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For those of us who were ever kids:

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For those of us who were ever kids:

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Today would be a good day to take a moment, pause, and give thanks to whatever higher power you hold dear that your childhood was blessed by the man who was born 100 years ago today, one Theodor Geisel, A.K.A. Dr. Seuss.

Here's a bit from seuss.org about how he got started, which I had never known:
In May of 1954, Life published a report concerning illiteracy among school children. The report said, among other things, that children were having trouble to read because their books were boring. This inspired Geisel's publisher, and prompted him to send Geisel a list of 400 words he felt were important, asked him to cut the list to 250 words (the publishers idea of how many words at one time a first grader could absorb), and write a book. Nine months later, Geisel, using 220 of the words given to him published The Cat in the Hat, which went on to instant success.
And from there, well.

Thanks, Theodor.
  • Indeed
    I used to collect the books, a few years back I had to move to a smaller space so I gave them away to children. Seuss and Shell Silverstein's books were childhood favorites.


    I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees
  • We have Geisel Library here at UCSD and there is always a big celebration in front of it on March 2 for Ted Geisel's birthday. Since this year was the Seussentennial, there was a larger shindig than usual, including the USPS unveiling a Theodor Geisel stamp (which is really cool looking!) and the unveiling of a statue of Ted at his desk with the Cat in the Hat. It was really quite nifty.
  • And from there, it ultimately became a painfully bad fursuit movie, starring an actor who had reverted from his one moment of brilliance back to his usual fare. Meanwhile, it's easier to list the products Seuss's widow hasn't used her husband's work to shill. "I'm-a get PAID"
  • The schools where I worked today celebrated with a day devoted to reading. We illustrated poems in my class (Art). A good way to commemorate a great man, I think.

    When Christopher Milne died I left "Now We Are Six" on my answering machine for a week. Nobody got it.
  • I'm boycotting.

    Not to sound too glib, but I think he slowly killed his wife and married the tart next door that he was buggering while she was sick. He's off the list. His wife's suicide note breaks me and I think says more than any of his damn books.
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