Sunday, October 24, 2010
Through out the time we were raising our daughter Amelia we used to play some sorting type games with her. They were also, underneath, thinking games, and I think at twenty-nine now she would say they have served her well. Here are a couple of them:
Kitch, Klassic or Krap (and yes, they're spelled that way on purpose)
Pick an item, could be nearly any item, and name if it's Kitch, Klassic or Krap.
Pink lawn flamingo - Kitch
Black Converse high tops with white rubber toe caps - Klassic
Those "temporary" ad signs with the big light up arrows and cheesey slogans - Krap
Beaded Spacecraft sculpture, from Etsy's space craft competition - Klassic Kitch? Definately Kool, though. I know, subjective. That's kinda the point, which brings us to -
Obviously, this is a subjective game. It is however one that helps define to us the mind set of the person we're playing with. Hmmm, that might make it a good early-days in a relationship game.
Feel free to steal it for that. I have.
Here's another one. We call this one Insipid or Insidious , and it works better for ideas, strategies, group habbits, etc. Bear in mind some things may be partially or wholly both.
"elevator music" - insipid
consumer or voter manipulation based on fear or guilt - insidious
Most televangelist presentations - ooooh, I'm thinking both.
You can play these two games on your own, silently in your head, and then make people wonder what you're grinning or shaking your head about.
Another game I liked to play with Amelia was Name That Guitar, but unfortunately most music t.v. channels have long since ceased showing enough music videos to keep the game going conveniently. (and I realize that for our purposes here it's maybe too esoteric - ya kinda gotta be a guitar geek to care) Still, I wanted my daughter to be able to tell the difference between a Gibson S-G and a Fender Strat for example. Just a family pride thing I guess.
Ok, how about this one?
Maybe not fair, that's a Fender Jag-stang, the illustrious offspring of a Fender Jaguar and Fender Mustang.
Pardon, I digress.