2 5-3s and no 6-3

[fflo]

My recently-acquired swanky set of bones---like these:


---turned out (upon play this past weekend) to have a duplicate of one domino and none of another. Wouldn't matter if these were for standing up and knocking over, but they're not. Hoping to get it ironed out soon. In the meantime I do have other sets, including my fave red bakelites with white pips.

Good time with Legos and Ginger and rockets and keyboard and peteralway last night. Grown-ups who like to play are a blessing, when they come along.

I still don't understand, on some fundamental level, why fun isn't the shared value it was for most of us in childhood. What happens? Fun was an end in itself. Still seems to me that it should be, but I don't think most of my acquaintanceship shares that notion. Or maybe the definition of what's fun narrows, or is infringed upon by Experience, or tyrant Taste?

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[peteralway.livejournal.com]

The tyrant known as Taste strikes me as a likely suspect. For isntance, I learned about what music sucks in college, and have had to work hard to unlearn that.

Also, it seems that there is a tendency for our culture to relegate creative activities either to children or specialists. I've often been annoyed that travel writers will tell you that a science or space museum is great for the kids, while the art museum will be interesting for adults. That division is another pet peeve of mine, but the next division address te pet peeve at hand: Tha art museum recommended for adults might have a special event where visitors can make stuff, but that special event would be specified as a children's event. Now adults *are* allowed to be creative, but they have to be recognized as especially talented to do so in public.

What I admire about the FIlk community is taht it is a place where adults can get together and be creative, and if they aren't the greatest, that's fine.

There just aren't many places where an adult can get together with other adults and invent.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am totally with you in this gripe. Though it's not one that's been prominent in my consciousness in an articulated way.

Learning taste in college reminds me of "cool"---my but I was aware in those days of there being a good list and a bad list that way. The connotations of a childlike pleasure were no less ignominious (or not much) than a childish one.

[madush69.livejournal.com]

This reminds me of how much I enjoyed "Pooh's Heffalump Movie," but Joey refused to see it because he's at an age where it's not cool to like Pooh.