It’s interesting how particular music can be so evocative of memories. I dug up some old CDs that remind me of a little field of view in a cottage I stayed in with my family when my sister and I were little. I can remember the whole cabin clearly but the songs on this CD bring back only a particular moment clearly. I’ve been sitting around today after I got home listening to old music that brings back a particular memory. Paul Simon’s Graceland reminds me of sitting in my basement at our old computer with my dad watching an “enhanced CD” through the brand new “CD-ROM Drive” back when Gateway was Gateway2000. Then I remember other things related to that desk and my father. Sitting there reading off a username and password taped to the bottom of the desk to log into some college’s Dial-up Internet connection. In the dark ages before we had Dial-up. A computer without the Internet seems to be essentially castrated of most of it’s functionality. The memory evokes a time when access of all of that was out of reach for most people still, I think around the same time my cousins in Texas used Prodigy to get onto Usenet or BBSs or something. It’s really interesting to just sit and follow these webs of memory that one builds up, interestingly mirroring how the Internet is structured.
I am excited to be headed back to school, where external forces impose an organization onto my life, and I am forced to put boundaries on things, I have deadlines again, a schedule. Normally I loath these things in excess but after a summer of relative sloth and an almost complete breakdown of an structuring forces in my life (ie, employment, normal sleeping patterns, classes, appointments, commitments etc.) these things will come as a welcome addition, at least for a time. In about a week’s time, I take the first major steps toward “real life” that I have since leaving for college. I will be living on in an apartment with some roommates. This, I think, will be good. Adding a notch in both the columns of Freedom and Responsibility, where entrance into Undergraduate dormitory life is largely a big notch in the Freedom column. Remind me to talk again about freedom, I’m slowly working on some thoughts in that area.
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Music: Paul Simon – Graceland
Cherish The Ladies – Home
(denotes albums as always)