Posts Tagged ‘1988’

Minor Anniversary

20 June 2008

Dear J-

We’re leaving work a little bit early today; as I’ve heard, the way they’ve shut down our legacy applications prior to firing up the new ones — indeed, prior to even giving us access to any of these new ones — it’s kinda like asking us to jump from a horse to a stagecoach, like you see in so many movies, except that they’ve shot the horse out from under us.

Meanwhile, I’ve completely failed to recognize the 20th anniversary of Earth*Star Voyager, which was a two-part miniseries that aired on The Wonderful World of Disney (this, durng the Eisner era) when I was looking for anything space or science fiction-related on television.  Two things in particular stand out in my memory:  setting up the rail gun, which they did under great duress; and the whole ship fitting, like a key, into a larger structure.  That all dovetailed nicely with my teenage conspiracy/hidden meanings/superstition life, when I believed in buildings being secret ectoplasmic antennae (Ghostbusters) or honeycombed with secret laboratories (Real Genius).  Hollywood’s got a lot of explaining to do, damnit.

I suppose that’s why the idea of urban exploration appeals to me; it’s like archaeology where you stand a good chance of finding out the answers (usually the history is documented someplace, and digging that up is usually as entertaining as wandering through abandoned places) and the risks are, relatively speaking, fairly low.  How many of my age group are convinced that there’s some treasure map hidden behind an old painting (The Goonies)?  Who’s worked some puzzle devices (you know, “slip the ring off the triangle” kinds of toys), convinced that there’s some practical application?

I read end-of-the-world apocalyptic tales sometimes (The Stand, On the Beach, etc.) and marvel less at the tragedy of so many lost, more at the possibilities of the ruins standing as epitaphs to our lives.  I think I’ve discussed Motel of the Mysteries here before — David Macaulay, of Pyramid, City, Castle, Cathedral, etc. fame envisions latter-day archaeologists excavating a contemporary strip motel (Motel 6-ish) and hilariously misinterpreting their discoveries; chief amongst these delights are the Sacred Points.  There’s lots of fun to be had out there, piecing together a story from fragments.

Mike

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The Nicest Yearbook Entry

5 November 2006

Dawn Mosher, I have your 1992 yearbook. It’s my oversight — I chose not to buy any sort of class of ’92 memorabilia (stupid stupid stupid), so when one came available on eBay, I jumped at it. Embarrassingly, my hairstyle hasn’t improved from those 1992 photographs.

*****

The last two years of junior high, after that first awful shock of having everyone in the school district in your classes, were somewhat better. I settled down a little bit and got yearbooks those years. Most of the time, I didn’t have to use too much whiteout to let my parents peer through them, not that the words were so bad, they just leered frighteningly bold and real from the pages. The nicest entry I ever read in my yearbook was written by someone I hardly knew beyond bumping into a few times in class and yet seemed perceive me more clearly than I even saw myself.

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