Childhood nostalgia

One of the people on my internet is Jason Good. You may have come across his “Approximately three minutes inside the head of my 2-year-old” post. He’s a stand-up comedian as well as a blogger. He seems like a thinking guy, and funny. And I’ve got a lot in common with him: if nothing else, then by dint of being currently immersed in the intense and ludicrous experience of raising two very young children.

Yesterday, Good posted on the topic of nostalgia for idealized days past, and it triggered some thinking on my part, starting with the objectionable “You hated Max Headroom; we all did” statement. I loved Max Headroom. In my defense, I’m a bit younger than Good, enough that the difference would have been significant when that show came out. I also loved Sledge Hammer. Was that one awful? I don’t remember.

Going back farther: Doctor Who. Orange Crush cans you had to push holes into with your thumb. The unmatched intensity of the childhood summer sun in the metallic blue of my parents’ 1981 Jetta. KITT. Green popsicles. Christopher Reeve as Superman. Cap guns (can you still get them?). Smurfs. Battle of the Planets. Ringing, dialing phones who live on in Fisher-Price toy form – and in the Martian Sesame Street sketch on YouTube. Non-CGI Yoda and Jabba the Hutt (obligatory link to the best earworm since “Wind the Bobbin Up” — and it shows just how much of a geek? nerd? sub-rock-dweller? I am that I heard this before the thing it spoofed*). Silly putty — I can just about invoke the nauseous headache by recalling the smell. The playground in our subdivision, engulfed in flames in the night and blackened and smoking in the morning.** Was that down to the same kid who asked to borrow my bike, ridiculed me for being hesitant, and then took off with it (my dad went to his house and got it back)?

Yeah, I wouldn’t trade the internet or my digital camera to go back, but it sure is fun to remember.

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*Which thing I’m now able to identify when it presents among ambient sounds, e.g., emerging from a car window as the vehicle draws alongside at a light; belted out in a passionate falsetto by a passerby on a bike.

**It was structurally OK, so they left it there, a jolly play structure of charred and shrivelled wood, because that wouldn’t give the neighbourhood six-year-olds nightmares for years to come, would it? (Continued smoke generation the next morning may be a product of my imagination.)

I went for a run.

Having two kids has meant less exercise, and less time to think. I hatched a plan to kill both birds with one stone: running. I kept a tight rein on my gearhead shoulder-devil and purchased only what I absolutely needed: shoes.

When I got home from my first run, my thighs wanted me to type an internet-ism that I refuse to type out. I can put it in a speech bubble next to a drawing, though, because Google can’t read that, index it, and associate me with it. Yet. I think.

Afterthought: since regular runners keep wearing out old shoes, presumably bright white laces aren’t a sure giveaway of a non-runner pretending. Bike shorts with chamois may be more telling. Let’s just leave running ability right out of the discussion.

P.S. I love my Ground Effect bike shorts. They’re strong, they fit great, and they don’t need itchy silicone or elastic grippers to stay put. I have Sputniks and Supersonics that are a few years old.

King of the Mountains

Every time I read “Go, Dog. Go!” to G, I want to make some art. Every time I see a bit of a Tour de France stage, I want to make some art. So here is Thomas Voeckler* wearing the Polka-dot Jersey on a road that doubtless leads to a big party in a tree.

I doodled this using MyPaint, a really nice, focused “natural-media” painting program, on a Thinkpad X61T (which I bought used in order to have the pressure-sensitive Wacom digitizer). It’s so much fun! I learned a lot about MyPaint doing this. I wanted to try Krita as well, but there’s a huge lag and 100% CPU usage on this aging machine. MyPaint is apparently much less demanding.

I can’t wait for something with a form factor like an Android tablet or iPad (and, importantly, no fan), with a good pressure-sensitive stylus.

*I feel a bit silly linking to Wikipedia so often, but it’s usually the easiest summary for a thing. Probably a better link for the Tour than the official page too. Also: “le Chou-Chou?” really? Heehee