Tag: nostalgia

  • AIM IS DEAD! LONG LIVE AIM!

    AIM IS DEAD! LONG LIVE AIM!

    AIM IS DEAD!
    LONG LIVE AIM!

    AOL Instant Messenger died a silent death today. It was announced many months ago that the messaging service would cease to exist in December.

    And today? It was over.
    DEAD..

    From AOL:

    We know there are so many loyal fans who have used AIM for decades; and we loved working and building the first chat app of its kind since 1997. Our focus will always be on providing the kind of innovative experiences consumers want. We’re more excited than ever to focus on building the next generation of iconic brands and life-changing products.

    I, like YOU, spent countless nights in the late 90s and early 2000s getting to the know the Internet while spending time in AIM. My name was Loomicide. And now… It’s AIMicicde. Gone.

    And the saddest of all? YOUR BUDDY LIST IS GONE.

    Can I save my Buddy List?
    Unfortunately you are not able to save or export your Buddy List.

    The net is reborn every hour.

    But those old days of the wild NET west?…..they are the the days that will never come back again.

    RIP.

  • Video rental nostalgia

    Video rental nostalgia

    If you’re like me, this old artwork from Blockbuster video gives you a rush of nostalgia.. a sudden burst of memories come flooding back about spending LOTS of time at places like this. Or maybe Hollywoood Video. Or perhaps your local video rental dive, where VHSs and DVDs were mixed together, and a whole shelf existed to rent old Wrestlemanias and Nintendo and Super Nintendo games.

    These were the days.. The sunlight dimming across the ancient sky. And all the while you endless walked through mazes of video aisles trying to find the perfect video.

    Be kind.

    Rewind.

    But time will never go back. The present time is here to stay. At least for this fleeting moment of our existence.. 

  • Watching 9/11 all year long

    Watching 9/11 all year long

     
    I have always struggled to know why I, along with many others, watch footage of 911 every year … also several times throughout the year. It seems ghoulish, it seems like we just relive a snuff film in real time every moment. For me, there is a sense of guilt that comes with it because of how it can also induce nostalgia. 

    For me, I become nostalgic for the year I turned 21, the moment when my youth seemed the most buoyant and yet obnoxious.. and a time when things seemed much more simple.

    Ever since the events of that day occurred headlines about it have been taken over by Xenaphobia, warmongers, and conspiracy theories of all nature.  If you were listening to the talking heads and pundits, then you most likely have been told the exact reason why 9/11 occurred.  Some will give you the backstory on the government officials that they believe were actually behind it. 

    Others will tell you about how we should have bombed Middle Eastern countries to smithereens because of their support of the terrorists.  A few may point out how inept American leadership was in the summer leading up to the event. Remember that memo given to Bush during his August vacation ??  

    We do this all the time, we relive the nasty events and try to shad them in a civilized way.  People strive to bring some common sense and normalcy of thought progression as to why things occurred.

    But I don’t believe that is why we watch footage of 9/11, and not why we relive the same 102 minutes time after time.

    I actually think the reason is quite simple.

    For the raw emotion.

    The true and visceral raw emotion that it brings, it seems real. We can relive those days when commercials along with TV coverage of the mundane and trivial was all we cared about. September 11 was the end of the Seinfeld era, the conclusion of the decade about nothing. Stock markets were strong, mortgage loans being given out like candy.. the conclusion came, though, and the piper was paid.

    I can recall the footage of the today show one Bryant Gumbel was cautiously curious as to why some would say the second plane flying into a building was a purposeful act.  Because we were naïve, because we were innocent. A generation that grew up lost in space forgot the space that they were in. The dotcom bubble was first, then everything burst at 9 AM on September  11th..

     

    When I watch coverage from those moments, when I view the footage again, and when I relive my own emotions and memories from that day, I don’t do it in any joy of those who perished.
    When viewing those television moments prior to the breaking news, I actually feel in some strange way like 911 will not happen. When I watch the footage of the ‘Everybody loves Raymond’ interview on CBS before the first plane hit, or the fact that Nokia stock was up 5% and Motorola was closing on CNN, I feel like the next moments actually will not occur. 

    An impossibility..

