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Continuing "Banned Books Week" at the Book View Cafe blog, Deborah J. Ross writes wonderfully on why even the most hateful works should not be banned; and I have a brief (and as it turns out, dovetailing piece on "gatekeeping." Check them out.
28/9/10
Beyond No Clue
28/9/10 08:18Even thinking about this makes my head explode a little. Via ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sdn, the story of a cake maker who made a special birthday cake for a well-loved friend. At the party, mayhem ensued. Which is to say that while everyone else was enjoying the pot-luck dinner and a swim, one guest dismantled the cake, ate some, and left bits of the decorations all around the house. The birthday girl did not get to cut her own damned birthday cake. And (here's the frosting on the cake, so to speak) when the cake-maker, who had made this elaborate cake as her present to the birthday girl, scolded the offender for what she'd done, the woman burst into tears and fled. The Offender's husband came and yelled at the cake-maker for hurting his wife's feelings.
The cake maker in me is screaming in outrage.
The hostess in me is stunned.
The mother who raised her children to be a little better than wolves is speechless.
What the fuck?
sdn, the story of a cake maker who made a special birthday cake for a well-loved friend. At the party, mayhem ensued. Which is to say that while everyone else was enjoying the pot-luck dinner and a swim, one guest dismantled the cake, ate some, and left bits of the decorations all around the house. The birthday girl did not get to cut her own damned birthday cake. And (here's the frosting on the cake, so to speak) when the cake-maker, who had made this elaborate cake as her present to the birthday girl, scolded the offender for what she'd done, the woman burst into tears and fled. The Offender's husband came and yelled at the cake-maker for hurting his wife's feelings.The cake maker in me is screaming in outrage.
The hostess in me is stunned.
The mother who raised her children to be a little better than wolves is speechless.
What the fuck?
Darth Vader's Ankle Sock
28/9/10 13:14Here are my crutches. As of 11am today, they are ex-utensils. (Actually, I'm using one as a cane until I can get a nice cane.) Emily is soooo happy to have the Evil Silver Sticks go away.
And here is my shoe for the next two weeks: the boot I've been wearing is also a walking cast, and I am walking on it. It's weird: the toe part doesn't hurt much, but my ankle and heel are not thrilled about the whole thing. Still, after going out to lunch and buying some fabric for a Sekrit Project, I'm beginning to feel like I might, in fact, Walk Again.
But not for an hour or two. It's cool drink and lounging time again.
ETA Just ordered a handsome cane, the better to lope down the street with (well, staggering is more my style right now...but I have twice been down to the basement, and I made dinner. Cooking with two hands is great!)
And here is my shoe for the next two weeks: the boot I've been wearing is also a walking cast, and I am walking on it. It's weird: the toe part doesn't hurt much, but my ankle and heel are not thrilled about the whole thing. Still, after going out to lunch and buying some fabric for a Sekrit Project, I'm beginning to feel like I might, in fact, Walk Again.
But not for an hour or two. It's cool drink and lounging time again.
ETA Just ordered a handsome cane, the better to lope down the street with (well, staggering is more my style right now...but I have twice been down to the basement, and I made dinner. Cooking with two hands is great!)