Sunday, June 16, 2013

With Liberty and Justice for Rhinocerodes or Whom?

Kayla beneath the sign of the rhinoceros
Our phenomenal Kayla has graduated high school, and as a graduation present I took her for two days to Colonial Williamsburg.  Just she and I went down.  We saw the various craftspeople, took the Palace and Capitol tours, attended an evening concert, got to the museum during a period when the textile collection was opened for an hour, and as we were staying on-site (the Williamsburg Woodlands adjacent to the Visitors' Center) we had the privilege of a tour of the archeological research center as well.  I think Kayla enjoyed the current active dig in front of the Armory even more than the tour, though having been to the tour she was able to appreciate some of their unique techniques as well as their use of familiar tools and methods she has used for several years now in her volunteer summer work for the Park Service Archeology Camp she has worked at.

Seeing a reproduction of a period map of local buildings

Still there were a few jarring things which she and I discussed, now that she is educated, mature, and all that.  First, there was the issue of women both in Colonial era history and today.  Needless to say, when the Virginians were discussing the "rights of man," they did indeed mean, "man."  There is a good number of women among the re-enactors, but of course as in the period times, few of the main artisans are female.  Fine, you'll say, that's reasonably historically accurate.  But they go so far as to dress female musicians performing at the evening Palace concert in mens' garb and explicitly explain that this is because historically the instruments they choose to play were considered inappropriate for women.  All right, still not so uncomfortable, just a bit odd to our eyes and sensibilities; it's not as though they refuse today to allow women to play in the ensemble just because they wouldn't have then.

Oh, but in addition, there's the joke.  The little aside scripted in so many programs, and it is definitely scripted and not just the individual actors' choice.  The little joke about how we must apologize for discussing these serious political and economic concerns when women are present, for such things are not for delicate ears.  The little joke that gets a laugh.

Then there's the question of race and with it comes sadly and inevitably the issue of slavery.  The archeologists confirmed multiple times during their presentation that all the tax and census records of the period show that the overall population of the region at the time before and during the Revolutionary War was split almost perfectly 50/50 between European and African Americans.  Within "African Americans" they are including slaves, freed slaves, and free born individuals.  To their credit, the foundation does seem to have hired a few African Americans among their re-enactors and artisans, for which I applaud them and which I don't remember ever seeing during past visits.  And yet, while the entire staff at the Visitors' Center was white, the entire kitchen staff at the hotel was African American.  And while I know there are periods in the calendar when the foundation tries to focus on slavery studies and portray the horrors of slavery in some ways that only makes it worse.

By this, I mean that you simply can't convey the true horrors of slavery in a family interactive venue.  You can not re-create a slave auction.  You can't allow re-enactors to be available to explain the true horrors of whippings, rape, having children sold off, beatings, and being treated like possessions.  And worse yet, if instead you clean it up and have people answer or portray the realities of slavery as if the worst slaves had to deal with was simply not having general control over their own lives, or being taken from their original homes and forced to work whether they like it or not, you degrade and minimize the true depth of evil that was American slavery.  You can't show it at its everyday worst, and by showing it as only moderately bad you erase the pervasive evil.

We love Colonial Williamsburg; its mission, its activities, its presentation.  We appreciate that we have such a great venue so close to us that we can visit every few years.  We particularly have always believed that a full understanding of American history from pre-Colonial days through at least the Civil War is critical to modern thought and under-emphasized in the schools, and so we've made a point in our household of teaching it as much as possible.  But there are these deficits in modern American thinking and society which are still holdovers from the era.

On our way home, somehow the topic of Affirmative Action came up as Kayla and I talked.  It turned out that while she was taught about the existence of government support for the program, she was never taught any context for why it was enacted much less why it is still in place today.  No one had ever pointed out that even in our suburban, overwhelmingly middle-class schools, test scores, college attendance, school grades, and outcomes still show a bias for white students over African Americans and Hispanics.  They never educated these kids about the dangers of ghettoization, the lack of educational support that comes with poverty or with poor education in previous generations.  They never mentioned the schools in the southern parts of the US today where there are still racially divided proms.  They simply pretend in the schools that there is no more bias; that every teacher in every American school is as receptive to every student as to every other when it comes to subjective grading, extra time, extra effort, accepting late work, and so on.

