so far I’m stuck in the 90s. all my cultural references, the traumatic moments of my life, my sports culture, almost everything stems from there. I’ll let you know if this is revised.
Well, I’m kind of stuck in the 80s, to the extent that that was the decade that had the greatest impact on me. I discovered most of my favorite authors and artists in that decade. But, I don’t know–I just can’t say that I’m stuck in the decade when Ronald Reagan was president.
in the 80s I was just getting started. in the 90s things kicked in. I remember Michael Jordan, the Dallas Cowboys super bowls, getting my heart broken, reading everything I could get my hands on. when new actors came on the scene it made sense. I listened enough to the radio that when someone appeared on Saturday Night Live, I knew who they were. I never wondered who Pat Summerall was. my dreams hopes and aspirations seemed real to me. the future was just there.
90′s. Grunge, irony, and nonchalance; it’s really hard for me to accept that there are young people today that are not self deprecating and really like High School Musical and Twilight.
Late 90s, just before people became sick of the earnestness of grunge and turned to Beck. We’re talking the dawn of the ironic hipster (I was not one).
I want to be stuck where Cindy is! I guess I can think about it, though, and find myself suddenly stuck in any of my decades. The thought process involved makes me feel like I do when I scroll quickly down through my collection of thousands of pictures from the past dozen years or so. That flashing of time like sunfish feeding. Lately I’m just a pincushion when it comes to the effects of time. How is it that the past can be so clear, and looking at it makes it even more clear–and yet we are never any closer to stepping into it to say unsaid goodbyes, or to encourage or comfort a person. Stupid life.
2040-2050….this is when I anticipate I will have my head frozen with the aid of scientific advancement, thus preserving myself forever in the decade, literally.
Oh, Daryl. Sometimes the past, or at least the way-back past, ain’t so clearly lit. My first ex-wife has found me on facebook. I’m not sure what I’ll do with it yet.
I keep thinking about this, and I’ve decided that my decade hasn’t arrived yet.
so far I’m stuck in the 90s. all my cultural references, the traumatic moments of my life, my sports culture, almost everything stems from there. I’ll let you know if this is revised.
Well, I’m kind of stuck in the 80s, to the extent that that was the decade that had the greatest impact on me. I discovered most of my favorite authors and artists in that decade. But, I don’t know–I just can’t say that I’m stuck in the decade when Ronald Reagan was president.
Deron, you’re in my 80s mind, too.
in the 80s I was just getting started. in the 90s things kicked in. I remember Michael Jordan, the Dallas Cowboys super bowls, getting my heart broken, reading everything I could get my hands on. when new actors came on the scene it made sense. I listened enough to the radio that when someone appeared on Saturday Night Live, I knew who they were. I never wondered who Pat Summerall was. my dreams hopes and aspirations seemed real to me. the future was just there.
That’s a pretty good description of one’s 20s. I think that’s the formative decade for most of us.
makes sense in retrospect.
90′s. Grunge, irony, and nonchalance; it’s really hard for me to accept that there are young people today that are not self deprecating and really like High School Musical and Twilight.
Late 90s, just before people became sick of the earnestness of grunge and turned to Beck. We’re talking the dawn of the ironic hipster (I was not one).
1905-1914.
I want to be stuck where Cindy is! I guess I can think about it, though, and find myself suddenly stuck in any of my decades. The thought process involved makes me feel like I do when I scroll quickly down through my collection of thousands of pictures from the past dozen years or so. That flashing of time like sunfish feeding. Lately I’m just a pincushion when it comes to the effects of time. How is it that the past can be so clear, and looking at it makes it even more clear–and yet we are never any closer to stepping into it to say unsaid goodbyes, or to encourage or comfort a person. Stupid life.
2040-2050….this is when I anticipate I will have my head frozen with the aid of scientific advancement, thus preserving myself forever in the decade, literally.
Oh, Daryl. Sometimes the past, or at least the way-back past, ain’t so clearly lit. My first ex-wife has found me on facebook. I’m not sure what I’ll do with it yet.
80s. i wish i was stuck in the 70s, or the 50s, but honestly the 80s. i don’t even remember the 90s.
I don’t think I’ve been enough into a decade to stick there.