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anonymous wrote:
Again your blog entry was able to elicit similar feelings in me, in particular objects associated with my childhood that are squirreled away in my memory.
I wonder if all this reminiscing is a consequence of many of us entering the middle phase of life.
I look forward to reading your blog entries as they are, for lack of a better term, so sincere.
Thanks anonymous. Your comment made me think about reminiscing. I'm not sure if it's a middle phase of life, which I'd say I've been in for a while. When is the middle phase? I suppose our life expectancy is something like 77 now. It's gone up. Divide it into thirds, 0-25, 25-50, 50+. If we talk about Giant Robot, which began when I was 24, I'd think it was right before the middle phase. I think even the name of the magazine, Giant Robot is nostalgic, and we've been writing about nostalgia for many years, especially when it comes in the form of a new person, concept, or idea, that's influenced by something nostalgic and "flipped" to be a 2007 item. I do tend to look at these topics and wonder where they came from, why they are here again now in this new form, and then I wonder where's it going or what's next. So if you like nostalgia, I have jars and jars of tucked away. I've began mentally cataloging memories that then flutter away, since I refuse to write them down. Imagine, sitting and remembering an incident from when you were 4 or 5. When they come, I savor them, and try to remember as much as I can about them, and then I let them go. I wonder if the folks who were part of those memories remember that particular moment. Probably not, and they'd think I was weird to bring up an incident where I lost one of my teeth, hit my head on the monkey bars at a park, was nearly trampled on a train in Japan by old ladies, felt shy during photos... the list goes on.
Again your blog entry was able to elicit similar feelings in me, in particular objects associated with my childhood that are squirreled away in my memory.
I wonder if all this reminiscing is a consequence of many of us entering the middle phase of life.
I look forward to reading your blog entries as they are, for lack of a better term, so sincere.
Thanks anonymous. Your comment made me think about reminiscing. I'm not sure if it's a middle phase of life, which I'd say I've been in for a while. When is the middle phase? I suppose our life expectancy is something like 77 now. It's gone up. Divide it into thirds, 0-25, 25-50, 50+. If we talk about Giant Robot, which began when I was 24, I'd think it was right before the middle phase. I think even the name of the magazine, Giant Robot is nostalgic, and we've been writing about nostalgia for many years, especially when it comes in the form of a new person, concept, or idea, that's influenced by something nostalgic and "flipped" to be a 2007 item. I do tend to look at these topics and wonder where they came from, why they are here again now in this new form, and then I wonder where's it going or what's next. So if you like nostalgia, I have jars and jars of tucked away. I've began mentally cataloging memories that then flutter away, since I refuse to write them down. Imagine, sitting and remembering an incident from when you were 4 or 5. When they come, I savor them, and try to remember as much as I can about them, and then I let them go. I wonder if the folks who were part of those memories remember that particular moment. Probably not, and they'd think I was weird to bring up an incident where I lost one of my teeth, hit my head on the monkey bars at a park, was nearly trampled on a train in Japan by old ladies, felt shy during photos... the list goes on.