city mouse: The lyfe so short, the blog so hard to write

Not enough time, not enough material, the usual. Meanwhile, gentle readers, go forth and practice some Chaucerian pick-up lines! Though my brilliant former medieval prof (I mean prof of medieval stuff, he is Irish himself, and quite contemporary) has informed me that, sadly, the Chaucer blog contains some glaring Middle English errors, I still remain in awe.

Methinks I may have heard a few of these myself on my own pilgrimage to Kalamazoo some years ago*, as a young grad student presenting my carefully constructed yet poststructural, inspired yet inspiring, brilliantly written yet engagingly presented paper, featuring a thesis which would revolutionize the critical discourse surrounding the Old Irish literature of the Tain. Or it would have, anyway, if my time slot hadn't been at 8am on the last day of the conference. Oh well; the world shall never know.

Honestly, I've actually forgotten what that paper was about, exactly. So it's just as well that I've changed careers.

Related: Who knew Chaucer had such a nice garret?

We like to think this is the kind of room the master would have stayed in when writing the Tales. This is our largest room. As you enter the room you'll find a comfortable sitting area with cable TV. The perfect area to relax in before breakfast, after returning from your travels, or to retire to before bed.

*DISCLAIMER: I have never attended a Renaissance faire, consumed anything out of a goblet, nor owned any music described as "Celtic."