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The Magic Carpet is My Favorite Rug

Posted on by D F

As far as I’m concerned, it will never even be up for debate.

It won’t be two-hundred-year-old oriental rugs. It won’t be hand-stitched Persian Rugs. It won’t be hand knotted rugs, silk area rugs, or even a gorgeous brand-new vegetable dye rug.

No, no, no… as far as I’m concerned, my favorite rug will forever and always be The Magic Carpet for Disney’s 1992 film Aladdin.

I mean, how cool was that guy (thing?)? First appears in the “Cave of Wonders,” which is a pretty cool name for a place to hang out in. then, without even knowing Aladdin (or his grumpy and territorial monkey, Abu) he risks himself to save them both when the cave begins to collapse.

He clearly has some history with the Genie, a character be beats at the game of chess later on. And I mean, come on…an omnipotent, magical, wish-granting supreme being was defeated by “the rug man,” as he jokingly address’ him. Gotta give some props for that.

However, what I’ll always remember is how an animated character with ZERO lines and no face was able to seem so human just through “body” language. It’s the first animated character I can remember that was created solely with Computer Generated Imagery, and for that reason alone it will always be my favorite rug, fictional or not.

Area Rugs Can Be For Catnaps

Posted on by D F

I remember as a child my father would come exhausted and lie on the area rugs for ten or fifteen minutes. He’d tell me to wake him up and I’d crawl on his belly, or through his snore, pick up an eyelid and watch his hazel eye roll backwards into the socket. He’d whisper still half-asleep, five more minutes, and I’d say “No Dad. Now!” I couldn’t understand why he liked to sleep on the silk Persian rugs.

Now I can. For one, it doesn’t matter where you sleep when you’re really tired. For two, sleeping on hand knotted area rugs ain’t half bad. When you walk into the living room and you feel silk fibers between your toes it makes you want to curl into a ball and close your eyes.For three, those rich colors envelop you and make you feel like you’re home. It’s like an oriental den. Kind of.

So now I’m really sleepy. I stayed out late last night, doing who knows what. First thing I do when I get home is take after the old man: lie down on the area rugs and hit the hay. I just wish I had someone to wake me up.