Who is Habsul Rignyr?

You may have heard of me from around Urbit, or from my charming personality on Twitter, or from one of 2 now defunct podcasts (The Stack and The Network Age), or from an article in The Mars Review #2. To the extent that I am known, it’s for extended puns mainly at the expense of the Irish.

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What is Habsul Rignyr’s New Merrie England?

In the first instance, a diary of Shakespeare. I am an Elizabethanist, a lover of that lively instance in time when English was a grand experiment, unsettled, and for the ear. I have read the Shakespeare plays but never in any structured sort of way, and being middle age I find, as many do, that I am suddenly religious, and wanting to pay proper obeisance to perhaps the greatest of my pagan gods, I want to make a study of his Word.

In the second, an extended project to raise Thule Albion, which has lately sunk into civilizational despair and resembles nothing likes its former Merrie Selfe even when one strips away the propaganda of Olde. Probably nothing can be done about this state of affairs in the base layer, but New Merrie England is, like a Minecraft Al Hambra, the aggregate effort of bits over atoms, the reconstitution of an England of the Mind, and the Mind of a Merry Few. We merry few shall Moneyball England.

And so you’ll find me shoveling out the middens of archival England and piecing it back together here until the walls and roofs of Merrie Olde find themselves constituent in the ghostly and happy Merrie New of the machine, with its taverns, its fields, its shires and its peoples all back again, and us among them.