First, Pluto got a demotion. Then, surfing the FM dial, I heard a Styx song on the oldies station. And just yesterday, park-side, a nanny chided me: “Star fish? No, kids call those sea stars nowadays.” Oh, really?
Denial worked for a while, but honesty’s time had come. “Okay,” I said to myself, “admit it. Once, you were a cool dude, but he got eaten by your inner dinosaur. Now, go roar, or something.”
Lumbering homeward with my sons, doubt swirled about my tiny Stegosaurus brain. I quite liked my Jurassic bubble of backwardness, but was I raising my brood in it, too?
As we strolled down the sidewalk, we happened upon a stray green crayon. My kids still doodled with the familiar hues of my youth, but did other children? Or had they ditched that stupid stuff for a new-and-improved, perceptually-optimized, ISO-12647-2-compliant wax-based coloring system?
Us Stegosauri can’t type, unless we have something pointy attached to our feet. That evening, thankfully, my boys duct-taped a couple of pencils to my toes, and thus equipped, I hunted-and-pecked across the Internet Dot Com and eventually landed on the web site of Crayola, the undisputed King Of Crayons.
Crayola’s crayon chronology tracks their standard box, from its humble eight color beginnings in 1903 to the present day’s 120-count lineup. According to Crayola, of the precious crayons of my childhood – the seventy-two colors from the official 1975 set – sixty-one survive. Today, each is loved to nubs by kids worldwide, just like when I was a sprout. Woohoo! Maybe I’m slightly less ancient than a dinosaur – a woolly mammoth, perhaps?
The next day, I gave my buddy Velociraptor a ding-a-ling, and true to form, he yakked his hyperactive yakkage – until I mentioned the crayons. Five quick claw taps rang out from the phone, then silence, a hiss of “check your email,” and click! The line went dead. Good ol’ Velo’s sharp as a tack, but he’s also that way, if you know what I mean.
Three minutes passed, and “bing!” Oh, a message from
firstname.lastname@example.org, let’s see… with an image attached, labeled Crayola Color Chart, 1903-2010:
To create the chart, Velo gently scraped Wikipedia’s list of Crayola colors, corrected a few hues, and added the standard 16-count School Crayon box available in 1935.
Except for the dayglow-ski-jacket-inspired burst of neon magentas at the end of the ’80s, the official color set has remained remarkably faithful to its roots!
Ever industrious, Velo also calculated the average growth rate: 2.56% annually. For maximum understandability, he reformulated it as “Crayola’s Law,” which states:
The number of colors doubles every 28 years!
If the Law holds true, Crayola’s gonna need a bigger box, because by the year 2050, there’ll be 330 different crayons! Shortly thereafter, frazzled packaging designers rejoice, for to the rescue comes a revolution in household appliances: the new-fangled Replicator-Dissociator! Load it with the Crayola plugin, and you’re seconds away from every shade in the rainbow – no boxes required!
At the dinner table in 2100 AD, great-great-grandson John might ask: “Hal, could you use this leftover broccoli to make five crayons, spaced evenly between Pantone 205 and hex f8b3a2, inclusive, please?”
To which Hal will reply: “Most certainly, John, I can do that. Would you like a dinosaur coloring book, too?”
This is a great graphic! Says a lot about the evolution of color and art.