We can barely move forward when we don't even look at ourselves peripherally.  I'd love some way to add this dialogue more openly, more publicly, and more regularly in the schools, in American homes, and yes, even at places like Colonial Williamsburg.



Tuesday, June 4, 2013

The blob that ate Leesy's life

I dropped off the radar for a while again, I know.  I have been busy, but in very weird ways.  I don't even remember if I mentioned here in bloggy land about what happened right after the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival at the beginning of May, but basically I spent that whole Sunday walking around, got up the next morning to take a walk, and as I finished the walk I crouched down to pick up some dyeing lichen I saw lying in my next door neighbors' yard.  At that point I suddenly felt a burning pain in my leg which turned out once I went to the doctor two days later to be:
THE BLOB THAT ATE LEESY'S LIFE
Okay, it was a superficial venous thrombophlebitis.  In English, that means a medically non-significant blood clot and inflamed vein.  It's the kind of thing you get warned about if you're going to be sitting a lot on an airplane, except then they're more worried about the deep vein kind because that's the dangerous kind.  The thing is, I had been very active the weeks and especially the days leading up to it developing.  Plus I have been exhausted since then, and short of breath, and having fluttering feelings in my chest.  So since all my bloodwork came back pretty normal (you WISH you had my cholesterol readings), my MD set me up immediately for some cardiac testing--a Holter monitor and next a stress echocardiogram (which was going to be today but had to be rescheduled until Thursday).  So my leg is still lumpy (that pic above was taken today, a month after the blob first appeared), I have no energy, and generally I feel like I can't do anything.

But since being me I couldn't really do nothing (except of course when it comes to housework) I had to develop a new obsession.  Oh, yes, I'm still spinning and dyeing--

And I'm still baking
Sunday's bagels; we had run out of bread so baking was necessary, right?

But now I'm making CHEESE!  Mozzarella, yogurt cheese, feta, it's been a blast.  Okay, the ricotta was a bust, but I didn't know what I was going to do with that anyhow and it was just an attempt to use the leftover whey from the second batch of mozzarella.  And here is about half the mozzarella, turned into pizza Margherita and white pizza today.  
Yes, I couldn't resist eating some before I snapped the photo

I figure, hey, fresh whole local organic milk in an amount to make 1 lb of fresh mozzarella costs pretty much the same amount of money as 8 oz of kosher store-bought mozzarella (it costs more if you want cholov Yisroel, but we don't), and we eat so much mozzarella that even the cost of the kosher rennet and the citric acid needed are made up the first week.  Now I want to get a cheese press to be able to make pressed, long-cured cheeses!

So I hope to get back to speed once my leg and my general health get back to speed themselves.  My knitting and spinning are just really in slow motion.  But at least I have my bread machine and local stores which sell fresh cow and goat milks and my bottle of rennet in the fridge, so what little energy I have can be channeled to something.  Just not to house keeping, sadly.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Fleece Washing Day

It's raining out, I've hurt my leg and can't drive (beyond the critical MD visits etc) or spin, I've combed all of the fleece I had been spinning when I left off at the end of last week before hurting myself, so the best thing to do is start washing the fleeces I bought at MDSW this weekend.

Starting off with a small (3.5) very well-skirted, fairly short but gorgeous white Border Leicester fleece.  Here is the sales slip with all the details (okay, you really don't care but for me to include this is a major step towards actually keeping track of what I have from whom! and in this case it actually matters, according to this the shepherd is an unlisted MSBA member, so if I were to make something from this and choose to enter it at next year's MDSW skein & garment competition, it counts as Maryland wool, which has special awards and categories, but ONLY if I have kept a record for myself that it is indeed Maryland wool).

And here is step one (after some basic picking-over and double-checking):  soaking to get out all the suint (sheep sweat) and mud:

Yes, it's a bunch of wool in tepid water in a utility sink.  But to some of us it's magic.

