Tim Gunn's (TV's Fashion Police) eyes would roll back in his head and he would faint dead away...no doubt! Martha Stewart could not "fix" this outfit. Oh, I also have an ID bracelet with hot pink polka dots and my photo on it. Think of any Communist country, 1950's or so - the tribe in this country all look the same. Did you know that China uses capitalism to maintain its communism? Mmm...a future blog perhaps?
I do not understand the language, the culture, the economic system, the mores, the hierarchy or any of the card games in this country. AND, may I add, the card games are played endlessly. As I attempt to amalgamate myself into this society, I will explain what I learn. Let's start here with a few vocabulary words:
- Filthy - a new meaning for an old word. This one apparently does not mean dirty or grubby. That must be considered Old Speak. I observed the citizens of this new world watching a car commercial last night. The Arrest Me Red Mercedes Benz was proclaimed to be "filthy", an extraordinary compliment. Back in the day, I might have said the car was "bitchin" (cool and desirable). ..today...it's filthy!
- Rest your neck - Go take a nap! Used as a command, telling a troublesome tribe member to take a time-out.
- Stop talking out of the side of your neck - This is said to a tribe member who is publicly putting another member down. It is accompanied by a hand gesture, fingers flapping under the chin like a puppet.
As you can see, I have designated myself the Silent Witness and Chronicler for this foreign country and my new tribe and I am determined to report ALL that I learn.
Today I realized there is another layer of loss. This Jail (building) is sound proof. The freeway is less than 100 yards away and I was watching the morning traffic through a tiny slit of a window near my bunk. The "slit window" faces east. I saw an 18-wheel truck avoid an accident by locking its brakes. Smoke poured from the tires as the truck came to a stop. He missed the VW by a few feet - WHEW!! While watching this "movie", I was aware that I did NOT hear the sounds of traffic, the honking horns or the squealing tires. It was as though I was watching a silent film!
Jail, it seems, is a modified sensory deprivation "tank". This awareness of my sound proof world assaulted my heart...one more freedom taken away. The luxury of sound...one that I used to take for granted! As my mind started to spiral down, I heard my son speak to me. Before I was taken into custody, he said to me...
YES I CAN!
Brings a smile to my heart.
My cathedral waits.