Top of My Christmas List, 1990.

My parents didn’t budge. My family and expensive sneakers have never been on what you might call speaking terms. Plus, I’ll just outgrow them.

I don’t use words like exquisite very often, but these were like Zoey Deschanel in Elf. Miraculous.

The Story Behind “The Politics of LOST” Posters and Some Paleo-Futurism of My Own

Christopher Cocca

When I hunkered down with fiction last year, I took many, many old posts off-line as a way of resetting my own internal narrative and focusing on a very different way of writing.  I’ve talked about that a few times on this blog since.  I had the sense that I needed to let the fiction I was writing say everything I was wanting to say, and it was a good choice for me then.  Between now and May, I’ll be writing fiction more intensely than ever, but I’m also thinking about blogging (and nonfiction in general) in new ways.   This year, I have the creative room (and patience) for both.  See kids, getting older’s not so bad.

I was looking over some old posts to re-release today (digitally remastered in sweet, sweet mono) and I found this explanation behind the genesis of the LOST posters I shared on Saturday.  Credit where credit is due:  my wife was the inspiration behind that project.  I also forgot that the creator of the Obama Poster maker website that I used came by to comment on the post.  It’s funny how time flies and how quickly you forget things.  Adjusted thoughts on aging: +1 for patience, -1 for memory.

I similarly found “What The Future Used to Look Like“.  It started with the idea that terraforming the universe is our moral duty as creatures and ended up being a free-association/stream-of-consciousness thing about the politics of futurism.

When you have a minute, consider looking over your own old posts or journal entries and see if you don’t surprise yourself.  What were you writing about this time two years ago?

Love, Again, Is a Mixtape

At the end of the last decade (this post is from 2010), we were curating so much loss.  Mostly of physical artifact.  I can’t find the quote below, but if memory serves, it was from a page at ThinkGeek selling USB drives. 

“Mixtapes are a lost art in a dead medium.

The Mixtape is a fine art that is threatened by the loss of the medium. Two channel analog magnetic tape is disappearing in favor of MP3 files. A mixtape is a snapshot of your musical and social tastes during the brief period in which you created it. That summer in 1992, maybe your mixtape was full of Stone Temple Pilots, Morrissey, Toad The Wet Sprocket, The Cure, and audio-clips from Blade Runner. You gave that tape to your girlfriend. She dumped you, but not because of that mixtape. That was awesome!

Check. this. out.

I’m glad I’m old enough to have done this on real magnetic tape once upon a time.  Remember taping things from the radio?  The best.   A few months ago I found a tape I made of a local radio station circa 1994.  Almost too beautiful to handle.