    Because we all know what occurs next, we all know the planes crash and that the Pentagon is it in that building is fall down, that President Bush is flown around the nation and Dick Cheney is in a bunker in no mans land. We all know that the speaker of the house is rushed out of DC and that news coverage comes to grips with the fact that their world, along with ours, has been changed forever with them only mere seconds.

    But we still watch, and I don’t believe we watch because it’s fun. I believe we watch because even to this day we have not come to grips with this moment and we have not been able to actually make sense of what we saw.

    We’ve gone to war, we debated who is behind the events, we have become divided as a nation and almost 20 years later a much more racist and bigoted world. None of it had to happen, but it did. And we watch the coverage of this day to feel that true and raw emotion because somehow perhaps we get united in our sadness in our anger. Even if it’s only for 102 minutes and it goes away once the replay on YouTube has ended. 


  • THIS WAS MAD MAGAZINE FROM MARCH 1992..During the prime of…

    THIS WAS MAD MAGAZINE FROM MARCH 1992..During the prime of…

    THIS WAS MAD MAGAZINE FROM MARCH 1992..

    During the prime of Professional Wrestling, at least in my life..

    The stars pictured on the cover were big names.. Earthquake..Undertaker..Hogan..Warrior…Alfred..

    I actually fondly recall having this issue, and keeping it around for years. From time to time I paged through it again.. It’s one of those back issues that somehow over the years I lost track of. It has vanished, despite my (sad) collection of old magazines, including several issues of MAD. This one, somehow, is gone..

    But in my memory? It exists ..
    Thanks for leaving such an indelible mark, Mad..

  • DREAMING OF A BLUE HORDAK FOR CHRISTMAS!

    DREAMING OF A BLUE HORDAK FOR CHRISTMAS!

    DREAMING OF A BLUE HORDAK FOR CHRISTMAS!

    Not sure if anyone is looking for any last minute Christmas gifts for me.. but if so, find this amazing BLUE Hordak *true to the SHE-RA series and now the gray and black colors of typical actual figure paint jobs* … I saw the photograph of the REAL Hordak on the HE-MAN.ORG website..  I would pay to own this and add to my collection.

    When I was a kid in the 80s, I never knew that the REAL types of figures existed. You just had to be in the right country and place to find them.

    I recall the back of the HE-MAN boxes. There was a collect them all message with photos of the other action figures you can get. I always noticed the photos of the figures were just a BIT different than the actual action figures I found at my local KAY B toy store.. IT always upset me a bit that my HE-MAN and MAN AT ARMS didn’t look like they did in the cartoon, and that the back of the box showcased them to look exactly how they should look.. and in my hands was just the normal old boring HE-MAN and MAN AT ARMS.

    But … the blue Hordak? Now THAT is the figure to have..

    I also was checking this out on Amazon. Looks like a really cool book.. ANOTHER amazing gift idea (hint hint

    Looks like a great, great book

     

     

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  • THE BOMBING OF BLAIR WITCH. SOME PROCLAIM THE END OF ‘FOUND FOOTAGE’ HORROR.. I SAY IT’S JUST YOUR USUAL GENERATIONAL SHIFT

    THE BOMBING OF BLAIR WITCH. SOME PROCLAIM THE END OF ‘FOUND FOOTAGE’ HORROR.. I SAY IT’S JUST YOUR USUAL GENERATIONAL SHIFT

    IT’S OVER! Sorta…
    The found horror movie crave is behind us.. So says Variety.. In an article celebrating the box office bomb that is the new BLAIR WITCH, the author, Owen Gleibermein, seems to celebrate the upcoming demise of the found horror movie. He also correctly points out that the demise may be far from happening–but the big profits of found movies may be over..

    Horror is cyclical..
    There may be some who have actually read postings of mine over the past many years. Thank you if you did. If you didn’t, this concept may be lost on you, so you let me explain my theory. A theory based off of observation and age..

    I think horror movies and professional wrestling are allegories for the time that they originate.. the theme of any wrestling storyline or subject matter or popularity of a horror movie concept directly showcase the feelings, attitudes, and experiences of the generation that those said wrestling stories or horror movies come from.


