Head Case
My original title for this post was going to be: Give me liberty or give me head.
I censored myself.
These are two of the six enormous plaster heads that our department owns. As we prepare to move before renovations on Brain Tumor Hall start, we have to figure out what to do with our heads.
Our leprous, heavy, fragile heads. Secretly, we want them to get broken during the move, so one possibility is slipping the minimum wage movers a tenner and saying, "Maybe these heads have an accident on their way to storage." Wink wink.
Legend has it that one of our heads helped to rescue a damaged sculpture at the Louvre. These heads have belonged to the department since the 1920's, and in the 1960's, during a student protest in Paris, several marble busts were damaged. Apparently, the only other copy of one of the busts was ours--a plaster replica custom made for one of our wealthy alumni. The Louvre sent a photographer and a plaster cast maker to make a cast of our head, in order to properly repair the damaged original. Maybe we'll try not to break that one.
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why do i have this urge to let my kids at them with their paints and brushes a la Plaster Kraze? :-p
And I never knew a tenner was an expression used in America. I thought it was just us Brits what used it. Sorry, it's Talk Like a British Person today and I keep wanting to slip into Cockney.
And that could have read better...