Vecchio cane, Nuovi trucchi…. or something like that.
June 1, 2017
If knowledge is power, then my tilt at the Iron Throne is ongoing.
I may not be the smartest person in the room, (depending on the room, of course,) but I’m certainly no dunce.
For as long as I can recall, I have had my head stuck in a book, eternally chasing the written word.
Back in primary school, my idea of a good time was reading the dictionary, learning one new word a week and dropping it into casual conversation whenever possible – I was super popular. Not unlike Hermione, my arm was permanently pointed towards the ceiling, desperate to share my knowledge! I graduated Dux of my school. My nickname was Brainiac and though I was smart, I was never smart enough to know that this nickname was an actual compliment.
Before there was the Internet, there were books and they could take you anywhere you wished to go. I spent my youth with Moonface at the very top of The Faraway Tree. Middle Earth was where I discovered my affinity for Hobbit life – Elevenses, anyone? I wandered the Yellow Brick Road, in search of adventure and I happily tumbled down the rabbit hole, thrilled to discover Wonderland had earned its name.
I had the entire Encyclopaedia Britannica at my beck and call – the Google of my generation. I would flip through the pages endlessly, seeking knowledge – certain, that given my lack of athletic ability, my brain was my golden ticket. Too many years later, and I still believe this to be true.
I love to talk, I love to read and I love to write – words are everything.
Words can sing to the heart and soul, or be used as the sharpest of weapons. They can spark the imagination, providing imagery for those without vision. There is so much to learn and only one lifetime to learn it – no wonder Da Vinci hardly slept!
My thirst for knowledge is yet to diminish. I can still be found inside a book – though my kids demand that I keep from full immersion. When not in mama mode, I will take a day-trip to Westeros, or walk in the shoes of Dunham, Poehler or Fey - Oh My!
I’m currently binging on chapters of Fight like a Girl, by Clementine Ford – a crash course in Feminism – just another subject-matter I don’t know nearly enough about! Which brings me to my next point….
Thank God for the Internet!
Whilst I absolutely adored my Encyclopaedias, actual Google is a marvel to behold! A portal to worlds beyond my reach - there is much to be learned if willing.
Though the Internet is not without issues, I’ll save my rant about fake news for another day.
Just last week, I taught myself to use Adobe InDesign. Online tutorials gave me the skills required to build a newspaper from scratch! When I finished, I felt like I could take on the world and immediately began Googling ways I could do so!
They say that an old dog can’t learn new tricks, but for lack of a better rebuttal, I say that’s bullshit! For starters, referring to anyone as an old dog – even an actual old dog, is simply unkind! Learning is one of the few things we can choose to do at any opportunity. We do it from the moment we take our first breath, to the very last. Some people learn incidentally and others seek lessons in everything they do. Much like Harry Potter, I am a seeker.
This week, I am finally committing to learning Italian – hence the title of this piece (google it!) I do this in the hope, that by the time April 2018 rolls around, I will be able to confidently order every food item, on every menu, of every restaurant that I go to when I get to Italy! I may also need to learn the translation for, “Where can I buy some bigger pants?”, but let’s cross that bridge when we get there.