Showing posts with label giant head. Show all posts
Showing posts with label giant head. Show all posts

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Giganticus Headicus: Why the Long Face?

My brother and I are Yugoslavian twins.  It's kind of like Irish (ravaged by civil unrest and ideologically divided) twins but born a little further apart (less than two years).  When we were young we couldn't go anywhere without people mistaking us for carbon copies of one another; yes, the word "twins" oft escaped the lips of these presumptuous people but behind their eyes I could see the same nagging thought, "obviously fraternal."

As the alpha twin, it is easy for me to recognize that there are a certain amount of similar features shared by all the children in my family - the most striking of these, perhaps, being our large heads.  My brother's head, however, was always especially giant.  Luckily, at this point in his life he has grown into it, but as a child he developed the dubious nickname, "Lemonhead."

Depending on the haircut he was sporting, my brother
could've easily been the model for the candy mascot.
(Source)

A recent adventure weekend landed us quite literally face-to-face with a rare specimen that left my brother's head looking, well...average.  

"Giganticus Headicus"

Giganticus Headicus is an enormous, green, cranial statue fashioned very much in the Easter Island tradition (chicken wire, cement, and green paint) that stands sentry along old Route 66 at Antares Point in Kingman, Arizona.  Standing in this mock-Moai's presence is very humbling - especially for folks whose already-oversized heads are further swollen with the pride of winning "big head" contests.

The wacky tacky adventure team - Mary, Jesse, Emily, Cynthia,
Nick, and Mr. Tiny (the last two being possible descendants
of Giganticus Headicus).

In the forecourt of the Kozy Korner Trailer Park, Giganticus Headicus reminds us exactly why we love road trips and exactly why we love the desert.  The desert's sweeping vistas and broad expanses offer a seemingly-endless landscape in which one can not only explore but create wacky tacky!

Mary and Jesse go in for the pick as Mr. Tiny basks in both the desert sun
and the knowledge that there are heads in existence that are blissfully
bigger than his own...and old Lemonhead's.

A product of Gregg Arnold's own head (figuratively speaking, of course), Giganticus Headicus is the tiki-themed centerpiece to a greater roadside experience.  Just one part of a large installation of desert art and roadside novelties, Giganticus Headicus is the reason to stop; the rare sight of Baby Rattlers is the reason to stay!

CAUTION!!!
Babies can be more dangerous than adults!

(Insert rim shot or sad trombone here) wah-wah...

If you find yourself along Route 66 in need of some kicks, be sure to stop by and compare noggins with old Giganticus Headicus - you'll feel positively puny!


Giganticus Headicus
Antares Point on Route 66
Walapai, AZ


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Sunday, October 2, 2011

What, Me Wordy?

My brother says my posts are too long.  This may or may not be the first time I have been accused of being verbose.  Indeed, I endured a long period of adjustment in a college journalism class; why say it in five words if I could say it one hundred?  Why answer the five W's in a succinct manner when it is so easy to meander into a well-intentioned treatise on mariachi music?

Well, to prove to my brother, myself, and the world, that brevity is truly the soul of my wit, I just want to share some photo-booth photos taken at a friend's recent wedding.  Firstly, they are the only pictures of me taken in the last 20 years that I actually like.  Secondly, from here on out I'm not sure that couples will be allowed to refer to their nuptials as a "wedding" unless a mariachi band is involved.  I LOVE mariachi music and the aforementioned wedding was underscored by one of the best mariachi bands I have ever heard.  The trumpeter/vocalist had a voice worthy of La Scala.  The echo of the string instruments across the traditional, stained glass-laden, heavily-mosaicked Catholic church gave me goosebumps.  The combination of religious and secular music - including a cover of Perry Como's "It's Impossible" - truly knocked my socks off.  Oh, right...brevity....


The funniest part of these photos came when we took them to our table and compared them with the photos of other guests; their photos appeared to be in full color while ours appeared slightly-aged and barely tinted.  I was convinced that the photographer saw us and immediately switched the dial to the "old-timey" setting.  As it turns out that was not the case.  Apparently, our faces are so big, so white, and so close to the flash that the color got washed out!  Nevertheless, I actually like the way they turned out.  Note to self: get a tan.


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny