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yes it sounds like some kind of cheesy wall hanging you'd find in a world market or bed, bath and beyond.Â
but it also has the benefit of being true.Â
nobody has endless time. eventually, the world calls "time out" on our journey and this one, on this planet, comes to an end.Â
thought experiment: some day (when you aren't personally over-scheduled or distracted and have a moment to just.... breathe.... and check out what's happening around you)
watch the people you come into contact with throughout your day.
are they well and truly present? engaged? or are they looking at their phones, with faraway eyes, thinking of (or wishing they were) somewhere else?
the trick to this life, I think, is to focus on and enjoy the present.Â
there is a lot of beauty and meaning in everyday life.Â
from the very smallest tasks and encounters to the mountaintop moments we all experience.Â
meaningful encounters create the good old days.
wonderful experiences (all shapes and sizes) create the good old days.
helping other people succeed (or celebrating their wins, big and small) create the good old days.Â
giving love or support or care with no expectation of any sort of return creates the good old days.Â
telling someone how meaningful they have been in your life creates the good old days.Â
I'm not into nostalgia -- at all! I feel like it's a trap from which people often fail to escape (ever met anyone who peaked in high school?)
so: let today be the first of many good old days.Â
compliment a stranger.Â
be less hard on yourself.Â
take an unscheduled minute just to savor something tiny about the world as it spins.Â
pet a dog. maybe yours. maybe someone else's.Â
there's more than enough cruelty and ambivalence and outright apathy in this world.
some of it even governs countries. big ones.
make this one of many good old days by extending kindness, care, and demonstrate that you give a shit about someone or something.
create your very own eras tour.Â
in loss, there is love. (pain too, reminding you that it mattered)
in death, there is life.Â
in life, there is hope.
in hope, there are any number of good old days to come.
Friday, March 7, 2025: was a good old day. đÂ
PS: As per usual, Blur provide the perfect soundtrack to this thought bubble (link).
"Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun
He works nights but it's not much fun/
Picks up the London yo-yo's
All on their own down Soho, take me home"
Mar 7, 2025
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Remember when life was just, life? Not because we were children who hadnât fully developed our brain, but because life was just, life. It didnât matter what type of bike you had as long as you had one. You were pretty cool if you had the pegs at the back and could let someone ride with you down the street to the convenience store. Your words were your own. No AI to rewrite it and scrub it for inadequacies. I just miss being. This world has become unrecognizabl. Why canât we all just bring our bikes to the end of the street corner or that one friendsâ house like old times?
Feb 11, 2025
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When I think about it, I think most of my nostalgia stems from being a child because I was unequivocally aware that I was filled with joy and trusting my present state. I was able to thrive in naivety because I was around people who had my best interest at heart. I didn't feel heartbreak simply because I was a child and had no purpose to date. I never felt true betrayal (even on the contrary of my second grade best friend randomly becoming my third grade bully...or attempted bully). My friends lived next door and on hot summer days we stayed outside from sun up til the street lights came on. Riding around the neighborhood on our bikes, buying candy from the corner store, then playing hopscotch with the bigger kids across the street. The nostalgia to truly feel free from the complexities that I face daily with interactions.
I look back and my sisters and brothers were always around. I think about the days where we danced and sang songs. Never aware that that day was the last day where we are under the same roof, laughing and mocking but with so much love in our hearts that we don't care. We just feel good.
Apr 24, 2024
it makes me think of a time that I think I lived through but I can't really remember much
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Hey tyler hopefully this doesnât violate some PI.FYI golden rule
But after nearly two years of writing, editing and arguing, my book about the EP is coming out in May and can be preordered here:
https://hozacrecords.com/product/aifl/
The book is about the origins, history and cultural impact of the EP since these little objects first started coming out in the 50s.
Over 50 of my music biz friends then helped me shape the list and review the top 200 ever released, according to us (ha).
For those of you who are into this kind of geekery/snobbery, I canât wait to hear what you think. A labor of love, as all books are! â€ïž
Mar 27, 2024
âSongs Of a Lost Worldâ coming to a goth listening station near you Nov 1 đ€
The fr FW Me Friday the 13th the world was looking for
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I will fail to explain just how much this band meant to me in the 90s.
So I will borrow from AV Club who did a fine job of distilling it:
âUnwound is the best band of the â90s. Not just because of how prolific, consistent, and uncompromising it was, but because of how perfectly Unwound nested in a unique space between some of the most vital forms of music that decade: punk, post-rock, indie rock, post-hardcore, slow-core, and experimental noise. That jumble of subgenres doesnât say much; in fact, it falls far short of what Unwound truly synthesized and stood for. Unwound stood for Unwound. But in a decade where most bands were either stridently earnest or stridently ironic, Unwound wasnât stridently anything. It was only itself. In one sense Unwound was the quietest band of the â90s, skulking around like a nerdy terror cell. In another sense it was the loudest, sculpting raw noise into contorted visions of inner turmoil and frustration.â
R.I.P. Vern Rumsey.
This is their finest song, from their finest album.
I really canât say enough about the sheer bloody minded genius of this group. đ€
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