glendalarke
February 3rd, 2005, 02:25 AM
That's it exactly, Holbrook. Sideways brains, that's us...weird. ;)
I was whisked away into another world last night, and I was reminded of the problems of first contact, a la SF alien worlds. My husband and I were invited to a gathering of people from Libya, celebrating their safe return from the Haj. At the lift, my husband was whisked away to one apartment (where all the men were) while I was taken to another (where the women were).
The trouble with this was that only one of the women really spoke English, and as she was the main cook for the evening, she didn't have much time to talk to me. Worse, my Arabic is confined to stuff like Inshallah and Bismillah and shukran. I was forcibly reminded why TV space operas have things like implanted simultaneous translators...!
To get back to the topic, there must have been half a dozen things that happened at that gathering which seeded ideas. We ate out of a communal disk (scrumptious coucous) but one of the kids had a bad cold.
And that gave me an idea:what would happen if a stranger arrived at such a gathering with a communicable disease?
The women, every time they wanted to dive across the public corridor to a third apartment where the cooking was taking place, had to cover their lovely dresses with shapeless robes and head scarves - even though it was only ten paces. (Idea: oooo, lots. e.g. About societies where dress is both confining and defining and yet where private dress code is quite different...) And so on.
I am eternally glad I am one of those weirdos that have ideas jumping at me from all directions.
I was whisked away into another world last night, and I was reminded of the problems of first contact, a la SF alien worlds. My husband and I were invited to a gathering of people from Libya, celebrating their safe return from the Haj. At the lift, my husband was whisked away to one apartment (where all the men were) while I was taken to another (where the women were).
The trouble with this was that only one of the women really spoke English, and as she was the main cook for the evening, she didn't have much time to talk to me. Worse, my Arabic is confined to stuff like Inshallah and Bismillah and shukran. I was forcibly reminded why TV space operas have things like implanted simultaneous translators...!
To get back to the topic, there must have been half a dozen things that happened at that gathering which seeded ideas. We ate out of a communal disk (scrumptious coucous) but one of the kids had a bad cold.
And that gave me an idea:what would happen if a stranger arrived at such a gathering with a communicable disease?
The women, every time they wanted to dive across the public corridor to a third apartment where the cooking was taking place, had to cover their lovely dresses with shapeless robes and head scarves - even though it was only ten paces. (Idea: oooo, lots. e.g. About societies where dress is both confining and defining and yet where private dress code is quite different...) And so on.
I am eternally glad I am one of those weirdos that have ideas jumping at me from all directions.

