Showing posts with label Tibby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tibby. Show all posts

15 July 2011

Tibby On Guard

Today was a very important day for Tibby: he received his first ever official training assignment.   See, here he is standing guard.  Alfredo is checking to make sure he's doing okay; he was keeping an eye out more or less the entire time.


Now, of course security detail is not Tibby's projected career path.  He is slated for a career in diplomacy, and since he has the best of credentials (yes, I know it's a Republic, but imperial blood does still open some doors) and the beginnings of an excellent record, he's likely to end up where he wants to be.  But everyone has to start somewhere, and the Republic takes seriously the idea that its fledglings ought to be familiar with as many of the different roles played by its personnel as possible, especially if they're headed for an elite career.  Guard duty is a very typical first assignment.

24 April 2011

Erev Easter

It's become something of a tradition for AJD and me to watch Monty Python's Life of Brian on Easter.  The idea didn't originate with either of us, although I don't remember who came up with it.  Anyway, since he's up in Massachusetts this weekend for a concert, maintenance of the tradition fell to me this year.  I need to spend most of today working on my dissertation, so I opted to watch on Erev Easter instead.  Desmond (who is Jewish) and Tibby (who is a Roman, sort of) watched with me.  Good times.

19 December 2010

Religion in the Wild Republic

AJD and I are both Jewish.  If this factoid led you to assume that the Wild Republic is essentially Jewish, you would be wrong.  Diversity is one of the hallmarks of the Wild Republic, and religion is no exception.

That's not to say that none of the animals are Jewish.  Desmond (the manatee) is very Jewish.  As a matter of fact, Desmond is currently studying to become a rabbi.  His studies aren't progressing as quickly as they could be, because his Wild Republic duties take up enough time that he's only a half-time studentt; he was a rabbinical student before he ever got here, and he still has a way to go.  I quite respect his ability to multi-task.  But Desmond is the sort of fellow who believes in doing many things and all of them well, so the dual vocation will probably work out for him in the end.

Some of the animals are of uncertain religious affiliations, by which I don't mean they're necessarily areligious, but that they don't talk about it.  Sleepyhead (the panda), for instance.  We haven't even been able to get his name, let alone his religious preferences.  Murchison (the Arctic fox) is another.  He's a consummate professional, and his profession happens to involve espionage, so he's pretty closed-mouthed about anything pertaining to his personal life.

Sir Tristan, of course, is a member of the Church of the Wild Parliamentary Monarchy, or "Church of WPM".  At least, he's nominally a member.  He seems to be the sort who enjoys elaborate liturgies but doesn't follow the Church's official stance on much of anything.  I'm not totally clear on the theological or social positions of the Church of WPM (it's not even clear to me whether they're Christians - as you'd assume from the name - or something else), but I'm given to understand that Sir Tristan's attitudes are very typical of its parishioners, so possibly the details don't really matter all that much.

Seleucus, on the other hand, is a bona fide hard-core Zoroastrian.  This is because he's a Bactrian camel.  Actually, he's not just any Bactrian camel; he's a royal Bactrian camel, and apparently the royal family takes their continued adherence to Zoroastrianism very seriously.  Heritage is very important to royal Bactrian camels.

Then there's the situation with the cats (with the exception of Sir Tristan).  They're all Buddhists. Three of them - Mahler, Flurry, and Rusty - are from Asia, so geographically speaking it makes sense that they'd be Buddhists, but Khamsin and the lion are African, and Cami's Mesoamerican, so given the general areal distribution of human Buddhists, one might expect they'd be something else.  Apparently, though, Buddhism spread like wildfire amongst felines of all types, so now they're all Buddhists wherever you go, outside the Wild Parliamentary Monarchy.  This seems rather improbable to me, given that, well, they're all carnivores, but there you are.  Apparently the doctrine of Feline Buddhism is extremely complicated.  Cami has tried several times to explain it to me, but I think you have to be a cat yourself to understand how it works.

One of the complicating factors is that many cats aren't only Buddhists; they're Buddhists plus something else.  Cami himself, for instance, is a Buddhist and a Jaguar Agnostic.  Jaguars, as you probably know, were considered sacred in Mesoamerica and South America, which put the jaguars in an odd position: they were being worshipped, but they weren't really clear on why, given that they didn't see themselves as divine and felt kind of weird about the whole thing.  Had they been lions or tigers, they probably would have just drank it up, but jaguars are both less full of their own consequence and a lot more given to philosophic speculations.  Rather than enjoy their perceived divinity, they developed a bit of theological insecurity, and this eventually led to a mass conclusion that they couldn't know whether gods existed or not.  I'm given to understand that this somehow made them more receptive to Buddhism, but again Buddhism didn't supersede the local agnostic movement.

