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I don't have to work again until Sunday so I have more free time than usual this week. Therefore, I resolved to turn off the worthless television and read some intriguing books (I also resolved to never watch tv again unless it is something actually interesting and worth watching). I read Side Effects by Woody Allen yesterday and I enjoyed it very much. Today I am reading All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten by Robert Fulghum. I am enjoying this one very much as well. I just read this part about crayons that I thought would be interesting to put on here because I think it's completely true. It makes me want to draw a picture with crayons. Not a really fancy one or anything, more like the ugly but meaningful kind. The kind of pictures only kids under the age of 10 can make.
"Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A Beauty Bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air--explode softly--and send thousands, millions, of little parachuted into the air. Floating down to earth--boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either--not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.
Guess that sounds absurd, doesn't it? A bit dumb. Crazy and silly and weird. But I was reading in the paper today how much money the Russians and our Congress just set aside for weapons. And I think about what those weapons will do. And I'm not confused about what's weird and silly and crazy and absurd. And I'm not confused about the lack of, or the need for, imagination in low or high places. Pass the crayons, please."