Okay, a few hours later I came back and drained the filthy water out.  Then I refilled the tub (this fleece was very well behaved, I was able to just shove it to the far side from the tap) with water as hot as I can run it.  If I were washing a fine wool fleece, more prone to felting and more full of lanolin, I wouldn't do this and I would also add even hotter water from my coffee urn to bring the temp up higher than the 120F my water heater is set at.  I add Unicorn Power Scour (or if I'm out of that, blue original Dawn dish soap).
Filling the sink with the hot water
Added the scouring agent

Can you see how red my hand is from the hot water?  Smarter fleece scourers use rubber gloves...

If you find stained sections (I don't know if you can see the green in these, probably left over from breeding marking) or areas that are still just filthy or discolored or damaged, just pick them out and discard them.



Close up
After a few minutes, it's time to move the fleece aside and drain it well again.  Don't let it sit in the water cooling, the lanolin will just re-deposit on the wool.  Refill the tub immediately again with hot water for a rinse; I add 1/4 C vinegar as I find it really improves the hand and removes any residual stickiness or gumminess.  I didn't bother taking another photo at that point because it would just be again a sink full of fleece in water, though.  
I let this sit and cool completely for a few hours, to room temperature.  

Next, I drained it all out and then put it in the washer on "spin" only.  And now it's drying:

A little VM still there but essentially clean!

Monday, May 6, 2013

The Sheepiest Day(s) of the Year

This was the first full weekend in May which means it was MARYLAND SHEEP AND WOOL FESTIVAL, sponsored as always by the Maryland Sheep Breeders' Association.

This year brought the most glorious possible weather; sunny and pleasantly cool.

So I started the day with a 5:30 AM alarm.  Got up, ran to Krispy Kreme for mini donuts, came home for breakfast, headed out the door with the donuts and two cups of coffee plus two friends for the drive up to the Howard County Fairgrounds in West Friendship, right up Rte 97 from our house.  The coffee and donuts weren't from me, they Tom Coughlin.  Susan and Tom own the wonderful Coughlin's Homespun Yarns company and more than that they were doing me a huge favor; Susan had agreed to meet up on my behalf with some women who were driving an antique spinning wheel I had bought from upstate New York to the festival, but who weren't arriving until too late Friday for me to comfortably meet them.  Not only that, but then despite the chaos and business of MDSW vending, Susan and Tom held the wheel in their van until we arrived at 7:45.
It followed me home.  It's not livestock, so I am keeping it.
If you're wondering why I brought 2 cups of coffee and a box of donuts for Tom and not Susan, it's only because Susan doesn't drink coffee or eat donuts :)

So we picked up my wheel (thankfully I did have two friends with me already), took it back to the car (even more thankfully, we got an incredible parking space at the beginning of the first row, facing out!), headed back in finding another friend (Hi, Mary!) on the way in, and started looking and shopping.

And here's how I made out shopping wise.  First, Cotswold roving, yak from Wild Fibers, Fiber Optic purples Shetland top, Valkyrie 3 pitch Super Fine combs from Carolina Homespun, Poseidon sock kit from the Tsarina of Tsocks, MDSW cap, wool blend for spinning, Jacob fleece from Shiloh Manor, Border Leicester fleece, white alpaca, and two jars of honey from The Bee People (cranberry and hot pepper flower)!
And then (from top left, clockwise) a Spanish Peacock diz/wpi tool; some drive bands for double drive; some peppermint soap, and the best magnet ever:
 

And then there was the skein and garment show.  My alpaca/wool vest took a blue ribbon and a special award for best alpaca garment

My Forest Path stole won a second place red ribbon and a special award for best hand spun article

and two skeins won third place awards.  Two of my skeins which did NOT win awards received 95 and 92 points respectively, but I guess they were in incredibly hot categories to not win a ribbon but have such high scores.  I'm fine with that!

