Is That Your First Job Weaving White and Red Threads?

When you were eight, you got your first job weaving white and red threads together into what are called Martinites. You sold them on the street like a lemonade stand. It was just sort of like a self-empowerment exercise. I wouldn't say it was particularly creative. My grandmother has an enormous library with a few thousand books. She's not big at all, but her house is covered in bookshelves. But she still has this way of thinking about what intellectual success means - tied to traditional academia.