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does anyone remember when the sound your computer made when it started up was novel and cool?
kind of like when playing games on the computer was new,
or when three dimensions came into video games on the t.v.
... or even computer graphics special effects. Remember when the floor in Beauty and the Beast was computerized, and everyone went "WOAH, they can DO THAT NOW?" ... but you were only 7 or 8 or something, and when you looked at the movie, you couldn't even tell the difference, because the line between reality and fantasy were still blurred.
We watched pieces of the making of Labyrinth in puppetry class the other day, and it was the first time I realized Hoggle was a puppet. I always just kind of thought they hired a gremlin. (like E.T.... they just kind of found an alien to play the part.)
reality and fantasy are still blurred in some corners of my mind... I want to keep it that way.
in any event, it'll be something really cool to tell much younger people later. "I remember when computer graphics started, when mtv went downhill, when mr. rogers died, when we protested the war with candles and songs, when ipods were new, and when people liked the spice girls..."
speaking of: how come our generation has next to no good music? Fucking record labels with their machines that correct people's pitch, that's why. nobody needs talent any more, it died with rock and roll... a little older and we could have defined ourselves by carrying jimmi hendrix vinyl records home from the store. now people are constantly plugged in to electronic crap... condensed, compressed, canned and capsulized into little pills, opiates for the masses. oh well. we still got jimmi somewhere.
on a lighter note...
I felt the first breath of spring today. I wasn't outside though. I was sitting in math class, and I was suddenly reminded, for some reason, of what Easter feels like. The taste of hard boiled eggs when the dye accidentally seeps in, the feel of the soft white fur of my easter bunny stuffed animal, and I could remember the smell of fake grass in that old wicker easter basket I've had since forever. It felt like the sun came out for a brief moment.
feeling the seasons in your bones before you feel them in the air... that's something I've only felt here. in hawaii where nothing changes, your body gets used to the consistency and forgets that time is passing. I could have been there four years or four months, I can't tell. it must be hard to get things done when you're not aware of the sand falling through the hour glass. in places where it freezes, it's built into the people's very Being that we need to get shit done before it gets too fucking cold to do anything but hibernate. no wonder hawaiians are lazy...
kind of like when playing games on the computer was new,
or when three dimensions came into video games on the t.v.
... or even computer graphics special effects. Remember when the floor in Beauty and the Beast was computerized, and everyone went "WOAH, they can DO THAT NOW?" ... but you were only 7 or 8 or something, and when you looked at the movie, you couldn't even tell the difference, because the line between reality and fantasy were still blurred.
We watched pieces of the making of Labyrinth in puppetry class the other day, and it was the first time I realized Hoggle was a puppet. I always just kind of thought they hired a gremlin. (like E.T.... they just kind of found an alien to play the part.)
reality and fantasy are still blurred in some corners of my mind... I want to keep it that way.
in any event, it'll be something really cool to tell much younger people later. "I remember when computer graphics started, when mtv went downhill, when mr. rogers died, when we protested the war with candles and songs, when ipods were new, and when people liked the spice girls..."
speaking of: how come our generation has next to no good music? Fucking record labels with their machines that correct people's pitch, that's why. nobody needs talent any more, it died with rock and roll... a little older and we could have defined ourselves by carrying jimmi hendrix vinyl records home from the store. now people are constantly plugged in to electronic crap... condensed, compressed, canned and capsulized into little pills, opiates for the masses. oh well. we still got jimmi somewhere.
on a lighter note...
I felt the first breath of spring today. I wasn't outside though. I was sitting in math class, and I was suddenly reminded, for some reason, of what Easter feels like. The taste of hard boiled eggs when the dye accidentally seeps in, the feel of the soft white fur of my easter bunny stuffed animal, and I could remember the smell of fake grass in that old wicker easter basket I've had since forever. It felt like the sun came out for a brief moment.
feeling the seasons in your bones before you feel them in the air... that's something I've only felt here. in hawaii where nothing changes, your body gets used to the consistency and forgets that time is passing. I could have been there four years or four months, I can't tell. it must be hard to get things done when you're not aware of the sand falling through the hour glass. in places where it freezes, it's built into the people's very Being that we need to get shit done before it gets too fucking cold to do anything but hibernate. no wonder hawaiians are lazy...