In other news:Here's just some thinking, because sometimes it just has to be done. (Can we get an Amen?) [AMEN!] Thank you, Cecil. I have been thinking about Art lately. Garfunkel, you ask? No. Linkletter? Not particularly. I mean like expression. Museums. Art. Sometimes when you go into a museum there's a display where a yellow chair is hanging out behind a velvet rope pole and there's a popcorn kernel on the floor by the back left leg of the chair. There's a plaque next to it that reads "Lonely Screening" and the name "Hershey P. Flugerniffen" is nicely italicized below it. Now, I'm not going to argue the validity of Mr. Flugerniffen's artwork. What I am curious about, however, is who one would go to to say "this wadded up kleenex with kool-aid on it should go into a museum." I mean, seriously. If I could make some money off of my old shoes stapled to a board, than sign me up! Just tell me where to go! I can paint a blue box on a yellow canvas! I can bend a fork around a wooden spoon! I am an artist, too!
On the same track, what about these books we purchase for our toddlers today? 6 pages long. Text reads: Look at the firetruck; VROOM!; See it race to the fire.; WWEEEEEEEIIIIWWWWW!!!!; Oh no, Billy! Don't get wet!; Thanks Mr. Fireman!
Seriously! I could SO be a children's author. Especially because I'd like my children to grow up illiterate by wasting their 5 year old time on that crap.
Once I did a connect-the-dot that had 450 numbers in it, and also the letters of the alphabet. It turned out to be an owl. Not that's art.
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Amen! I think its about time our children stories have multiple, interweaving plot lines. Perhaps we should sprinkle some Spanish, German, and Japanese in for their own good. I expect my kids to be reading Dickens by around the age of 7, so there will be no time for See Spot Run. :)
Ahhh, and yes - I almost added an addendum to say that I was stealing thoughts from the Screwtape Letters. Good eye!
I think books like Anne of Green Gables, Little House on the Prairie, The Secret Garden, and Tom Sawyer were written to be read by 9 and 10 year old children. And that's how old I was when I read them. Why is it that 9 and 10 year old children are struggling through Amelia Bedelia books now? I mean, I'm not saying they have to be classics, but kids need to be reading.
I honestly have never been interested in picking them up, but thank goodness for books like Harry Potter getting young kids reading substancial literature again!
I agree! Where else will kids learn about the importance of a good calico dress, whitewashing a fence for punishment, or redheads who have a vocabulary larger than most incoming college freshman? Spongebob? I don't think so!
Perhaps the problem is we let our kids watch too much TV and play too many X-Box games. When I was a kid I was limited to 30 minutes of television (usually Jeopardy) until our TV blew up and was no more. So thus my only option was to read about literary spiders saving pigs' lives. I would have to say my childhood was all the better for it.
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