"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Federico Calboli
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Blog stumbling
Here's an interesting bit our regular readers will enjoy.
Of course, you regular readers may have found this already.
I have a collection of plastic toy critters that would put this guy to shame--virtually every "niche" in my house is occupied by a plethora of artificial genetic diversity, some arranged in realistic predator/prey "DIE-oramas"! If my home remains preserved in this state, archaeologists are going to have a field day when they dig it up several thousand years from now. Which begs the question, is my collecting such "toys" a geeky, immature quirk, or possibly a deep seated instinct that has attracted our species to figurines and fetishes since Cro-Magnons were carving them out of ivory? My plastic critters do make me feel as if something of the spirit of all of them are abiding with me in my lair....L.B.
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Moro-- did you see yourself in Comments?
I have a collection of plastic toy critters that would put this guy to shame--virtually every "niche" in my house is occupied by a plethora of artificial genetic diversity, some arranged in realistic predator/prey "DIE-oramas"! If my home remains preserved in this state, archaeologists are going to have a field day when they dig it up several thousand years from now. Which begs the question, is my collecting such "toys" a geeky, immature quirk, or possibly a deep seated instinct that has attracted our species to figurines and fetishes since Cro-Magnons were carving them out of ivory? My plastic critters do make me feel as if something of the spirit of all of them are abiding with me in my lair....L.B.
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