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Run, You Little Red Bastard!
Football 2 Originally uploaded by Petromyzon. I wasted so much quality time on a contraption just like this. Using little red LEDs, it was a remarkably engaging simulation of professional football. Your team was red. Your quarterback was bright red. The ball was red … and blinking. And every touchdown was announced with this tinny…
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I Grew Up Here.
I Grew Up Here. Google Maps has satellite imaging now. Even with all the work I have on my morning plate, I couldn’t help it … I had to find my house, and then the house I grew up in. This is a Flickr-annotated snapshot of my formative neighborhood. Inspired by Matt, found via MeFi.
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A Gift From 1981
When I was nine, my older brother gave me a 45rpm record. While always generous of heart and spirit, my brother was never much of a giver of material things … at least not when we were living under the same roof. He wasn’t stingy, I don’t guess. I think he just wanted to teach…
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Alma Mater, All Hail
When referring to memories, tradition suggests marking them at five year increments for easy reference. Ten-year class reunions. Five-year anniversaries. I should probably wait another few months to consider college graduation, but I’m thinking about it now. Writing what you have is always easier than reclaiming thoughts you had. It’s been almost ten years. In…
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Remembering Reagan
I’m filing this under “memories” — not “politics” — because Ronald Reagan was my President when I was too young to consider checks and balances, doctrine and dissention. I was almost 8 when he was inaugurated in 1980. I watched it on television. Two months later, I watched him frown and fall, shoved into a…
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This is my 80s
Had to eat my lunch through an audio haze of a so-called “Great 80s Music” station. What’s sad is that these 80s are not the 80s that I remember, or at least they’re not the 80s that I want to remember. Sure, Billy Ocean was all over the dial at the time, but who really…
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Jeff’s Batmobile
Jeff drove a Pontiac Grand Prix. Late 70s model. It was built like a diving manta ray, black and flared and ferocious. Imagine a suburban Batmobile, then replace the Caped Crusader with Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz. He didn’t deserve such a cool car, but he could drive and I couldn’t. It would be…
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Candy & Weaponry
There was this guy I knew all through junior and high school. His name was John and he looked more exotic than he probably was. Isn’t he Korean? No, that’s Gary. Gary is the Korean. Maybe he’s Chinese? We know he can’t be Indian, ’cause Yogesh is the Indian. It was as if more than…
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the way you walk and the way you talk
why, oh why, do i have new edition’s candy girl running through my head? even more bizarre is realizing that the song was released twenty years ago. 1983. i remember this being on the radio during karate class, back when i was a ten year old orange belt. our instructors kept a clock radio in…
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i was little once
it surprises me that nobody else thought of it. we’ve seen the very popular mirror project and the lesser known eye project, but nothing gets the thoughts going or the memories moving like this new one: when i was little. weren’t we all adorable once? (yes, i’m in there… but i will let you hunt…