Hi! You will notice two things different about my biography here than either Dr. Von Roseler's (Dad) or the webmistress's, Lisa Marie Cordet-Von Roseler (Mom). First, there are no awards or accomplishments listed or fancy graphics shown. Second, I'm writing this in the first person voice instead of abstractly in the third person like a job resume would use. Why?
The quick and dirty answer is I'm too young to have much history yet, and I'm writing for a young audience who may not understand the stuffy nature of resumes yet or the importance of awards from relevant if dubious honor society "paper mills". Kids haven't yet deduced the supposed need for honors and awards, and most have barely fathomed the need for formal education beyond that's just what kids do in the first world. They merely want to play! And I can still relate to that.
Frankly, life is a game played by adults who then die. They often do so without having ever understood the purpose, or its lack, of the game or its methods of scoring. Many of them who are not college material will go to college anyway for lack of anything better to do, and will quickly rise to their individual levels of incompetence within society. It astonishes me how many bean-counters once dreamed of becoming astronauts, for example. An example from bygone eras might have been how many bricklayers and stone masons dreamed of being sea captains.
My point is, all children want adventure but only a very few will ever realize it, much less realize that just living can be an adventure given the right frame of mind. I'm sitting in the middle, between the anticipations of youth and the realities of earning an adult living. I was born September 20th, 1980 and can still climb my dream mountains even if the air up there is growing increasingly less rare and special. I think the beginning of the end of my youth came in junior high school when I finally and fully grasped what a molecule was and how each of us is a mere assortment of the same building blocks. I like what my father says to bring back the specialness of yourh, "we are all star stuff to our marrows". That is often quite comforting, but seldom dawns on anyone under fourteen simply because youth has better things to dream about.
Sooooooooo . . . they have titled me something called a "Youth Entertainment Advisor" here. Huh? Youth doesn't need entertainment, youth is entertainment! And before the internet, youths could make their own entertainments! I remember like it was yesterday finding an old street skate with a broken buckle strap, two boards, a hammer and some bent nails, then quickly fashioning a contrivance that six of us ankle biters spent an entire afternoon in heaven with on the sidewalk playing by hastily invented rules on a course laid out with Suzie's piece of yellow chalk "borrowed" from her fourth grade homeroom. Kids of any age have something called imagination. When they become adults, the few who aren't then shamed by society into losing it rename it creativity. The lucky few among their number get to be employed by Disney or Pixel Arts.
I would have preferred the title "Tubular Tutor of Kidz Kontentment". But adults control the rules of language. That's because they invented job descriptions right before inventing awards luncheons and gold watch retirement dinners. So, all right, I'll play by their rules here. Youth Entertainment Advisor it shall be! But what is that? I suppose it will involve search engines made by adults to look for websites made by adults having news and entertainment that adults think are suitable for kids with their notoriously short attention spans.
