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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...
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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...
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.
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This is a shot of what we look like after a softball game. Maybe it's a little better today than recent games. We're now 1-9. That means 9 losses straight for us. We played decent defense, and kept pace with the game. No big blowout innings, it was a little up, a little down, and we came up a run short tonite. There were some stellar highlight reel type of plays. The dude wearing Adidas is Mike,...
This is a shot of what we look like after a softball game. Maybe it’s a little better today than recent games. We’re now 1-9. That means 9 losses straight for us. We played decent defense, and kept pace with the game. No big blowout innings, it was a little up, a little down, and we came up a run short tonite. There were some stellar highlight reel type of plays. The dude wearing Adidas is Mike, he made two insane over the head catches that I was sure were home runs. He gets a late jump, but somehow stretches like a person at a finish line to make the play. It’s Willie Mays shit. I swear, but twice. Take that Willie. At this point, I can only seek the rad moments of a game, since we’ve been losers almost this entire season. Single moments where something neat happens is all I can hold on to. A funny base running incident, a good throw, a dive-yet a miss, a great hard hit that yields nothing except for a lot of distance, and some positive vibes, that kind of stuff. The photo above captures the hesitancy after a game, where big dude Jason is waiting for anyone except for himself to make a suggestion on where to go eat. When we win, it’s a definite, but when we lose, sometimes, we go straight home losers. So this season, we lose, and we usually go somewhere, but I know Jason is tired of saying, “Norms” or “Carrows” or “Dennys” so he waits for someone to make a move. If not, then he’s on it. Bill, the homerun hitter tells it like it is, we are going to The Counter. At The Counter, you can build your own burgers, there’s a clipboard and you pick what you want, on it, from pineapple to salsa. Anything you want. The beef comes in three sizes, 1/3, 2/3, or 1 pound. It took longer to get a seat, but this was our last game before the holidays, so it was a send off from softball and the relationships from it in 2007, at least for some of us. The factions of new friends, old friends, and family will see each other, but some won’t see any of us, so it’s a “laters” until the first game in 08. Above is the special Bloody Mary burger, which seems like an odd name for a fish burger. Some slaw, pieces of celery, a thick bread which differed from the burgers, a dark lettuce, adorned, the patty which was filled with spices that pretty much attack your taste buds in just the right ways. It’s really good. Our group of 7 shared two orders of sweet potato fries and the onion strings. They open until 10, so once in a while, this can be our spot.
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When I think about the toys, clothes, furniture, the magical blanket, and even memories, there's one object that lasted the longest and it's still going. The diaper container / which is now my laundry basket. This has been with me my entire life. Only my parents can beat this. I remember sitting in this while I watched TV, I'd put my ass in it and sink, and it was comfortable. I remember later...