    The 1980s.. campy.. Ronald Reagan … The rise of the Christian right. The allegories abounded–Jason Vorhees from FRIDAY THE 13TH was as much a serial killer with a hockey mask as he was a Godlike figure who killed the sinners like a storyline from the Old Testament. Freddy Kreuger was a murderer in sleep, just as in the 80s what hurt us was behind covers. Wrestling? Hulkamania with the American flag and vitamins galore … Wrestling took on the campy feel and actually felt good. When Hulk Hogan beat the Iron Sheik, that fiction felt real .. as he dropped the leg on the Sheik and became champion, America had a feeling that reality just took place.


    The 90s mocked the 80s. SCREAM made fun of the whole concept of 80s slashers… WES CRAVEN’S NEW NIGHTMARE attempted to kill off Freddy. Wish it would have. Stone Cold Steve Austin also chugged beer after body slamming authority on Monday Night RAW. The 80s kids grew up and moved into a new era…

    In the 2000s, after 9/11 and torture policies, the SAW films became emblematic of torture porn… we accepted more blood and guts. Gore and torture.. Horror films showcased who we were—warfare and death on live TV, streaming online and on Facebook mobile. We see it all. Nothing more can be seen.. nothing more can be shocking.. We have become something from a horror movie itself…

    So the death of found footage? Found footage is just a vehicle to deliver a theme. The theme of horror films..

    And found footage is cheap. I don’t think it is going away, but certainly waning in popularity..

    The good news: It seems like, as we move from torture into a new generation of desiring peace, we want storylines again. We want themes again that matter–big themes about life and death. Concepts that are move than just a few scares.  The films IT FOLLOWS and BABADOOK are prime examples.. they portray women as victim and heroine, the ‘monsters’ are figureative and thematic.. and we get scared because the darkness of our minds is much more frightening than someone sawing their leg off to escape a demented killer.

    We are maturing.. we are changing. And with it, so will wrestling and horror movies.


    I end with a cautionary note… There is a chance that if Donald Trump wins, a remeregence of nationalism will come .. flags will wave.. and yes, the 1980s will be back in spirit. Expect a new Hulk Hogan. And slasher films.

    Because just as much as horror and wrestling are thematic of the times we live in, life itself is cyclical.

  • Rainbow over nostalgia street

    Rainbow over nostalgia street

    Yesterday, May 15 2016, was a peculiar day of weather in Northeastern Pennsylvania.Cold, rain.. heavy rain.. sun.. SLEET, SNOW! And hail. All of that in the span of about 12 hours.

    I said snow. Strange for May. Of course in the 1800s we had a season with no summer, hope that won’t happen in ’16 but it sure felt it yesterday.

    But one image I wanted to share. In the aftermath of the rain and snow and storm clouds, rainbows were popping up everywhere. Some dramatic photos showed up on my news feed on Facebook and Instagram. I stole one photo from my sister in law that shows a beautiful rainbow. The picture is unfiltered, nothing added … and the rainbow appears to be directly where St. Mauritius Church stood until only a few months back.


    You may recall that I wrote about the structure as it was being torn down last year.. 

    And now, a reminder of a building that was once there on a cold day in May.

  • Retail hell and the murder of malls

    Retail hell and the murder of malls

    So often, it seems that I am posting “end times” stories on this website. End times for schools in my area.. for churches.. for stores.. End times for the fabric of the once strong and proud coal region of Pennsylvania.. End times for so many things.

    Believe it or not, I am mostly a positive person with some negative traits. While admiring those who can see the glass half full all of the time, I strive for that. But lately, things in this area could not be more depressed..

    This past weekend, after 20 years of existence, another store in my local mall shuddered and fell by the wayside. Black Diamond antiques in the Schuylkill Mall, Frackville PA.. it was a strange little place, filled with coveted items of yesterday, trinkets that had no specific meaning but most likely meant a lot to someone who passed away within the last 100 years, and old relics like typewriters, newspapers, and He-Man toys. As a matter of fact, I was able to mostly recreate my entire stock of He-Man toys that were tossed into the garbage late 20th century. My son Ayden gets the collection now. He was upset this weekend to learn that Black Diamond’s He-Man selection will vanish.

