Is there an open web any more? If you’re not reading this on Facebook or from a Tweet or a “link in bio” on Instagram does it even exist? Is using an increasingly unwieldy framework like WordPress useful anymore?
I’m about at the point I’d like to either a) move to a free WordPress.com subdomain just to keep these archives, b) start over with flat HTML that I hand-edit, or c) delete the whole shebang and not look back.
This is like my arc on the social web in miniature.
Sometimes you just want to listen to something familiar to make it through your day.
I feel the strongest tug at nostalgia and remembrance today, but that may be due to abandoning FB/IG the day before my birthday.
C’est la vie!
Here, then, are the tunes rolling around in my head, unrolled onto the blog. Please enjoy them in the spirit in which they are offered.
That last one never fails. It always gets me in my soft, creamy center.
Many years ago he Looked out through a glassless window All that he could see was Babylon Beautiful green fields and dreams And learn to measure the stars But there was a worry in his heart
He said How could it come to this? I’m really worried about living How could it come to this? Yeah, I really want to know about this
Is it like today? Then there came a day It moved out across the Mediterranean Came to western isles and the Greek young men And with their silver beards they laughed At the unknown of the universe They could just sit and guess God’s name
But they said How could it come to this? We’re really worried about living How could it come to this? Yeah, we really want to know about this
Is it like today? Then there followed days of Kings, Empires and revolution Blood just looks the same when you open the veins But sometimes it was faith, power or reason as the cornerstone But the furrowed brow has never left his face
He said How could it come to this? We’re living in a landslide How could it come to this? Yeah, we really want to know about this
Is it like today? Then there came a day Man packed up, flew off from the planet He went to the moon, to the moon Now he’s out in space Hey, fixing all the problems He comes face to face with God
He says How could it come to this? I’m really worried about my creation How did it comes to this? You’re really killing me, you know
It isn’t just today Is it like today? Is it like today? Bang!
Many years ago he Looked out through a glassless window Didn’t understand much what he saw
Watching The Secret of NIMH tonight with the kids I’m reminded of how wonderful Don Bluth was in the 80’s and just how different – though similar – his stuff was from standard Disney fair. A little bit darker and grittier, though they both have their share of parental death.
I don’t remember many Disney films from my youth, but I can recall The Secret of NIMH for how magical and mysterious it is. The creepy old Owl, the scary cat “Dragon”, the amulet. Still holds up over 35 years later.
I never realized Wil Wheaton and Shannen Doherty did the voices of Mrs. Brisbee’s older kids, so that was a nice surprise to learn.
Watching the movie also reminded me of every trip I ever took to Showbiz Pizza in the 80’s. I must’ve lost countless quarters to Dragon’s Lair and Space Ace – two video games that used LaserDisc and which were produced by Bluth – that are still a little bit ahead of their time in terms of graphics and storytelling.
If you haven’t seen the movie in a while, or if you’ve never seen it, do yourself a favor and watch it.
And if watching it sets you down a path of nostalgic cinema, I’d also like to recommend The Black Cauldron (Disney’s 1st PG animated movie AND one I could’ve sworn was also done by Bluth), Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, The Last Unicorn, and The Dark Crystal. All awesome animated/anime/puppet movies of the early 80’s that really shaped my love for dark fantasy and sci-fi.
For the first time in a long while – as long as I can remember as a working adult, actually – I’m not filled with anxiety or dread about today.
I’m not worried that time is running out or that I’ll never create the “great thing” I sometimes fantasize about.
I feel happy, content, and confident in a way I haven’t experienced on my birthday in a very long while.
And this is a year in which I’ve had to embrace a bunch of change, primarily in my career, but also in my approach to everything from commuting to childcare to self care.
Needless to say I ought to be a wreck right now and I’m not.
Maybe this is the sense of purpose or peace or calm that I’ve heard other people in their 40’s discuss. (I’ve certainly became almost religious about exercise and sleep while not becoming monastic about the indulgences of beer or good food that I enjoy.)
Maybe this is the balance of age?
Whatever it is I’m happy to greet it with a welcoming spirit.