Not all of the animals are averse to self-worship.  Take Tibby, for instance.  Don't let his name fool you: he's an imperial penguin, after all, and "Tibby" is short for "Tiberius Claudius Pingo".  Like the human Claudian emperors, the Claudian penguins are more than happy to see themselves as divine, and their religion is more or less identical to the pre-Christian emperor cult of the Roman empire, modulo the fact that all their divinities are penguins.  It's easy to forget about this; Tibby's a modest little chap, and pretty matter-of-fact about the whole divinity thing.  One does wonder if it contributes to his cheerful self-confidence, though.

Most of the other animals either adhere to the native faith of their species or mix it with a dash of the religion of the nearest human population.  I'll use the wolves (Alfredo and Beppe) as an example, both because there are two of them and because their theology is possibly the most complex of all.  Our wolves are Italian wolves, and their religion is a tangled mixture of the human polytheism of ancient Italy (before the emergence of the emperor cult) and the native lupine tribal beliefs, with a pinch of Catholicism thrown in for good measure.  We haven't really got a good grasp of how it works just yet, because we've had wolves here less than six months.

No discussion on this topic would be complete without explaining Plouie's take on theology.  Plouie believes in the Blue Penguin of Happiness.  We're not really quite sure if this is an Adelie penguin thing or something he came up with on his own after listening to us reading too many faery tales out loud, or some odd combination thereof, but whichever it is, he's quite earnest about it.  He even remembers it from one day to the next, which is really impressive by Plouie standards.  We don't have too many details about the Blue Penguin, but our working hypothesis is that it's some sort of Santa Claus/Easter Bunny/Tooth Faery figure.  Beyond that it's hard to tell.  Plouie's end of all of our attempted conversations on the subject consists primarily of "The Blue Penguin of Happiness!  The Blue Penguin of Happiness!", accompanied by increasingly fervent jumping up and down until he passes out.  It makes him pretty happy, though.

The Advent of an Owl

Sir Tristan's imminent reunion with his beloved is not the only reason to anticipate the arrival of the new delgation from the Wild Parliamentary Monarchy.  Another member of the delegation is causing some excitement: an owl.  The owl will be our very first-non penguin bird.

I'm certainly very excited, because I've always really liked owls, and this owl is a snowy owl, which is totally my favourite kind of owl.  But this blog isn't about me.  It's much more interesting to note the way the penguins are reacting, because it's quite characteristic of them.

We have two penguins with us at the moment, and they could not be more different if they tried, I kid thee not.  Tibby is a baby emperor penguin, and he's an absolute darling.  Very bright, very inquisitive, earnest... clearly the little guy has a big future ahead of him in the Wild Republic.  He's a real pleasure to have around.  Plouie, though, is kind of on another planet, in more ways than one.  Don't get me wrong, I adore Plouie.  But he's... somewhat challenging, and somewhat challenged.  His IQ is in negative digits and he's totally crazy.  We've asked Tibby whether all Adelie penguins are like this, but he doesn't know any others either.

Tibby could not be more excited about the arrival of our owl.  For one thing, he's really looking forward to having another native speaker of Birdic around.  It's not that he minds speaking Common Mammalian - he's totally fluent - but it's always nice to have someone to speak your native language with.  (Plouie doesn't really count.  Sure, he's a native speaker of Birdic, but conversations with him are not exactly inspiring, at least not in the usual sense of the word.)  Also, Tibby has never met a bird who wasn't a penguin before, and he's looking forward to learning what they're like; he's even spent the last week or so making lists of questions to ask.  He's particularly excited that it's an owl.  Imagine a human child who has just been told that Santa is going to be his new roommate and you'll have an idea of how excited Tibby is.

Plouie has never met a bird who wasn't a penguin either.  The difference between him and Tibby is that Plouie actually cannot imagine a non-penguin bird: his feeble little brain just cannot stretch that far.  For him, a penguin is the prototypical bird.  Read him a story with birds in it and Plouie will visualise penguins, even if they're flying.  This has had hilarious if disastrous consequences, in that Plouie sort of thinks he ought to be able to fly too, since the birds in books do it and of course they're penguins.  Of course he can't fly, but you have to admire his persistence, because it doesn't stop him from trying.  He flies sort of like a cannonball: he launches himself into the air and then comes right back down.  We suspect the head injuries exacerbate all his problems.

It's always hard to understand what Plouie is talking about, so we can't be totally sure what he's thinking about the new owl, but the little we do understand creates a picture of characteristic confusion: he seems to be envisioning a large, white, nocturnal, flying penguin.  We have absolutely no idea what will happen when Plouie actually meets the owl.  It will probably explode his brain, figuratively speaking - this happens to him remarkably often anyway - but a shock of this size is bound to have other consequences we can't even fathom just yet.

Just so we're totally clear about these things: no, I did not specifically request an owl just to see how Plouie would react to it.  Really.  Don't look at me like that.