I’ll admit, I’ve been pretty lazy about this blogging gig lately. Let’s see if I remember how to do this…
Chenango County Blues Fest begins Friday night at the county fairgrounds. Even if blues isn’t really your thing, the annual music festival – with a total nine performance and more than 30 vendors this year – promises to be a great way to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon. A fun day at Blues Fest… sounds like an oxymoron.
There’s been a lot of hubbub from Oxford residents regarding the recent events that transpired at a Village Board meeting. Irrespective of the issue on the table, I think it’s really a shame when composure is trumped by emotion. But then again, I’ve attended enough public meetings to understand how these things go. My friend’s mother use to say “You can dress him up, but you can’t take him out.” Same applies, I guess.
I saw on the evening news this week the story of a boy named Caine who, using empty boxes in his dad’s auto parts store, built games for his own arcade. Though Caine’s arcade got off to a slow start – much like the lemonade stands and snow-shoveling businesses of so many kids – it picked up steam when a blogger wrote about the his imaginative use for empty boxes. Since then, the 11-year-old entrepreneur has lectured at the University of Southern California Business School, traveled the world, and been hailed a child prodigy of sorts by Forbes Magazine which predicted Caine will be a billionaire in 30 years. His arcade has gained worldwide recognition, with a devoted customer base that’s earned him over $235,000… to use for college, of course. My take? Well, not to sound like a scrooge of all things innovative, but all this because the kid has an imagination? Don’t get me wrong, I’m a proponent of creativity and thrilled that Caine has done so well; but I find that the irony here is almost too much to bear. My Grandmother’s generation made toys from paper clips and bottle caps (like little MacGyvers of the Fisher-Price world). Nowadays, the cardboard games and toys created of a boy’s own cognition are worth $235,000. Who knew.