(((shadowplay)))

What's that stabbing feeling?

One post a month. Sounds good to me.

So I went to my parents' house today, mostly to see my nephew, but also to get more details on my sister's impending move to Milwaukee. Yes, that's right. Soon enough I'll be the lone child in a given state. For years, I was in St. Louis while my siblings were all in Ohio, and now that I'm in Ohio, they've all gone and moved on me.

But I digress. My mom asked that I take a few boxes of my old junk with me, in order to free up the attic for...something other than my stuff, I suppose. So I took four boxes, leaving behind, among other things, the items that used to be on my bulletin board when I was in high school and all of my old sports trophies. Anyway, I started going through the first box (what, you think I'm going to bring them all up at once? Man, there's still an air conditioner in the back seat of the car that has been there since Thursday...).

It's mostly filled with old issues of Spin (I had a subscription for three or four years). Odd to see Juliana Hatfield and a hair-ful Billy Corgan (not together) on covers that are now adorned with My Chemical R0mance every other month. But also there was a Kinko's-bound (bound by Kinko's, not something that's going to Kinko's - ed.) book filled with writings from the summer writing seminar I went to when I was, what, sixteen? And of course, after flipping through it, I started wondering what happened to these people. That's why Google was invented, so I started searching:

#1 (female) -- plays in three different bands in Columbus, two of which are on myspace. One of the bands is really freakin' good.
#2 (male) -- has had music reviews published across the country, I think through the New Times grapevine.
#3 (female) -- is a published writer. Not successful, really, but published. I ran across an interview with her, and she talked about the writing seminar and "what a blast" it was.

I decided to stop searching after those three. Because of you google me, you get a whole different mess of stuff. Message board posts, really. And I wonder if any of these people have googled me, and I wonder what they think about the inane pap I wrote when I was 19. I'm not embarassed by it, but it's weird to think about.

In case you couldn't tell, I'm a sucker for nostalgia. It fills me up with this strange feeling, something akin to how I feel when I leave a movie theater after watching something really good/intense/interesting.

Maybe I'll work on doing two posts a month.

posted by Bill @ 10:00 PM