Tag: nostalgia
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A Stupid Nostalgia Listicle (Or, You Won’t Believe these 15 Things From The Nineties That Will Help You Lose Weight That The IRS Doesn’t Want You To Find Out About!)
I have been binge-watching the show West Wing lately, because S has never seen it, and I watched a lot of the first few seasons until it got stupid, back when I was supposed to be writing the follow-up for Rumored to Exist, which never happened. So I remember bits and pieces of the show, and…
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RIP, Oderus
I woke up this morning and found the start of a flood of Facebook posts that I thought had to be a hoax, but they were true: Dave Brockie, also known to many as Oderus Urungus of Gwar, had been found dead last night. He was only 50. I must have first heard about Gwar…
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Blast from the past: Morgenstern’s
Here is a receipt I found recently: Morgenstern’s was an interesting book store in Bloomington that came and went in the 90s, but was pretty central to my experience at IU. I don’t remember exactly when they opened, but it must have been around 1991 or so. There were no big box book stores then,…
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Another story from another kind of book
I’m still editing this book. It’s going to take a while, and I hate this part of the process more than anything, because it’s not the process of creating, of writing hundreds and thousands of words, and it’s not the process of holding a finished book in your hands, so it’s painstaking. And I have…
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The Economics and Practicalities of Lofts
I live in a loft. This isn’t about that. (Maybe the coincidence somehow means it is, though.) I was playing this game yesterday, where I tried to write every single event I could remember about a person from twenty years ago, every time I could remember us hanging out together, to try and brainstorm past…
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Automated board loading machinery
I spent a good chunk of the summer of 1993 trying to find a job. I returned back to Elkhart for the summer, because even though that summer of 1992 in Bloomington was life-changing and ended up becoming my first book, I made absolutely no money selling glowsticks and telemarketing. I needed real work, factory…
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First Falafel
About ten years ago, I lived in New York: rented a shithole apartment in Astoria, took the N train in to Times Square every day, and worked three floors down from Puff Daddy at a soon-to-be-irrelevant dotcom. My life consisted of TPS reports, delays on the N train, and arguing with old ladies in three…
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Journal mold
I keep reading John Sheppard’s tumblr, which lately has been chock full of awesome short little bits of not-fiction about his life, and it makes me wish I could spin up some yarns here, especially since I ran out of ideas for blog entries in about 2007. One of my wise ideas was to pull…
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Angel City and the Circle of Life
It’s Friday, and in about an hour, I’m off to OAK to catch a flight to LAX and spend a weekend celebrating my birthday. No real plans, except for a quick trip, and probably a lot of nostalgia for the time five years ago when I lived down there. I really do love LA, even…
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Seattle sketches
I always used to explore on Saturday mornings, driving around Seattle to find some new magical diner to eat that would cause my writing output to double or make me run into the perfect woman, except I’d always end up at Denny’s or at the movie theater at Mountlake Terrace, because I didn’t own a…