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Nov. 14th, 2008 06:59 pmToday I walked over to the Transalta Arts barns to check out Stop n Shop, a showcase of local designers and crafters. I was generally impressed with the quality of the goods which included bags, jewellery, t-shirts, accessories, clothes etc. There are some great designers in town, and the prices seemed very reasonable. Since I went during the day, there were a lot of young moms with strollers in attendance.
I ended up buying myself a lovely brown thermal shirt covered with dragonflies. Very cute and cozy.
Today I stopped in at Chapters and ended up picking up a few discount items. I ended up having a great conversation with a dude in front of the poetry section. The man in question had a wonderful, lilting African accent. He said, "Where's Shakespeare?" and I pointed him to some sonnets, and we started talking about writing and classical poetry and he said, "Most people don't like poetry because it is forced onto them. You can't force it onto someone. They have to learn about it slowly, learn to like it like wine. It's like a cigarette. You don't give a cigarette to a baby and expect it to smoke."
We talked for a while longer, and then ended up in line together and he told me to read some DH Lawrence because it was saucy. "Or at least it used to be saucy back then," he said. "You've read Lady Chatterley and how he touches Lady Chatterley's arm. Now any girl will let you touch her arm. But not back then..." (sigh) When I left, he said, "Good luck to you."
I ended up buying myself a lovely brown thermal shirt covered with dragonflies. Very cute and cozy.
Today I stopped in at Chapters and ended up picking up a few discount items. I ended up having a great conversation with a dude in front of the poetry section. The man in question had a wonderful, lilting African accent. He said, "Where's Shakespeare?" and I pointed him to some sonnets, and we started talking about writing and classical poetry and he said, "Most people don't like poetry because it is forced onto them. You can't force it onto someone. They have to learn about it slowly, learn to like it like wine. It's like a cigarette. You don't give a cigarette to a baby and expect it to smoke."
We talked for a while longer, and then ended up in line together and he told me to read some DH Lawrence because it was saucy. "Or at least it used to be saucy back then," he said. "You've read Lady Chatterley and how he touches Lady Chatterley's arm. Now any girl will let you touch her arm. But not back then..." (sigh) When I left, he said, "Good luck to you."
