Thursday, March 31
I spotted a book entitled Babar's Yoga for Elephants in the children's section of the campus bookstore today. Let's just let that title sink in for sec.
Not that there's anything wrong with that, but...well, huh. Babar? Yoga? He was so much more enjoyable back when he was a charmingly benign projection of the French colonial mission civilatrice into kiddie-land.
On the other hand, it's surely more wholesome material than the bizarrely psychadelic kid's picture book on John Lennon that Emily and I paged through the other evening at Barnes and Noble. That one was just...well, it's everything one would imagine it would be. Extremely trippy. Give me Goodnight Moon or give me death.
Not that there's anything wrong with that, but...well, huh. Babar? Yoga? He was so much more enjoyable back when he was a charmingly benign projection of the French colonial mission civilatrice into kiddie-land.
On the other hand, it's surely more wholesome material than the bizarrely psychadelic kid's picture book on John Lennon that Emily and I paged through the other evening at Barnes and Noble. That one was just...well, it's everything one would imagine it would be. Extremely trippy. Give me Goodnight Moon or give me death.
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