The reflections and introspections of Tim Nardoni: Father, Husband, and Lover.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

What's the deal with Radio Shack?

Thursday, October 06, 2005


Though I very much consider Anderson, Indiana "Home" now, Danville, Illinois will always hold a special place in my heart.

See this lovely sculpture in brick?
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The title of the work is, "Danville U.S.A." and it is located in the revitalized downtown of my boyhood home, Danville, Illinois.

See the bronze plaque off to the right?
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Though you can certainly click on the picture to enlarge it, I'm afraid the text is difficult to read, nonetheless. The words on the plaque are as follows:

"Danville U.S.A."

Sculptor's Reflections

Artistically, "Danville U.S.A." is my expression of the lively personable people that I encountered here, the depth of the souls who live/lived in this place.

It is not the river, the architecture, nor the industries that are the things that exist here. Rather, it is the "spirit" of all who have built and are building Danville.

I was touched by these people - their perseverance, their tenacity, their love of where they live. At its core, this sculpture is a "family portrait" of yesterday, today and tomorrow - a loving reminder of how important it is to remember who we are as we build what we are to become.

Remember to - the sculpture does not stand alone. The old Temple Arc, the redesigned exterior wall and its arches, the bandstand, the landscape, the seat wall, the walkways and perhaps most of all, the sculpture site's central physical location are all integral to the complete presentation. All of these elements work in concert to create a powerful statement of the need for beauty that we constantly seek in our lives. Beauty completes us.

Donna L. Dobberfuhl, NSS, MFA
Sculptural Designs Atelier

See the TYPO?!?!?!

"Remember to" -- as in, Remember also -- as in, Remember too.

A senseless typo, cast in bronze, in my own hometown.
I'm outraged.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

My car gets 14.3 mpc (miles per cat)

I have a new hero. Christian Koch, a 55-year-old German inventor, has developed a new type of bio-diesel fuel that is made of dead cats (as reported by CNN). This is the most brilliant possible solution to the two toughest challenges facing Americans in 2005: Reliance on foreign oil, and the fact that cats are annoying and stupid.

Koch has been given the key to his city and has received an official commendation from German president Horst Köhler. More importantly, he has been nominated for the Nobel Prize for physics. (I don't know these facts for sure, since the article is pretty light on details, but they're almost certainly true.)

Think of the implications of this line of study. You're a third-world country, struggling to find the natural resources to generate power? Dead cat diesel power plants. Safe drinking water is scarce? Dead cat diesel water treatment plants. It's not too big of a stretch to imagine that twenty years down the road, rockets taking life-sustaining supplies to our brave astronauts on the moon base will be powered by some derivative of this cheap and sustainable fuel.

This is a paradigm shift. It's a watershed moment. I'm sure we will remember for the rest of our lives where we were and what we were doing when we first learned of the life-altering research of Christian Koch, the man who gave us dead cat diesel, the Earth's perfect fuel.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

My Brother Is A Rock Star...

Or, at least, he should be.

My brother, Jeff, makes those hacks on that INXS show (which, I've been watching faithfully) look like Tiny Tim!

He's got the look, the voice, the moves...

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Furthermore, he's dependable, hardworking, and he's MY BROTHER!!

Proud of you, bro!

Monday, July 18, 2005

Lord of the Stars

I'm always freaked out when what I thought was fiction turns out to be echoed in truth.

Does this picture look familiar to any of you LOtR fans out there?

Thursday, July 14, 2005


If you're like me, you've been thinking a lot about actor Stephen Baldwin lately. The Usual Suspects. Bio-Dome (co-starring alongside the world's most underappreciated comic actor, Pauly Shore). The Flintstones in Viva Rock Vegas. You know who I mean.

I've also been listening to a lot of podcasts. They're a type of radio show that everyday people make by recording themselves on their computer and uploading the result to a website. I use iPodder software to subscribe to these podcasts, and they're downloaded to my laptop automatically so that I can listen to them in my car.

Ryan Dobson is the son of Focus on the Family founder, Dr. James Dobson. Like his dad, Ryan is a speaker and an author, but with a slightly different target audience. He appeals more to the skater culture. I guess you could say that Ryan is a more "X-Treme" version of James. He is totally rad, bro.

Why am I telling you all of this? Because I want to get a tattoo.

Ryan has an excellent podcast, called Undone. One of his guests was Stephen Baldwin, who was discussing his new skater ministry called RULI. (No, I'm not joshing you.) Ryan interviewed Stephen at Sid's Tattoo Parlor while Stephen was getting some new "ink". A later Undone podcast interviewed the owner of the tattoo parlor, Sid Stankovits. I checked out Sid's website, and it was all over. I'm totally going to get a tat.

So the big question is this: What should the artwork be? A picture of Sandra? Something that will show the world how much I love Jesus? I need your suggestions. Here are some examples from Sid's Tattoo Parlor to inspire you. Also, check out the amazing works of body-art at the Christian Tattoo Association.

(PS - I've received many emails asking for a report about the amusement park protest. My lawyer has advised me not to speak publicly about it until the trial is over.)

Friday, July 08, 2005

The Reunion?

So I woke up today with my pillow all wet. It wasn't from slobbering in my sleep. I have been crying myself to sleep lately.

