Sunday, November 19, 2006
My name is Philocrites and I love LEGO.
If Christine, Sean, and Enrique are bravely going to step forward and confess to their dorky love of video games, it's only fair that I acknowledge my abiding love of LEGOs. (I must dutifully note that the company insists they are LEGO® bricks, not "Legos." Whatever.) Here's my new alter-ego, Phil the Train Engineer, and his engine. A striking likeness, no?
My love of the bright plastic building blocks is nothing even remotely like the passion that leads to Amy Hughes's Abston Church of Christ, Holger Matthes's Frauenkirche Dresden, or Christopher Doyle's Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster — to say nothing of Brendan Powell Smith's Brick Testament — but that may only be due to the fact that I don't have the disposable income or the floorspace that they have. (A LEGO King's Chapel or Unity Temple would be so cool . . .)
When Mrs Philocrites asked if I had ever thought about a LEGO train, I confessed that I had avoided it because it's sometimes best not to let a cat out of the bag, what with all the opportunities for expansion and new sets and so on. But, thanks to a coordinated birthday extravaganza with the in-laws, that cat is out of the bag. I'm already pondering a Star Wars mash-up: What would a train on Tatooine look like? Hmm.
One reason I find LEGO so gratifying right now is that it involves no computers and no words — a true reprieve from my occupation and its hazards. Ah, the weekend! I'm unlikely to write much about this diversion here, but you may find a LEGO creation or two popping up in my Flickr photostream.
Copyright © 2006 by Philocrites | Posted 19 November 2006 at 11:20 AM