Woooo India!
After my day of overload (2 plant
visits, both of which included sensory overloads, triggering song
lyrics on the road between the recycling facility and the motorcycle
plant, being overtired, being hungry, and finding out that I wasn't
getting dinner until later than I would normally go to sleep, leading
to meltdown in the hotel room, which my roommate noticed :s) I wound
up telling the professor what was going on. I hadn't wanted to before
because I expect people to freak out when they hear ``Autism"
or ``Autistic Spectrum Disorder." Also, I'm in another country,
he's partially responsible for my well-being, and I didn't disclose
something that's KIND OF RELEVANT before departure. Plus he's the
first teacher I've ever told that I even might be autistic. (Yes, any
autistic spectrum disorder qualifies you for the term ``autistic.")
He was good about the part where I didn't tell him back in the US,
though, and he's been good about helping me not overload again.
Making sure that I actually get some time to myself every day, giving
enough warning about welders that I can avoid them, not freaking out
when camera flashes make me flinch, not pushing the issue if I say I
need to exit a situation, offering (but not forcing) exits when I
look overwhelmed, things like that.
Also, we haven't done two factory
visits in a day since then. That probably helps too. Tomorrow we'll
have two again, but the first is a knitting mill (AWESOME) and a
fairly short visit.
Anyways, India has been much better
since then, and it was good before then! The food is still awesome,
the heat is still not bothering me, and the (single) factory visit
yesterday was quite interesting. We went to a texttile factory, where
they started with raw cotton-ELEPHANT!!!!! (I'm writing this on the
bus to a spinning mill, and OMG I JUST SAW AN ELEPHANT). Anyways,
they started with raw cotton, sorted out the impurities, partially by
hand, partially by machine, carded it, spun it into thread, wove it,
and dyed it. It was really cool. I've done all of these things with
wool on a one-person scale, but watching it on the industrial scale
was awesome. They produce something like 3.6 million meters of cloth
every month at that plant! The raw cotton was kind of dirty, and
there were things like gum wrappers in it. I'm not sure how the gum
wrappers got there, but I saw one. After the impurities got sorted
out, it was much cleaner. It was also really soft. It felt kind of
like cotton balls. A machine made roving in extremely long pieces-
like, fill up a barrel with inch by half inch cross section roving in
one piece kind of long. It was insanely long. It really was.
Then it was semi-spun into slightly
twisted, thinner roving. I say semi-spun because it was twisted some,
and it took a bit more force to pull apart than it had before, but it
was pretty clearly not yarn. I could have spun much better yarn than
that. The next machine actually spun it into thread, and there is no
way I could have spun anything that thin, not for more than an inch
or two at a time, anyways. Another machine plied it, sort of, and
then yet another plied it for REAL. (I go with sort of because I
could have plied it better than the first machine. I'm not sure why
they spun and plied both in two steps each, but I assume the
engineers there have a reason. Manufacturing is not my area, and
after the factory visits, the only person who was even semi-hopeful
that it might become my thing agreed that I should stay far away from
it. (That would be the professor leading this trip.)
Then came the weaving. They had so set
up the warp by hand, which takes a while, but the threads are
extremely long, so they don't need to set it up quite as often. That
saves time. If it's yarn-dyed, like plaids generally are, they need
to make sure the threads of each color are in the right order. Then,
they put the roll with the weft onto the loom and start weaving. It's
pretty cool to watch, though quite loud. I covered my ears. Different
patterns of raising the bars with sets of weft threads attached made
different weaving patterns, and that was really cool to watch too.
Apparently the cards for these weaving patterns are part of where
Turing machines and then computers came from.
At the end of the visit, they gave each
of us a garment made in the factory. The guys got shirts, and the
girls got jackets. Because of my shoulders, I needed the biggest
size, but it did fit. (Three years on swim team gives you big
shoulders, and they don't go away that fast.)
And that's just the factory visit!
The day before that, we pretty much
spent on the bus between Delhi and Ludhiana (spelling?) We'd been
hoping to get to the Red Fort on the way, but we spent longer on the
road than we expected and that didn't happen. It would have been nice
to get to see it, though I'd probably have gotten in (joking) trouble
back home for not taking enough pictures. I never take enough
pictures, apparently. I'll take a few, but I'm not really a
photographer.
Before that, we went to the Taj Mahal
and a market. At the Taj Mahal, I did take some pictures. Not as many
as my classmates, but I did take pictures. The whole place is
symmetrical! They even built a whole replica mosque that no one uses
to keep the symmetry. Since I happen to think symmetry is awesome,
this was really cool. (If you don't believe that I like symmetry, go
look at my designs on cafepress. They mostly have 4 lines of symmetry
and 90-degree rotational symmetry about the center.) Anyways, the
Taj Mahal was very impressive. The marble inlays were beautiful, the
architecture was impressive, and it was generally winful. It should,
however, tell you something about how my brain works that I have more
overflowing stuff to say about the textile factory...
The market was also fun, though I was
tired by the time we got there. We'd left the hotel at 4am in order
to get to the Taj Mahal, and I'd been up since 2am since we'd been
told to meet at 3am in the lobby. (We- my roommate and I- were on
time. No one else was.) There were statues and scarves and clothes
and it was winful. I got two skirts for my mom, both pink. I also got
a scarf, and I'm not quite sure who it's for. I'm still looking for
the salwar kameez, both for a friend and myself. I've been told that
there is a lot of good, cheap clothing in this town, though, so with
any luck I can get that here. I'll probably also look for a sari for
myself.
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