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Thursday, November 10, 2011

holoblomo day 10: nostalgia


note: “holoblomo” stands for Horribly Local Blogging Month, my response to National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) that happens every November. The NaNoWriMo challenge asks writers to compose 50,000 words in a month; I chose 10,000 as my goal. Enjoy.


So here we are.
This past spring, I wrote a passage about nostalgia in “time warp:”
If nostalgia had existed in the 1300s, there probably would have been some monk who preferred to transcribe with a chisel and stone tablets because of its old-school quaintness.
I don’t know how far back nostalgia actually goes, but let’s give it a shot:

Someone sees someone streaming music from the cloud onto her smartphone and is nostalgic for the iPod.
Someone sees someone with an iPod and is nostalgic for the CD player.
Someone sees someone listening to CDs and is nostalgic for audio cassettes.
Someone sees someone with a Walkman and is nostalgic for 8-track tapes.
Someone sees someone with an 8-track player and is nostalgic for LPs.
Someone sees someone buying LP records and is nostalgic for 45s. 
Someone sees someone listening to 45s and is nostalgic for 78s. 
Someone sees someone listening to a 78 record on a gramophone and is nostalgic for cylinders. 
Someone sees someone enjoying music on a cylinder and is nostalgic for sheet music played on the piano in the parlor room.
Someone hears sheet music being played on the piano in the parlor room and is nostalgic for music boxes.
Someone hears a music box and is nostalgic for singing around the fire. 
Someone hears people singing around the fire and is nostalgic for chamber music.
Someone hears chamber music and is nostalgic for tribal drums.
Someone hears tribal drums and is nostalgic for the sound of two rocks hitting each other.
Someone hears the sound of two rocks hitting each other and is nostalgic for a time when it was totally quiet, before that other caveman moved in and created that infernal sound.
So I guess it goes back further than I thought.
And that’s 4188 words.
Yes indeed. Welcome to me. 

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