Thursday, June 18, 2009

Debate

I was never interested in debate in school. We learned the format and engaged in one debate, the pet project of our junior year history teacher. But I always thought it was fruitless to cultivate the art of arguing both sides of an issue, and would lead to simply being good at arguing rather than having firm convictions. In college, I encountered my share of confidently argumentative students who merely reinforced my prejudice.

As far as I know, my husband was never into debate, either, but here in Qatar it has become his main extracurricular program with the university students. He trained as a judge with a visiting group from Oxford, acts as advisor to the Qatar University debate club, and gives presentations on the value of debate in English as a Second Language (ESL) teaching. This activity has made him increasingly busy, due to the enthusiasm of the students who learn to compete in debates – they’re even whisking him off to Turkey later this month for a training event.

The popularity of debate in Qatar comes partly from the monthly BBC World program Doha Debates, hosted by Tim Sebastian. Each month, a selected panel takes on a touchy topic relevant to the Muslim world, and the panelists debate each other and parry Sebastian’s sharp, devil’s-advocate jabs. The live audience, mostly of local students and young adults, participates in the discussion, and a vote is taken at the end to pass or fail the motion. (If you link, you’ll see that this motion passed.)

I was teaching knitting at the recreation center of the Qatar Foundation, the organizational sponsor of the debates, and encountered the above poster in the lobby. It made me think hard about what a significant freedom it is that such a poster can exist, prominently displayed in universities throughout Doha. Despite its message, it remains undefiled, and no one has gone around ripping them down. This is my answer to people who ask if living in a Muslim country is scary, or if Qatar is full of Islamic fundamentalists.

It also counteracts my old prejudice about debate. In this country, freedom of speech is valued, but there is still a tangible limit. Protests are not tolerated, and criticism of government is rarely heard, so local residents do not engage in activism. However, when given the opportunity to debate, they are allowed to express and articulate views that may not be otherwise considered acceptable. In the context of the debate, no one is politically blamed for what they say, and so these students can try on opinions for size and palatability, without threatening consequences.

Students also learn to examine all sides of an issue, and to see the point of view that might not naturally be their own. I had never realized how much “training” my own education gave me in this way of thinking, until I encountered cultures in which it’s less inherent. So I no longer think debate is dumb. I can see why my husband is actively promoting it, and I hope debate in Qatar will continue to grow and thrive, engendering important discussion and expanding minds.

Friday, May 29, 2009

In which I threaten to ruin my sewing machine with an excess of locks

It’s all Pluckyfluff’s fault.
I made a yarn about a year ago, inspired by a photo of the Fox Fur nebula.

Carded up some little batts on hand-carders, and spun the whole thing as a singles. Lots of locks in it – one of my first really lock-full yarns. It was way fun to spin.
When I finished, I particularly liked the twisty, convoluted energy of it, and wanted to maintain that. I knew it shouldn’t be knit.

Then recently, I saw that brilliant sewing idea of Lexi’s, and it lodged in my head.
Does this look like a good idea? I think if the sewing machine could talk, it would say NO.

But it started to look cool, after a bit of wrangling. I like to see the progression of the yarn as it was spun, with each inch of each strand equally visible.
Here’s the set-up. A swift is off to the left, controlling the skein. Wrapping around the book makes the width (roughly) uniform.
At this point, I am VERY happy with it.


Technically, it could be improved. There are weaknesses in the sewing. And I have to make it up to my machine, somehow. Before I start another one, heh.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Desert Rhythms


There’s a sameness to color here in Doha. Buildings are made in the colors of dust, and then become covered in dust. The sandy landscape dictates and overrules aesthetic choices.

But within this limited palette, rhythmic repetition of shapes creates a pulse.




The sparse lines and muted color evoke calm, as on my rooftop after a rainstorm.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Handquilting

Handquilting is quite a privilege. I could not do it if my fingers weren’t nimble, my eyes strong, and my time relatively flexible. Or if I had not met quilting mentors who showed me how to rock the needle, how to keep the fabric slightly loose in the frame, how to make the shell pattern.

So it’s a celebration of knowledge and skill, and I aim to keep it alive in me.

People say strange things sometimes, about how much I “must really love” whomever the quilt is for. They don’t realize that it’s ultimately for me. Even though I do love my quilts’ recipients, I am handquilting for love of the work, and for the sake of retaining this.


The stitches meander like thoughts across the fabric patches, and my mind and hands are brought together, focused on the message and story of this quilt.


Friday, April 17, 2009

Railways



The trains in and around Bombay are so great.
Before the terrorist attacks in CST (aka VT) and Slumdog Millionaire brought these scenes to global attention, I was enthralled with trains and train stations. I've ridden Indian trains a lot, and lately keep wishing I had my video camera.

The movement, the blur of the outside world passing, the claq-kuk, claq-kuk of metal wheels on steel rails....

The various chaiwallas and paniwallas and food vendors' voices, like birdcalls - mungphalimungphalimungphaleeeeeah.....
The bluster of open windows and strenuous fans on hot days, and the persistent smell of engine grease, mingled with bodies and hair oil....
It's a moving world that is always changing, always similar, and never fails to fascinate me, though I arrive hot, windblown, covered with a layer of grime.

(click on photos to see them larger)

Sunday, April 12, 2009

India is full of such pedestrian beauty.

































These images are from Bombay and Igatpuri.

Sunday, January 13, 2008