3 posts tagged “nostalgia”
Whilst paying a visit to my dear friend Alex Ryan this past weekend not only did we have the pleasure of reveling in our newfound egomania (courtesy of Twitter), but we also had a chance to give his freshly fan-delivered Sega CD a spin. I was dumbfounded by all of the fabulous FMV's I had missed out on with this console as I was only privvy to the likes of the non-fancified Sega Genesis when I was younger. Double Switch starring Corey Haim? How could I have missed something like that!
There was one game that we played however that I was very familiar with. An overwhelming sense of nostalgia cast over me as we guided ourselves through the barely discernible pixelated landscapes, yielding memories of pajama Saturdays sitting alongside my brother at the computer playing the same impossible levels over and over again. I couldn't help but capture a moment in the game to cherish, but can you tell what game it was?
(don't let that PBR soak your feathers too much, Mr. Pigin ^_^. and as always, super hip besos back at you)
It remains so cold
In the space between my Vans
And footless leggings
I'm rolling my eyes
At your Brooklyn Heights brownstone.
iPod: Wolfmother
Unicorn tote bag
Holds metal LPs and—shhh—
LSAT study sheets
From Chip Harlan, Rock Star
OMG I just
Saw David Cross at Warsaw
Checking out my moves
My hipster girlfriend
Like my Silver Jews albums
Japanese Import
From Patrick Mortensen, the Illustrious
I know Atari
She knows only Nintendo
Generation gap
Super Mario:
Its dulcet music soothes me
It's on my iPod
I have made it to the east and it is wet. It has been pouring all day long as the entire student body moves on to campus. Only after I have moved everything into the kitchen, picked up my keys, had an official 'back to campus' party evening, and recieved three backed up issues of Wired from my school mailbox do I have time to post. The desk is set, the speakers at moderate blast, my keychain is full but my room is empty, and this is only the beginning. There is much left to do.
Leaving home was a bit more difficult than I had
imagined. Everyone from work gave me a tremendously warm goodbye,
and I still wish that I didn't have to clear my desk and run so quickly
back home on the 5:30 train that evening. Immediatly after, I
drove to have my last family dinner at a favorite Chinese restaurant
Chef Chu's. Both of my siblings then left the house for the
evening before I left; my brother was in socal for his freshman year
orientation and my sister was at her first highschool's dance.
Packing to leave a vacant house is somewhat unsettling, so I took the
opportunity that evening to get a few snapshots of the dying hours of
sunlight that hung over my backyard all summer.
Its always hard to follow up an incredible summer with a window view
of soggy lawns and dripping street lamps. I'm not entirely in my
element yet, but I know I will have to get on the boat and start racing
before I can get my senses together. I've only been here
two days and I already have four meetings set up for thursday and
friday. It's going to be a long semester but its going to go quick.
