Tag: Nostalgia

When We Remember 2015, What Will Evoke Our Nostalgia?

 

nostalgia_watch-wideI’m so prone to nostalgia, and so aware that I’m prone to it, that I’ve in the past sent notes to my future self to correct my tendency for emotional historical revisionism. I was prompted to search for one of these after seeing a photo of an old flame’s high school yearbook on Facebook — which filled me with nostalgia — and, to my amazement, I found the very note. It was stuffed in a pile of papers in my attic, and had somehow survived more than 30 years of my peripatetic wanderings.

Any historian would be satisfied, based on this documentary evidence, that I should not have felt nostalgic. I was in fact miserable after we split up. I made a point of explicitly recording this. I strongly suspected that one day I’d be wistful about the whole business. This thought infuriated me, given that I was sure the experience merited no such sentiment. The note from Claire-of-yore to Claire-of-now is as clear as it gets: “However you’re tempted to remember this, don’t kid yourself: You didn’t enjoy this at all.”

Didn’t help. Looking at my own handwriting made me nostalgic. Finding that notebook in my attic made me nostalgic. Reexamining my memories of a period that I know for a fact I didn’t enjoy — it’s documented! — made me laugh with nostalgia and wistfulness. So obviously, no matter how awful I feel about any experience, I’ll one day be nostalgic about it; and given this propensity, it struck me: it’s just inevitable that one day I’ll be terribly nostalgic for 2015. Can’t be helped, no use fighting it, I just will be.

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It’s that time of year when we start plotting to change, to improve, be better and this year, dang gummit, I’m going to be resolute about it! My resolutions are usually vague and sweeping: read more, be a better correspondent, be more patient with patients. The only resolution that I’ve ever kept was 2011: join […]

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Those Were the Days

 

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After the end of the semester and a particularly awful work week, I finally got a chance to bake some cookies, put up my Christmas tree, and just generally do Christmasy things. One of these things was to watch my second favorite Christmas movie, White Christmas (feel free to inquire what my most favorite is).

I could listen to Bing Crosby sing all day — even if he did get that baritone timbre by smoking a pipe. I love classic movies, and sitting on my couch watching Danny Kaye and Vera Ellen spin around the dance floor one thought jumped out at me — “Gosh, I wish people still danced!”

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When my daughter was picking out “Camptown Races” on the guitar this evening, I thought of an ingenious toy from my preteen days. It was none other than this, the plastic Fisher-Price record player.  The player has a little yellow plastic arm that swings and can be lowered over one of its several indestructible records. […]

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Technophobia

 

shutterstock_83454223Do you dream in monochrome? Does the term “manual labor” recall painful memories of assembly or installation? Does the Geek Squad avoid your phone calls? Then this post is for you.

What current inventions do you loathe? What innovations do you fear are inevitable? What old products do you miss and are certain you could enjoy again?

I dread the day that my car requires a poorly timed reboot while it updates its software via on-again/off-again satellite internet. “Please wait while we improve your driving experience.”

What Was Your First Computer Experience?

 

I was talking to one of the kids I work with (I think he’s like 25 or something) and we were talking about the first computers we ever used.

The first time I ever saw a computer in real life was probably in 1985 or 1986.  I was in first grade.  They brought it in.  They explained this would be the computer for the class room.  They showed us how to boot it up (with a 5 inch floppy).  The program that it ran was what I found our many years later to be some kind of CADD.  It had a little triangle called a “turtle” and it could draw lines.  If you wanted it to turn one way you typed in a 90.  Which I thought at the time was an odd code that I should probably write down.

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Following the uneasy reunification of the Germanies, the early years of this century witnessed the phenomenon of Ostalgie – the puzzling fondness of East Germans for East German things. While most Ossies were content to be rid of the police surveillance and the inferior consumer products, some sentimentalists refused to let go of their Trabants […]

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