Confessions of a Giant Disembodied Talking Head

Ever since I was a kid, and saw Charlie Chaplin’s Modern Times, I’ve wanted to be a Giant Disembodied Talking Head. 

MODERN TIMES. 1936. Charlie Chaplin with Giant Disembodied Talking Head.

Chaplin’s movie inspired me to be either a Giant Disembodied Talking Head, or a Little Tramp. The Giant Disembodied Talking Head seemed a better choice. I finally got my wish this past week when I Skyped with a really bright bunch of sixth-graders, who had some excellent questions and really seemed to have enjoyed What We Found in the Sofa. I was in New York, they were in Indiana. My face got projected on the wall of their school library and, for some reason, it didn’t occur to me to open with “Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you’re my only hope.” 

I’m hoping there will be other opportunities.

INDIANA. 2014. Sixth-graders with Giant Disembodied Talking Head. Chaplin pretty well nailed it.