WoooHooooooo! New National Geographic in the mailbox today!
BooooooHooooooooo! Gotta get my butt working on stuff for the Glass Galore show in St. Louis on Saturday.
That means I don't get to rip open the plastic and devour the NG until next week. When I was a kid, I rarely saw a National Geographic until we got a bunch of them from Grandpa and Grandma's attic. I don't even remember why we ended up with them, whether Grandpa had subscribed to that many years or whether they were a flea market find, or whatever happened to them. What I do remember is that it was like a dream to have yellow stacks of magazines that shrunk the world before any of us had ever dreamed of the world wide web. It was an adventure to grab one of those and see where it took me through print and pictures.
There must be something subliminal about the design of the Geographic, because my kids react the same way to the stack of them on the headboard of the waterbed. The pictures tell so many stories on their own, and then to hear the written words is to really hear the stories come to life.
I can't wait to read about the face on this issue. Look at that. Wonder who reconstructed that? Wonder who found the fragments of skull that began the search for that face? Wonder what the brain inside that skull could fathom? Wonder if he or she would be amused by the Geico commercials?
Wonder what he or she would think about us? Do we dress funny? Is our food weird? Why don't we live in caves anymore? What is this wasting fire to melt glass instead of roast food?
Yep, I need to get to work! The sculpture in the pic just seemed to suit the caveman. Simple, yet powerful. Hmmm, better go say the magic words that make the fire appear, better melt some glass. . .