Life of Bryan

Home sick and more 90s nostalgia

Home sick today and feeling a bit wistful. I get this way a lot when I’m lying around alone with too much time on my hands. I went down a 90s nostalgia rabbit hole and found a couple gems. The first is from a podcast episode titled “What did the 90s smell like?” by We Don’t Wanna Grow Up. The other is a YouTube video of a guy flipping through a Seventeen School Zone Special magazine from 1996 that I remember purchasing on a grocery store run with my mom when I was 15.

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Sometimes I like to live dangerously and still restart my work computer even when 143 windows are open and it asks me, “You have unsaved work. Are you sure you still want to restart?” A clean slate can feel so freeing.

There used to be this coffee shop I’d go to in high school in the 90s near Central Michigan University called U-Cup that stayed open late and had open mic nights—I even played a couple! I miss spots like that. Imagine pounding coffee after 10 p.m. like you’re at a bar without a care in the world.

My five year old is learning to read. He’s picking it up, but it’s going as expected because English is strange and phonics is garbage.

When I took Japanese years ago, I used to think Kanji was insane. But now I can see how the Whole Language approach makes some sense from learning logograms then.

I’ve got two kids who will be 6 and 3 in January. Looking for unique holiday gift ideas that encourage creative play involving art or science. Doesn’t necessarily need to be a purchase, just something that can excite a young mind. TIA for any recs.

Not putting yourself out there

The strangeness of putting yourself out there. The mere act of expressing that you indeed have social needs, that you crave the connection of others, is one that creates repulsion, in myself (and seemingly with others). The effort required almost makes the desired outcome somehow less desirable. Even in social situations of late, there is something different in the way we all speak to one another, something missing from the way things used to be.

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In the Northwest, where few homes outside central cities have basements, garages often fill up with storage, superfluous items, and detritus from consumer culture, leaving no room for vehicles.

Happy 63rd birthday to my mom today. Me and the kids made some cards with watercolor. I haven’t painted in decades. I was heavy handed and had no idea what I was doing, but it was fun. If I didn’t already have 20 hobbies, I think I’d like doing this more often.

A vibrant watercolor painting depicts a tree with orange and yellow leaves against a blue sky with clouds and a green field.