Overall, a great time and a mild sunburn was had by all I think.  I'm already counting the months to next year.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Give him an "A" for appalling

The principal of local Albert Einstein High School posted the following on the school website and apparently distributed the notice to families.  This is one of the most appalling, offensive, unprofessional, regressed, and generally inappropriate statements I have ever heard in modern public education.  He has removed it from the website after complaints, but has issued no apology and has stated to advocates that he fails to see what is wrong with what he wrote.  Screen shot is here as apparently the school did take it down.



We will have a new special needs program at Einstein next year called Extensions. The technical description of the Program is, “ … these students have moderate, severe, or profound intellectual disabilities, or multiple disabilities including intellectual disabilities and/or autism. These students have a prolonged history of aggressive, self-injurious, destructive, or disruptive behaviors that have not responded to functional and systematic behavioral interventions … .” 
Our current School Community Based Program is very similar except for the, “ aggressive, self-injurious … ” component. The Extensions Program is self-contained with the exception of their physical education class which is restricted to Extensions students only.  
I am aware that some are concerned about the aggressive nature of some of the kids in the Program. Extension students will come by special transportation, have two of their own classrooms and restrooms, eat lunch in their rooms and essentially be self-contained other than their phys. ed. class. 
Although it is sad that these students do not have the same capacity and abilities and be able to totally participate in Einstein life,  as the remainder of our student body, we will welcome them and their parents and guardians with open arms and gladly. There is no cause for alarm that any of the students not in the Program are in danger. This Program exists in other schools and is growing which is why we have been awarded and welcome its placement at Einstein. 
If you have any questions or concerns about the Program please contact me or Charmaine Roberts who is in charge of our special education program.  
Thanks,
Mr. Fernandez 

Friday, April 19, 2013

Plays well with others

That's what I'm calling the finished yarn from my last post's adventures:

Three-ply, 200 yards, 2.55 oz, 17 wpi, 1255 ypp.  It's a lightweight but bulked up DK weight yarn.  I'm thinking it would be perfect for knitting up Knitty's Knotty but Nice hat or something like that.  It's very soft, very lofty, and was a breeze to ply up.

I guess the rest of this Romeldale will need to be blended, maybe with more of this Rambouillet cross (I still have HOW MANY POUNDS of the Rambouillet x Targee x Polypay?).  It turns it from a nightmare of a fiber into a sweet night's dream.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

In which two wooly wrongs make a spinning right

It all started with a wonderful chocolate brown Romeldale fleece.  Well, when I say "wonderful," I mean it's incredibly crimped, phenomenally soft, and amazingly thick.  Thicker in fact than any Merino or Rambouillet I've ever handled.  So I washed it (couldn't get all the lanolin out no matter what I tried, but I got most of it).  Then I tried combing it and carding it.  Then I threw up my hands and gave up in disgust because the incredible crimp and fine fiber meant it was impossible to work with.

Fast forward to today, when I told myself "Self, you must clear out more of the fiber stash.  Get spinning."  At the top of the pile was the luscious chocolate Romeldale.  "Surely," said I to myself, "now that I'm so much more experienced a spinner and comber and so on, I'll have no problem!"

Yep, that's an attempt at combing it.  Pass after pass just made my elbows hurt and made the fiber start to noil (knot up on itself).  Worse yet, when I tried spinning the one precious ounce I'd managed to comb, I was miserable with the results.  It was uneven and knotty and wouldn't hold together.  When I tried to draft it at the thickness I wanted I just couldn't get it to cooperate.

So I dug out my Rambouillet X Targhee X Polypay fleece (I have 7 lbs of it, I might was well, right).  That one doesn't have to potential to give me so many fits, but it's very full of VM, and very, very disorganized.  One lock of each shown below in each photo...

Rambo X on the right uncombed; Romeldale on the left
The Romeldale in the center has been combed
Believe it or not, when combed out fully, the two fleeces have the same lock length.  That's right.  That tiny inch of Romeldale on the right combs out at rest to what you see in the center, but fully combed under tension it's as long as the Rambouillet cross is.

And this is what I got when I combed them together:

It spins as easy or easier than anything else I've ever worked with, hand prepped or mill provided.  It's gorgeous and even and does exactly what I tell it to do.

The only down side is that Adele tells me it looks like my grey hair.