I feel funny writing about personal things, but the anniversary of the tsunami in Japan had me thinking a lot about loss, and the unexpected events that change our lives forever. 3/11 was such an emotional event, and remembering it now touches upon an unexpected event in my own life that is a bit…
I’ve said “Burn it all down” about the Internet three times so far today, but this time I really mean it. (Although I also really meant it for this.)
I didn’t start feeling old until I saw the word “Jodeci.”
It’s been done before.FUCK no. Appalling. Everything single thing about this is wrong.
(More Bell Jar thoughts, and designer insight, but no clues about wtf happened here).
In about a decade—and maybe less—
They’ll be there knocking hard against the door:
The kids whose year of birth starts with “two-oh,”
Convinced that it’s their time to take the floor.
At first we’ll shake our heads in disbelief
And then we’ll mock their raw, untutored ways
And finally we’ll sit there in a daze,
Our burning anger yielding thus to grief.
Of course we’ve seen this sort of thing before
But then we were the ones proclaiming, “Go!”
Eventually each cohort ends their tour.
That’s the awful way the world works, I guess.