Category: Nostalgia

  • dog eared

    Northgate Mall While sitting outside a JCPenney this afternoon, I was regarding the lovely Helvetica and thinking about the Christmas catalogs I would dog ear when I was a kid. Things I never saw on the shelves when the family would make a special trip to the department and discount stores… Places in these parts…

  • Babbling

    Mt. Airy (Water) Towers It was time to hit up the grocery store today. I also visited the laundromat this week. I wonder if I could generate enough mindless data to figure out when the next haircut is, or when I will be stopping by the theater or the bar. Then i could just populate…

  • -11 years

    I’d like to say I was on drugs when this photo was taken. I’m digging through boxes looking for stuff from 11 years ago—boxes that need labels. I put these labels on my mental list of “things I don’t care if I ever do.” There can only be so much allocating. Time is this funny…

  • Bedside

    A lamp, a hat, a book, hand salve and an alarm clock My skin has been super-dry of late and the Farmer’s Friend hand salve with non-revolting fragrance at bedside is good, but greasy. I leave thumbprints on the pages of the book I’m reading, Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I’m just gearing…

  • 16 Good Things about 2004

    Images take you to related links So most of this stuff is specific to 2004, but I’m aware some of it was around long before. Videogame: Ratchet and Clank 3: Up Your Arsenal – Platforming goodness for the PlayStation 2. Had I bought of Katamari Damacy for myself, it probably would’ve made the list. Concert:…

  • The year we lightened up

    Yeah, like that Dan pointed out a link to this fansite for the sadly defunct Pacific Southwest Airlines today, and I was fascinated. I want to live in that era. No, scratch that. I want this era to LIGHTEN THE FUCK UP. I’m beat with government and faith based agencies trying to determine what is…

  • Close cover and strike

    I’ve got a match, your embrace and my collapse My Grandmother collects matchbooks. When moving out of her house she asked what we would want. I chose the matches. I’ve hoarded them over the years as well. Fragments of memories. Restaurants along the highway. Trips exotic. She’s ailing a little bit in the memory department…

  • Opossum

    Didn’t scare too easy Normally I eschew all types of flash photography (this, because I don’t have a bounce flash), but there was no other way to catch this critter in the alley. I could also extoll the talents of my mom again, as she used to make very realistic stuffed versions of these creatures…

  • Rottin’

    For documentation purposes Next Up: More rot and then Thanksgiving kitsch.

  • Rousters Apples

    Them apples There’s a place out near where I grew up called Rousters that has the best apples. This orchard has crafted a particularly sweet and crunchy variety with a juicy white flesh and a freckled matte skin. They call ’em Krispy, and I’ve never been able to find their equal in the produce aisle…