Tag: nostalgia
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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…
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Twenty Years Later
I just wrote a review for David S. Atkinson’s book Bones Buried in the Dirt (go read it here) and something I mentioned in response to it is actually an idea I had that I will probably never do. His book is told from the point of view of a pre-teen kid, and I mentioned…
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Contests I Have Won
I have won a number of contests in my life, both games of skill or knowledge and the plain dumb-luck sort. Here is a partial list: As a very young child, I vaguely remember winning a plastic model car from a contest at a radio station. It wasn’t at the radio station; it was on…
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Dust mite collection
I just went digging through a box of old zines and other crap, looking for blank stationery. I always steal the paper at any given hotel, and I think when I left my place in Astoria, or maybe when we moved to Denver, I threw out this huge collection of yellowing stationery, mostly from Vegas…
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Three and three quarter inch memories
So I had to go to storage the other day, to put away the box from my new bass, because if I just threw it in the recycling bin, the truss rod inside the bass neck would have exploded and I would have needed to mail the thing to Germany or Uganda or something for…
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Dreams of squatting
I have these frequent recurring dreams of living temporarily, squatting in hidden areas of public places, like crashing for a month in a forgotten storage area of a Vegas hotel, or a never used classroom in an old academic building. The dreams are so vivid and frequent that I usually wake and think they’re based…
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Yards of trains
I keep looking out the window at the train yard that’s a few hundred yards away, across the highway. You can’t tell it’s a train yard, because you just see the profile of it, and the occasional diesel locomotive tooling back and forth on the horizon. I just looked at google maps, and it’s not…
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Stop bath acid memories
In my freshman year of college, my classes were mostly at Ballantine hall, which was rumored to be built from all the money IU made off of the fluoride patent they sold to the Crest toothpaste people. The morning stumble from Collins to Ballantine for an 8:00 German 100 class took maybe five or ten…
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Wonder Bread Gorging and the Ceiling Toaster Distraction
I want to mount a toaster on the ceiling. It’s a really tall ceiling, seventeen feet or some shit like that, and there’s a thin pipe with a metal box on one end, one of those electrical boxes with four plugs on it, just staring down at me when I sit on the couch. There’s…
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Calculator K-Hole
Something I sometimes do when I don’t have time to waste but still want to lock into some useless pursuit that will eat up hours is to try and find various things I owned as a kid. The other day, I started thinking about old calculators, and went on an endless search to find some…