Blog: Life in General
In the great green room, there was a telephone. And a red balloon, and a picture of the cow jumping over the moon.
Tied with “Where the Wild Things Are,” I find “Goodnight Moon” to be one of the greatest children’s books of all time.
I love these books for the way their words sing and their pages dance with simple, yet interesting pictures. In “Goodnight Moon,” the contrast between black and white pages for single objects — like the comb, the brush and the bowl full of mush — and bright colors on pages that show the bedroom with all objects in view is a brilliant tactic for catching children’s attention.
Yes, that is the term for a group of baboons. You know, like a “sneak of weasels,” “colony of vultures,” “mischief of rats,” or, perhaps my favorite, “a culture of bacteria.”
My daughter laughed as she read “Congress of Baboons” in a book she purchased just a few hours after touring the US Capitol this past Tuesday. It was funny, but it’s also sad.
I love Maurice Sendak’s Where The Wild Things Are. It was one of the first books to unnerve me as a child. When the monsters “roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws,” I was chilled. The moral of the story was obscured by my fear. Are those monsters hiding in MY closet?
The 75th Masters Golf Tournament gets underway today, and many eyes will be on Japan’s 19 year old Ryo Ishikawa. A golf prodigy (He won his first pro tournament at age 15 and is the youngest golfer ever to reach the top 50 of the Official World Golf Rankings), and a household name in his home country, Ishikawa is not your ordinary teenage sports superstar. With expected earnings of over 2 million dollars in 2011, he has pledged to donate it all to Japan’s earthquake relief.
I looked it up. It’s called pareidolia. Basically, it’s the mind’s tendency to see faces in inanimate objects. I see them everywhere, and apparently, many other people do too. On burnt toast, the grills of cars, in natural rock formations, the moon, even in photographs from the surface of the planet Mars. Of course, the Mars face is a monument left by our extraterrestrial human ancestors before they fled their dying planet to colonize earth, so it doesn’t count.