    The problem with malls is that it is not 1989 anymore. Music stores? No need.. fast food? Less interest.. Specialty shops? Amazon!

    Just as malls killed main street, Walmart killed malls. Walmart is being slowly impaled on the information superhighway, along with the remaining malls that still survive to today. People have no need for brick and mortar when they can click and order. It’s just the way of the world..

    Will these same Amazon shoppers miss malls? Maybe not. A friend of mine complicit in the death of retail shopping holds no guilt. He is fine with the choices he made, completely lavishes in the speed of his goods being shipped and can’t wait for the day when drones can do it.

    But those jobs!? (minimum wage, of course.. but summer employment for students and year round employment for seniors… all gone.)

     

    I have been long enamored with the fate of malls. I always sensed it would happen. I am sure you did, too. Nothing after all lasts forever.

    I have fond memories of teenage years, scavenging the mall for things to do but finding little. These days, teenagers in the mall would actually be a welcome site—back in the 90s they were always kicked out. Now they doors would be left wide open for ANYONE to come in.

    I don’t give my own local mall too much longer.


    The Schuylkill Mall even ended up on Deadmalls.com in 2006. No updates since that …

    About a year and a half ago, I decided to call the mall management and give them some ideas. I actually penned them and typed them up, making a concise list of practical things I think they could do to replenish shoppers or even have new ideas that don’t involve shopping. One idea was to quit playing 80s music—that generation is gone and there’s no getting it back. Other ideas was an commerce center, indoor farm and market, and lots of free rent for a few months to spawn independent restaurants.

    However this was before I completely read the graffiti on the bathroom stall like the holy scripture of the shopping mall: things aren’t coming back. Maybe there will be a few places.. but not many. Malls are gone. Main street USA is boarded up and not reopening. Jobs are vanquished. Drugs dominate. Towns that once celebrated sundown now fear it. The dead eyes of night stare at empty store fronts and peer into windows of dilapidated structures.

    With all that said, I am positive for the future. Somehow.

    But things indeed are changing.

    The future will be drone delivered.

    Perhaps what I will miss most? The photos of people trampling each other on Black Friday.

  • The 33-year-old photo, signed sealed and delivered

    The 33-year-old photo, signed sealed and delivered

    In May of 2015, I posted a photograph of my son Ayden in a store that was closing in my mall. In the article, I mentioned how similar the photo looked to one taken of me, when I was three years old, in Centralia Pennsylvania.  I have the photograph of myself.  I did not publish it due to copyright issues. It was from a book called SLOW BURN, a 1980s photodocumentary with pictures taken by Renée Jacobs.

    For those who don’t know much about Centralia, an underground mine fire started decades ago. A series of bad missteps from officials and twists and turns of neighborly breakdowns occurred, and the town went from 2000 people to … just about zero. The town has also become a tourist attraction, it’s home to the famed graffiti highway, and the movie SILENT HILL was based on it. An upcoming project promises a television series based on the town.

     

    THIRTY YEARS LATER.

    I constantly peruse through historical documents, not only of life itself but of my own personal existence. I can be nostalgic when unneeded.. but I also believe a bit of self recollection helps maturity.

    In that regard, I reached out to photographer Renée Jacobs. It’s funny. I was pictured in the book on page 13 standing next to a borehole in my back yard, and my parents were both quoted. I actually recall it .. Vaguely at best. But I recall the moment! I remember the exact time it was taken.  It was warm.. I recall the smells..  The picture is in black and white, but I have it in my mind in vivid color.. That is probably how most of your lives are too, you can think back and pinpoint a single action during your early toddler or childhood years. Just a brief moment in time, one captured with a feeling. My feeling at the time the picture was taken: Confusion and sadness. Friends were vanishing. Houses were too.. I loved watching demolition teams come in and destroy entire blocks of row homes.. it wasn’t until I grew up more that I realized they were destroying my hometown from top to bottom.

    After my contact to Ms. Jacobs, I received something in the mail, and I could not be more ecstatic.

     

    THANK YOU!

    Renée Jacobs sent my an autographed print of page 13, featuring the young me with wide eyes and a future to come, along with a note.

