ye olde data
Monday, April 27, 2009
I found a stack of poorly labeled CD's in my office tonight which contain all sorts of stuff from around eight to ten years ago, including some archived web content that I decided to republish. Don't get too excited... unless old Apple II box art excites you, that is.
Labels: apple ii, nostalgia, photos, software
a bit of ze_funstuff
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Just taking a break from work to wax nostalgic... Who remembers this golden oldie?
Labels: flash, nostalgia, photoshop, usaa, zefunstuff
omigod omigod omigod
Friday, July 25, 2008
Yes, those are indeed tears of joy.
Thanks to Bill Harrison for the link!
UPDATE: Actual footage of the TR2N teaser! The picture is tiny, but I give the guy props for keeping the subject in the frame.
Labels: movies, news, nostalgia, tr2n, tron
where am i from?
Thursday, March 20, 2008
I guess this is one of those "a little about me" posts. I was doing some nostalgia surfing this evening and felt compelled to blather a little about where I'm from. Most people who know me know that I was born in Okinawa, am half-Korean, and was raised as a Navy brat which meant we moved around a lot. In fact, that's sort of my "line" whenever people ask where I'm from. It's quick and easy, and it usually suits the conversation... enough information, but not too much (because people expect short answers to such questions). But since this is my site and my train of thought, I'd like to elaborate:
I was born in 1972 on the island of Okinawa, a prefecture of Japan and the largest in a chain of islands called the Ryukyu islands which lie south of Japan's four main islands. A lot of people think of Karate Kid 2 or Okinawan martial arts when I tell them I was born there, and that's fine. We left Okinawa when I was still an infant, which makes you wonder why I'm droning on about a place I don't remember. Well, we eventually returned in 1980.
Between 1980 and 1983 I attended grades 2 through 5 on Kadena Air Base. We lived on the economy (off base) at first, in a small house nestled against a forested area that my friends and I referred to as "the boonies". We'd often find ourselves building forts out of reeds and giant "elephant ear" leaves whose sap always made me itch (but how else were we going to build the roof?!). The best places to build forts, eerily enough, were near old stone tombs that looked like small houses. Naturally, there was this one tomb that was always open. The small, but heavy stone door was cracked maybe 6 or 7 inches—just enough to give you a good case of the heebies. We would always dare each other to get a good look inside—not go in, mind you—just peer inside to see whatever there was to see, but since the door and the opening were so small, very little light ever got in and so it was always pitch black... and very, very scary.
The route to my school bus stop was pretty cool. It involved following dirt paths along the edge of the forest and making my way through a sugarcane field, usually swiping a small chunk of cane to gnaw on (my teeth hurt thinking about it). The bus stop was located near a small stationery and candy store where I would squander any Yen in my pocket on Felix gum or other local goodies. If I had a fair amount of Yen (around 200), I'd buy this one box that contained several different kinds of candy, stickers, pencil, erasers and a toy. That was the mother lode... when I was 8.
When we eventually got into base housing, the walk to school was not nearly as adventurous, but there were a lot more American kids to play with that lived near us. The two real friends that I had made off base had also moved at the same time or thereabouts. One moved on base, but a bit too far for me to visit often, and the other moved back to the States, which was devastating... I even missed getting to say goodbye to him. Such is the life of a brat.
More later.
Labels: me, nostalgia, okinawa