[338/365] time capsule
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cosmolinguistAnother version of looking back on the decade is going around, this time looking at our blogs from that long ago. I've enjoyed reading snippets of other people's blog posts, so here's some of mine from this month in 2009 (with the occasional comment from now in square brackets).
December 2
It’s lovely to havediffrentcolours around to talk about black holes with when other people sitting around our table in the café are loudly discussing vaginas and suchlike.
[I have no idea who we were with (I didn't say any more about it; the rest of the entry is about black holes). But it sounds like a bi thing.]
December 3
There seems to have been some kind of Internet memo I missed (thank god; I have after all been trying to spend less time in front of the computer, especially after realizing how much more time I had that week I deleted all my Google Reader feeds... of course some of them are back now, but a) not as many and b) I’m more cavalier about ignoring some stuff that turns up there).
December 6
Tonight wants to be another night.
Tonight wants, for some reason, to be sleeping upstairs at my grandparents’ house. Not where I sleep now, when I stay there, but where I slept when I was younger, in the other bedroom, the one with the big iron bed that squeaked when you moved, slowly swayed as your brother or your cousin stirred in his or her sleep next to you.
This is where we were carried when sleep finally caught up with us, despite the candy and the new toys we got as presents, on Christmas Eve as the adults stayed up to play cards.
[I get so nostalgic this time of year...]
December 7
Anyway [Alan Bennett] just got asked about his “asking a man crawling across a desert whether he wants Perrier or Malvern water” quote and said “It’s absolutely true. Any sex going you go for it! Didn’t really matter what side it was on. There’s been something of both in my life, but not enough of either. But I think most people would say that.”
[This is back when I still listened to Radio 4! Even Front Row?!]
December 18
Not only did Andrew sing a little song last night that went
I got coffee
I got biscuits
I got Holly
Who could ask for anything more?
December 30
This [Christmas] wasn’t about material things, even though I got to give the presents I bought for my family. It wasn’t about love and togetherness even though I got to see almost everybody I was expecting to. It was about framing. It was about the vast and often-underrated importance of how we structure the narratives we tell ourselves about our lives, what we chose to emphasize or ignore in the inevitable filtering process of creating stories and memories that are strengthened by repetition down familiar brain pathways. Thus my mom apparently thinks I had a depressing, disappointing Christmas. I think I had an adventure....
one of those people was telling me this was the most snow we’d had at Christmas since 1946. This is hardcore history here.
And I’m thrilled to be a part of it. I grew up with people telling stories about things I hadn’t seen or been or done, and now I’m starting to have stories like that of my own, and that means a lot to me. Especially when it means I can continue to feel a part of the community I’ve left behind, fifty weeks of the year, but don’t want to lose touch with any more than I have to.
December 2
It’s lovely to have
diffrentcolours around to talk about black holes with when other people sitting around our table in the café are loudly discussing vaginas and suchlike.[I have no idea who we were with (I didn't say any more about it; the rest of the entry is about black holes). But it sounds like a bi thing.]
December 3
There seems to have been some kind of Internet memo I missed (thank god; I have after all been trying to spend less time in front of the computer, especially after realizing how much more time I had that week I deleted all my Google Reader feeds... of course some of them are back now, but a) not as many and b) I’m more cavalier about ignoring some stuff that turns up there).
December 6
Tonight wants to be another night.
Tonight wants, for some reason, to be sleeping upstairs at my grandparents’ house. Not where I sleep now, when I stay there, but where I slept when I was younger, in the other bedroom, the one with the big iron bed that squeaked when you moved, slowly swayed as your brother or your cousin stirred in his or her sleep next to you.
This is where we were carried when sleep finally caught up with us, despite the candy and the new toys we got as presents, on Christmas Eve as the adults stayed up to play cards.
[I get so nostalgic this time of year...]
December 7
Anyway [Alan Bennett] just got asked about his “asking a man crawling across a desert whether he wants Perrier or Malvern water” quote and said “It’s absolutely true. Any sex going you go for it! Didn’t really matter what side it was on. There’s been something of both in my life, but not enough of either. But I think most people would say that.”
[This is back when I still listened to Radio 4! Even Front Row?!]
December 18
Not only did Andrew sing a little song last night that went
I got coffee
I got biscuits
I got Holly
Who could ask for anything more?
December 30
This [Christmas] wasn’t about material things, even though I got to give the presents I bought for my family. It wasn’t about love and togetherness even though I got to see almost everybody I was expecting to. It was about framing. It was about the vast and often-underrated importance of how we structure the narratives we tell ourselves about our lives, what we chose to emphasize or ignore in the inevitable filtering process of creating stories and memories that are strengthened by repetition down familiar brain pathways. Thus my mom apparently thinks I had a depressing, disappointing Christmas. I think I had an adventure....
one of those people was telling me this was the most snow we’d had at Christmas since 1946. This is hardcore history here.
And I’m thrilled to be a part of it. I grew up with people telling stories about things I hadn’t seen or been or done, and now I’m starting to have stories like that of my own, and that means a lot to me. Especially when it means I can continue to feel a part of the community I’ve left behind, fifty weeks of the year, but don’t want to lose touch with any more than I have to.
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Date: 2019-12-05 06:48 pm (UTC)If you've got any spare time when you're in the states, and you're within an hour or two drive of the cities, I'd be interested in meeting up with you in person. I have a van. Will travel.