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    The work on Jacobs’ website is stunning and beautiful. It may not be for the WORK atmosphere. A link to her page,  http://www.reneejacobs.com/,  comes perhaps with a bit of caution..

    Renée Jacobs’ black and white fine art nude photography gives the viewer a luxurious peek into the ultra-sensual world of the feminine. Beyond sexy, her photographs are dreamy and secretive, daring and alluring. Her subjects give Renée their trust and the result is a collaborative journey which fulfills fantasies.

    Jacobs’ work has been exhibited and celebrated around the world. She also received the prestigious International Photography Award for Fine Art Nude.  Her 2009 & 2010 photo calendars went to #1 on Amazon. She had work as a photojournalist. Just recently, an announcement came from Duke University: 

    The Archive of Documentary Arts, a part of the David M. Rubenstein Rare Book & Manuscript Library at Duke University, is pleased to announce its recent acquisition of Renée Jacobs’ archive of her project Slow Burn: A Photodocument of Centralia, Pennslyvania. Slow Burn, first published in 1986 by University of Pennsylvania Press, chronicles Centralia’s demise from an underground coal mine fire and depicts a singular epic event in Pennsylvania history, representing the confluence of environmental, scientific, bureaucratic, and emotional tragedies

     

    I love this part of her bio: “Her first book, Slow Burn: A Photodocument of Centralia, Pennsylvania was originally published in 1986 and re-issued in 2010 to favorable reviews in The New York Times Review of Books and photo-eye.  After a 15 year detour as a civil rights lawyer, Renée returned to photography. ”

    A detour in life! One that takes you away from your passion and zeal..your Zest for life and creative spirit.

    I am sure she was a fine attorney.
    Looking at her photos, I am glad she returned back from the detour.

     

    And Renée, I couldn’t be more appreciate and ecstatic over the personal note and photo.

    Thank you.

  • Malls once meant something to people. Now they have become empty shells of history

    Malls once meant something to people. Now they have become empty shells of history

    Though I mocked the entire process of Black Friday, I did venture out for a bit yesterday just to peruse a few local shopping centers. These locations are in trouble. They have been for some time. Not even Black Friday could save them. They were desolate and empty, Christmas music was blaring loudly and echoing through almost empty corridors. And even though other malls may have been busier places, the nationwide verdict is in: People didn’t go out in big numbers for Black Friday, or Thanksgiving night just as well. It was a bust..

    I went to lunch with a friend and actually purchase most of my gifts waiting for my sandwich by shopping online. I didn’t hit complete order yet, but the cart is awaiting my approval. In a few days I’ll get my gifts in the mail. The gifts I want, the name brands I want. I think the days of malls are over.. perhaps even the days of Walmart would theoretically be coming as well.

    What are we losing in that process though?
    Malls were the plaza of pop culture, the place where families went for an entire evening out. I recall fond memories myself, with my sister getting ‘lost’ in the mall with friends while my mother and father allowed me to check the racks of the toy store for the newest He-Man action figure.

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    We have moved on from the mall scene. It’s over. Those remaining are desperate.. a few may survive. Some may even somehow thrive. But by the time this year is over, I think lots of malls are going to figure out that it was their last Christmas. Perhaps even mine.

    MASHABLE is running a good story called 1989 AMERICA’S MALLS. This was a prime time. I remember that is when I was five.. BATMAN was in theaters… Retail was strong. Bon Ton still wrapped gifts.. and life was good.  The MASHABLE article profiles Michael Galinsky’s photoset of malls that he started taking in 1989. There are no themes to his photos. Instead just moments captured in time in 1989.  They are reminders of the iconic mall’s stance in our collective lives. TIME magazine has the story behind the photoset, one that was revealed a few years ago now.

    Fast forward to now.

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    Seph Lawless, my favorite photographer who risks jail time to get the perfect picture, is offering up a book just in time for Christmas on his website called BLACK FRIDAY SEASON IN THE SIZE OF DAYS. It shows abandoned malls in all four seasons.. Winter spring summer and fall.. it gives us a glimpse of what has occurred in the malls that once housed our romantic love, our fun nights out, and a dinners with families on a Sunday afternoon..

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