Drinking the Kool-Aid

Welcome to a grand experiment. It has been for some time now our hypothesis that “we are the sum total of our experiences.” It sounds like a cliché, but it is the truth. We live in the now, informed by the then, and hope for the best, but we all know intrinsically speaking that you can’t go home again.

Myths, legends and folktales have telegraphed to countless generations events great and deeds terrible, all moments to live by. From the primitive cave drawing to the oral traditions of the early Nomadic tribes to the writings of Mark Twain, Mad Magazine, and forgive me – MTV – popular entertainment, never intended to last longer than the moment in which it was sparked has been the single greatest influence on the lives and ways of the past several generations.

Simply put, we are what we were.

Depending on when you were born, television, radio, pop music, movies, toys, breakfast cereals – at least one, some or all of these things made you who you are today. Sure, your parents will try to take credit for your finer points – manners, wit and good graces – but make no mistake: you are a product of your popular culture. You have a love/hate relationship with the cartoons, sitcoms, toys and foods you grew up with. You’ve been infected by the virus of collective memory. It’s ok. You’re gonna be just fine.

Have you ever looked at an old photograph from your past, and wished you could see it in greater detail? Like, what’s going on just out of frame, or what’s that thing behind the couch, or who else is in the car with you? What books are on the shelf? Posters? What were you wearing? Do you remember what you felt like the first time you…?
(I left it blank on purpose just to see where you would go with it.)

Go on. Drink the Kool-Aid.

The more you remember, the more you want to remember.

Call it time travel, aided by others who can help you fill in the blanks. A blast of white-hot memory that burns recognition into your retina and gives form and substance to something you had forgotten you had ever known, but now that you know, you can not easily forget: “Oh yeah. That thing.”

And “that thing” is what Retroland is all about. Because that thing, and others like it, are what we all are on the inside. Lots and lots of “that thing.”

Now drink deep and remember…

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