May 29th, 2005

The Librarian

A good day yesterday ...

... and I came home with my bank account intact (other than paying for my season pass, so that I can go to Heritage Park whenever I please). Tons of gorgeous creations at the Quilt Show ... standouts being a huge, colourwash-petaled, pieced carnation that went through the entire rainbow from centre to outer petals, and a round, flower-like quilt made from scallops of an assortment of leathers (including reptile) in browns and tans, with each scallop's base decorated with the eye section of a peacock tail feather and its outer curve defined by a binding strip of black leather. The gent who made it came along while I was looking at it, wanting to check on how people were reacting to it ... I was happily able to assure him that I'd been overhearing many ooooos and ahs and "That's LEATHER!"s from others in that building, as well as passing on my own compliments on his work. He was quite happy to hear his experiment was getting good reactions and I left him hanging about in the hallway of the Chinese Laundry (where his masterpiece was on display), waiting for the next viewers to come along so he could hear a few of the compliments for himself. :-)

In the vendor tent, lots of nifty stuff, but nothing that screamed "take me home" until I got to the vendor that sold me the Indonesian batiked flannelette last year. This year her fabric was all from Uganda ... a treasure-trove of handwoven lengths (which she was willing to cut), each with a different design woven into the fabric and then uniquely handpainted/tie-dyed/ block-printed/otherwise decorated ... no two were alike, in colours or design and no pattern repeat (aside from the damask-like woven patterns underneath the colours). They were beautiful and tempting, but also $25.00 a metre and I honestly couldn't think of what I'd make out of them. And today, not one of them is jumping up and down in my memory, so I don't think I'll bother going back (last year, I DID go back on the second day, to fetch home the flannelette, which had burned itself into my brain).

Another thing I noticed ... Heritage Park's roadways and parking lot aisles are all one-way (which makes it wonderfully easy to get around in), with directions clearly marked by giant yellow arrows painted on the pavement every few feet, yet there were a record number of blind twits (the ones I saw were all in SUVs, minivans, and trucks ... mebbe they were too far off the ground to see the arrows?) going the wrong way and buggering up the traffic. I confess that when I saw one going up the winding downward-only exit roadway from the entrance gate drop-off zone, I was visited by a momentary fantasy of seeing it meet a bus coming down and having to reverse all the way down in front of it. No such luck, though. :P

Ended up going home after the show ... 'twas only +3 when I headed out to the Park yesterday morning, but temps had warmed up considerably by noon, so I was a tad overdressed and overwarm. Decided to skip Fanny's in the afternoon ... figured that, being Saturday, it'd likely be a zoo over there (especially in their tiny, horribly-laid-out parking lot) and, on reflection, realized that a new futon cover can wait: I've got Ontario-and-Ohio-in-August airfares to save for! :-)
The Librarian


One doesn't expect to get the sensation of the brain being whacked by a 2x4 while rereading an old childhood favourite, does one? A few months ago, I bought a copy of Roald Dahl's "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" ... the edition I read and reread and loved as a kid lives at my mother's house, since it was a gift to all of us munchkin siblings, rather than an individual (all the "share books" are still at Mom's, to the benefit of the grandkids). Late last night, when I got too lazy to knit, I finally pulled it out of the bookcase and started reading it. All smooth sailing, until I got to the Oompa-Loompas. Huh? "His skin was rosy-white, his long hair was golden brown"? Waitaminnit! That's NOT what I remember!

So went a-Googling this morning to find out when the change happened (no trouble figuring out the WHY) and found Politically Correct Oompa–Loompa Evolution. A pity. A pity that adults think that way and immediately assume that kids do too. They don't ... it never would have occurred to the juvenile me to think of the Oompa-Loompas as slaves, second-class, or the victims of racism (if I'd even thought of it, I would have figured that any Oompa-Loompa who didn't like the land of Wonka could walk out the gates any time he/she wanted to and go ANYWHERE he/she wanted to). The only reason for even specifying their race in the story was for a rather lovely bit of humour (which later readers shan't get to giggle over) ... the factory visitors immediately assuming that the magical Willy Wonka had found a way to bring chocolate to life.

Ah well. Like I said, I understand the reasons for the change. But I sometimes can't help thinking that the best way to eliminate racism and bigotry on this planet would be to keep the adults away from the children for a generation.

***makes mental note to tell Mom to change her will to state that the old edition in her possession must be kept in the family, generation to generation***

Found ...

... while playing the friends-of-friends-of-friends game on LJ.

This is my kind of evil mind: Gay Books For Alabama

Note: according to the linked news story, the measure died because there weren't enough state legislators present for a vote
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