It all started on the forth of July weekend. My sister came home sporting a new haircut and a new boyfriend. We were totally surprised. Apparently, everyone knew she was coming home except her family. I guess I should have figured something was up when all of her friends were there eating all my hotdogs. Well, not all of her friends were there. I looked everywhere. I started to get a little flustered and before I knew it I was curled up in the fetal position sucking my thumb. That jerk didn't come.

I had really been looking forward to seeing "The Favorite." But he wasn't there. I was so excited to tell him about my new invention that turns the lint in your belly button into a usable fuel source to power lava lamps. No doubt he had some new products to feature as well. I was very VERY disappointed. So I went home and watched Fatal Attraction 12 times and ate cookie dough.

I miss the favorite. I can only wonder if he is thinking of me.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

The Milkman's Son?

Evidently I resemble my mother's side.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005


I generally support local governments and the preservation of historical buildings and monuments; however, I generally do not support pornography in any form.

So, that leaves me torn by the recent news story that tells how a local group of Bridge-Playing-Grannies ranging in age from 70 to 90+ hope to raise money to save the decrepit Randolph County Courthouse in Winchester, Indiana by posing nude for a calendar. Proceeds from the sale of the “Calendar Girls” calendar go to the “Save The Courthouse” fund.

My question to my readers: Should I buy the calendar and support the preservation of this historical building or should I not? Tell me what you think and I’ll let you know what I decide to do!

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Monday, July 04, 2005

Happy Independence Day

What better way to express how I feel about this day--this great country in which we live--than to quote the great Lee Greenwood:

And I’m proud to be an American where at least I know I’m free.
And I won’t forget the men who died, who gave that right to me.
And I’d gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today.
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land God bless the U.S.A.

Chokes me up every time.

Thursday, June 30, 2005


Ah, the 4th of July approaches and I'm beckoned home.

Home. Home is where the art is.

In honor of my roadtrip I present you an epic poem:

Driving to Danville

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Empty factory, empty factory, empty factory



Corn, corn, corn



Corn, corn, soybeans, corn

Pickup truck

Corn, corn, corn

Illinois state line

Higher taxes. Worse roads.

Corn, corn, corn



(I have many more gems like this buried in notebooks and scraps of paper. People are always wondering what I'm scribbling. You just wait.)

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Reminded of a good idea

While thinking about what a huge waste of time and money this whole taking-over-the-world-Lincoln statue would be, I suddenly remembered of the ingenious plans of the city of Anderson, where I currently reside. Unlike this horrible Lincoln tragedy, they have come up with a great idea: a trucking museum!

Can't you imagine how much fun we'll all have as we gather in Anderson to "ride in an 18-wheeler before ordering food over a CB radio at a coordinating theme restaurant?" I'm getting so excited I just might wet myself!

This, my friends, is what a great idea is all about! If only I had come up with it...

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Off to the Land of Lincoln

I leave this weekend for a demonstration in my home state. I have always found myself particularly fond of political opportunities when they arise and what a better time to expose my spirit than on the Fourth of July! Some of my new "grass" friends from the beach organized a rally in Lincoln, IL in protest to the Abraham Lincoln statue and amusement park.

In the event that you have not heard of this monstrosity, allow me to reveal the government's evil schemes:

The proposal is that of a 305', hideous replica of ole Abe, top hat and all, christening the fields of Central Illinois with a watermelon waterfall. Supposedly, something of this grandeur could attract tourists from far and wide finally putting Logan County on the map.

Here is where conspiracy lies... Abe is not going to be full of amusement and the laughs of children as they play beneath the pelting stream of watermelon juice. It is the warped and evil attempts of Dick Durbin to take out the country from its core! Those beady eyes are actually his control tower where he will sit and manipulate the minds of every man, woman, and child who approaches Lincoln's big toe. Hidden beneath the hat, storage of nuclear weapons. And just when you thought it was bad enough, Oprah announces full responsibility as the number one financial contributor of these efforts, "I really resonate with Abraham. Where he came from and where he headed. Of course, I am in absolute support of this new Happy Land where sad children can find peace and distraught parents can be complete."

Stand with me if you can! Stop this damnation before it begins.

Monday, June 27, 2005

What I've been up to...

I did grass for the first time in my life this year! I used to pass on grass, all the time, like this one time, my Dad was doing grass back when I was a kid and he asked me to come try it, but it didn’t look like it would be very fun. Boy, was I wrong! I like doing grass! It’s a nice distraction, ya know?

My wife was so pleased that I finally got around to it. She’d been bothering me about it for months.

If you’d like me to teach you how to do grass, just let me know! I would imagine that a bunch of people doing grass together would be a lot more fun than me doing it all by myself!

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Blogless No More

I've finally decided to enter the twenty-first century and get myself a blog. I came to this decision after I went to a party with some old college friends and it turned out to not be a party at all, but an intervention. For me. To make me face the fact that I was blogless and pathetic.

My friends care more about me than I ever dreamed. I can't believe it sometimes, but I feel it inside my heart. These guys are totally awesome and that's a fact. So over the next couple of years I hope to share with you, the world, some of my thoughts, feelings, stories, and ideas. This is my free gift to you; I expect nothing in return.