>>>I think of them as being just right to make silk skirts for fairies.<<<
I see Balinese men in skirts and I get jealous. Of the patterns and colours; iris purple and orange and lime; blue and pink; you name it. If we could. They make rice paddies look like gardens. One of my nieces gave me a Balinese skirt. The japanese wear so much traditionally that is so interesting. Do we? Are my garden sweat headbands pillow case hems or peonies on white? I complain here only about myself, and a leetle about our cultural inclinations. Because we learn from them, and are sometimes unconsciously bound by them.
Perhaps we will be rich enough soon. Americans are frightened by the culture that true richness allows. We don't know what too much of it is yet. Me too, some times, because I don't think of it/them. But also, my neighbors don't like it much.
Jeez. Sometimes I want to jerk their suppositional strings. Their aesthetics. Sometimes I do, without caring, or maybe realizing. Other times I am petrified to stand in my yard. So I can't for whole seasons. (Alcohol or security help.) I have experiments I share with friends as part of a sort of innocuous thesis test, to show how averse to the new we are.
There is stuff, truly harmless stuff, you can't do.
Why? Huh?
Other cultures do.
Bitch bitch bitch. Sorry, it's my specialty.
Can you garden in a Balinese skirt? In the parking strip? Run a tiller say? Pour concrete?
Why the heck not?
I have a favorite type of situation where they try to stop you from doing something, but can't figure out what law you're breaking. I got lots of them. We have all sorts of invisible suppositions. They don't help us live with people and the rest of the world. They don't help us discern freedom and progress from danger. |
