I Was a Strange Child

Exhibit A

I had a four drawer filing cabinet in my bedroom during my teenage years. My grandpa subscribed to a few weekly news magazines, and when he had read them, he passed them along to me. I would scour each issue for interesting articles, which I would sometimes read but always tear out of the magazine putting it in its proper place, my own verticle file. I had a folder for beauty tips, relationship advice, and a slew of current events: the Iran-Contra affair, women’s rights, and education among them. This was before the internet, so information wasn’t as easy to access

This was before the internet, so information wasn’t as easy to access. However, I’m not sure I’m any less a hoarder of information now as I was then.

Quotation of the Day: Go Play

Happy Jumping Child by Chris Roll

Image courtesy of Chris Roll / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

“There’s a huge part of the advertising industry whichis designed to capture children. And it’s destroying childhood. Anyone who has any experience with children can see this. It’s literally destroying childhood. Kids don’t know how to play. They can’t go out and, you know,like when you were a kid or when I was a kid, you have a Saturday afternoon free. You go out to a field and you’re finding a bunch of other kids and play ball or something. You can’t do anything like that. It’s gotto be organized by adults, or else you’re at home with your gadgets, your video games. But the idea of going out just to play with all the creative challenge, those insights: that’s gone. And it’s done consciously to trap children from infancy and then to turn them into consumer addicts. And that means you’re out for yourself. You got the Ayn Rand kind of sociopathic behavior, which comes straight out of the consumer culture. Consumer culture means going out for myself; I don’tgive a damn about anyone else. I think it’s really destroying society in a lot of ways. And education is part of it.”

~Noam Chomsky

Click here for the full interview.

Quotation of the Day

“What you can do is often simply a matter of what you will do,”


~Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

My belief in this sentiment (excepting the few environmental or external factors that may genuinely constrain behavior such as war, extreme poverty or illness, for example) is one of the reasons I get so frustrated when people are unwilling to just do. Often, I hear people tell me “I could never give up meat,” or “I could never give up dairy.” I mentally shake my head and think, “Oh, yes, yes you could, yes, you can, and you would be so much better off.” Maybe next time, I should respond with Thomas Edison’s quote, “If we did all the things we are capable of, we would literally astound ourselves.”

Conversely, I’ve always believe that if I wanted to do something, I could do it. This is a photograph of my room when I was a teenager. Ignore the Jim McMahon and Chicago Bears paraphernalia. Instead, take a look at the green sign: Of course I can do it, the question is: do I want to? 

Bedroom Wall (1987)

What is it that you WANT to do, that you CAN do, that takes nothing less that you DECIDING to do it?

The Tivoli

TivoliThe Tivoli was the first movie theater I ever went to. I have vague recollections of Star Wars, but certainly remember my mother taking me and Johnna Cook to The Empire Strikes Back. Unfortunately, the movie was interrupted by frequent trips to the bathroom because I lost a baby tooth during the showing. When The Fox and the Hound was released, Ryan, Jeffrey, and I were taken to the Tivoli to see it; I spent the entire movie sobbing, leading to my renunciation of movies with animal characters.

Once the big Carmike Five by the interstate opened in the early 1980s, the Tivoli struggled to find its place. Discount movies played there for a time, then it was unused for many years. In the early 2000s, the last time I was in the building, Laura and I went there for a Jack Ingram concert.

The Ardmore Main Street authority owns the building, and a 2009 article in the local paper reported that it’s renovating the building.

Ardmoreite article