All posts filed under: Nostalgia

Humanity | 2-oz. Read | Blog

A LAMENT FOR CHEESY ROBOTS

Social media tried to connect us. And before that it was computers, which followed landline phones and so on. And those technologies were successful, to a point. That’s because they hurt us as well. Those achievements gradually lowered us into a virtual reality that, over time, evaporated what it means to be human. You see, digital is fake. It’s 0s and 1s that, with the help of light and electricity, create objects and experiences we recognize from the physical world. We think we’re pressing keys, we assume a notification is tantamount to a human voice, and we decide that pixels mimic bricks. It’s an elaborate magic trick—”smart” stuff—because what we’re participating in is nothing more than a series of taps on a flat screen. Remove the bells and whistles, turn off the light, and cut the power, and what remains is a flat surface that is no more magnificent than a table top. But most listen to the dings and pops; many are glued to the glow; a multitude refuse to cut the cord. And …

Father Time Killed the Atari Dream | 2-oz. Read | Blog

FATHER TIME KILLED THE ATARI DREAM

I speak a unique language because I lived in the 70s & 80s. It was an era that embraced the notion of putting a box atop another box so that we never had to leave the couch. One could turn up their collar in public because the youth insisted on it—although truth be told, any bastardization one could imagine and implement was immediately accepted as fashion canon. And let us not forget that our homes spent hours watching digital people wield their pixels to do battle in space, on sports fields, or on racetracks. Yes, dear readers, it was a magical time. Those were days when sticks became Excalibur, fences constructed Camelot, and cul-de-sacs were an ocean—which meant ten-speeds became rockets. Of course, you were kind to rewind and clouds were actually clouds and fun was in-person—which meant stickers were our emoticons. If you look closely, you’ll see Mork and Mindy and Taxi and a Land that was Lost. But sadly, their shadows have all but evaporated into a new reality that exists on Facebook, …

A Royal Among Peasants | 2-oz. Read | Blog

A ROYAL AMONG PEASANTS

KEYS, LADEN WITH FINGERPRINTS—worn but not torn—recount ideas, perspectives, and interpretations from the brains of intellectuals who have sadly passed on or happily moved on. The aroma of age speaks of 1942 or possibly 1939…either way, a bygone era lost but not forgotten. It was an age where each letter of a thought leaped to the page to contribute its segment of the reflection. Listen to the audible monuments—a “shook-shook,” “ding,” or “klock-klock”—and be reminded that once upon a time, communication was built to last. © 2017 Joe Blend. All rights reserved.