Cantaloop
Us3, 1993.
For some reason, the strongest memory this song evokes is of my kitchen in San Francisco, and of me grabbing yet another Henry Weinhard’s from the refrigerator.
I drank way too many of those in 1993.
What exactly does it say about me that when I recently stumbled upon a dirty picture of a boy impaled on a water bottle, I paid very little attention to the boy himself, nor to the slightly disturbing fact that he had a water bottle shoved up his ass, but immediately noticed that the bottle itself was from Publix, a Florida supermarket chain?
No, I’m not going to link to the picture here.
Other random thoughts during this brief break on a very busy Monday:
- The hubby and I had lots of fun at the big Shepherd Center book sale last week, although I didn’t find any mislabeled pornography like I did last year.
- After two semesters in grad school, I can safely say the idea that younger people are more “wired” and tech savvy than people in my age group is something of a false generalization. I think commentators are mistaking “nimble fingers capable of sending text messages really fast” or “familiarity with MySpace” for actual technological knowledge (like the ability to use a computer or put together a website).
- This is a surprisingly useful service. I’ve recently used it to convert DOCX files to something I can use and to convert PDF files to Word or RTF format. It handles a variety of video and graphics formats too, but I already have most of these covered.
- No, the photo above has nothing to do with anything else in the post. Thanks for asking.
Happenstance
The dB’s, 1982.
Solid
Ashford & Simpson, 1984.
Starry Eyes
The Records, 1979.
So I guess this week I’m stuck in 1979. Interestingly enough, this song (which I later decided may have been my favorite pop song ever) also just happened to be the first song I remember being introduced to initially through a music video.
This was at a time when “music video” really meant “promo clip that you send to music shows on TV so you don’t have to appear in person and lip sync”. The show where I first saw it, I remember, was an odd syndicated show called “Twiggy’s Jukebox” hsted by the famous ex-model. In fact, I don’t think I’d ever seen the video again until today.
Looks like Bev Perdue has brought out the big guns.
Life in Tokyo
Japan, 1979.
Did you get threatened with a frivolous lawsuit this weekend?
I also took a much-needed day off on Saturday and drove to Lynchburg, Virginia. Mainly because it was there. I don’t envision a repeat performance anytime in the near future, though, exciting as it may be to visit the place where Jerry Falwell died.
Lost Without Your Love
Jacqui Brooks, 1984.
I seem to be trapped in 1984 this week.
Random thoughts for a Monday evening:
- In case you thought Winston-Salem was some southern backwater, I offer the photo above as proof that it’s not. We’ve gotsyphillis prevention ads in Spansih on the backs our buses just like they have in the big city.
- Now that I’m a member of the American Library Association, I get email advertising things like discounts on microfilm scanners. And I find that vaguely exciting.
I’m sorry. I usually try for a minimum of three, but two’s all I’ve got tonight.