this week on pop culture friday: favorite local commercials!
where i grew up, we had 3 local stations from the central coast, and several local stations from los angeles. the most memorable local commercials came from the l.a. stations.
this week on pop culture friday: favorite local commercials!
where i grew up, we had 3 local stations from the central coast, and several local stations from los angeles. the most memorable local commercials came from the l.a. stations.
this is just endlessly amusing.
why yes, i am a raging dork, thank you for asking.
not too long ago, my best friend bug (not her real name, obviously) emailed me a collection of text messages i had sent her. we text all the time, but these are the ones she found worth saving for a couple years. i decided it would be amusing to parse them out and see if they say anything about me.
(in order from oldest to newest)
so once upon a time i decided to go to grad school. and it was interesting. and then i realized it completely fucking sucked. so i left, presumably to seek fame and fortune in the publishing industry.
you can imagine how well that turned out. at some point, hopefully i’ll stop being delusional about my career prospects.
anyway, this whole saga – which has been going on for the past 6 years or so – sends me through periodic paroxysms of grief and doubt as i debate which was really the better choice and whether i shouldn’t have just stayed – or whether i shouldn’t have gone in the first place.
so one of the things that i find eternally fascinating and ponderable is the nature of memory: how we create memories, what we remember, and the kind of connections our brains make between outside stimuli and internal memories.
i bring this up because this morning i was listening to Purple, the STP album from 1994. now, i didn’t own this album when it first came out; hell, i didn’t even really like STP until i was in college. but somehow the songs on this album (many of which i haven’t heard in at least ten years) simply sound like 1994. “interstate love song” reminded me mostly of the video for that song, which isn’t all that weird, but “pretty penny” gave me a weird image of my cousin and i house sitting in march of 1995. it made me think of making dinner in the kitchen of that house, and driving to school when it was cold and overcast and kind of dark (our school started at 7:45).
so this got me thinking: why do certain songs – even random songs that don’t necessarily like or didn’t necessarily listen to extensively back in the day – bring up such strong, specific, but totally random memories? this is something i’ve thought about a lot. sometimes there’s a sort of reason to the associations:
and then sometimes there’s not, as with the above STP song and stuff like keith whitley’s “i’m no stranger to the rain,” which makes me think of driving around mt. shasta in my grandparents’ mini van during a summer storm. various other songs from the same period (including at least two randy travis songs) make me think of similar scenes of summer in mt. shasta.
side note: part of the problem with surreptitiously blogging at work is that i frequently forget where i was going with this shit. did i have a point? probably not. but let’s see what i can dredge up.
i guess what i’m trying to get at – what i can’t answer, but what i like to wonder about – is why these specific memories? why can i remember things like my 6th grade school schedule? why does a random song i’m not even that partial to bring up a very random memory of an unexceptional moment in time? why do i need to remember the night i made macaroni & cheese for my cousin while we were house sitting? is there something specific there, something my brain thinks is important, something it’s squirreling away for a future use? or is this all just truly random?
maybe i should just buy a book on memory and the brain.
so ever since the av club started their new friday feature, pop culture q & a, i’ve been playing along in my head and toying with the idea of playing along in writing as well, and today’s the day i get off my ass and actually post something to this blog.
the question of the week: old, out-dated, or otherwise random pop-culture quotes you just can’t stop using. to which i say: