meg/Beth
Come wear our royal coat of arms.

Jo
From now on we are joined
And we shall not be parted.
From this day on it's all for one
And one for all for life

Laurie
We'll live like musketeers.

Amy/Meg/Beth
Together we'll prevail.

All
We'll be five for all
forever from now on.

Beth
Now each of us must
swear for all eternity:
Our bond shall never be undone

Amy/Jo/Meg/Laurie
Nothing shall sever this fraternity.

All
We'll always live and die as one.
From now on we are joined
And we shall not be parted.

Jo
From this day on it's all for one.

All
And one for all for life.

Jo
Together we will fight

Laurie
Your battles will be mine.

All
We'll be five for all forever
From now on.
Speech! Speech!

Laurie
On this wonderful day.
One I'll never forget.
I am honored to say i am yours.

All
From this day on we swear
That we shall not be parted
From this day on, no matter what,
We're five for all for life.
We'll conquer every foe

Jo
With our brother by our side

Jo
We'll consider any friend.

Laurie
We'll be loyal to the end!

Girls
We'll be five for all forever

Laurie
We'll be five for all forever

All
We'll be five for all
Forever from now on!