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I just have to pass this one around, like a platter of Loddiswell Avondale:

During the surprising lightning storm last night—as rare and marvelous a sight in Los Angeles as a woman with natural lips and breasts—Robb’s power went out. Unable to use his computer, he decided to write his blog out long-hand on lined notebook paper. It’s a hoot. Go read it now.

It reminded me of that letter I wrote myself from 1990. Robb’s humorous entry, which pokes fun at the kind of notes one would have written back in high school, made me realize how grown-up I was in 1990, a sophomore in college, because my simple smily faces were, thanks to the nascent influence of my higher education, newly infused with social commentary in the form of anti-nuclear protestations. (Don’t forget, the USSR was still around in 1990.)

And for your information, I did not misspell “smiley.” I simply decided to spell it as I used to in elementary school, when I had created my very own troop of smily faces, each with its own stats page in an illustrative guide. That would be something to scan and post, and if I ever wrestle that big box of my ancient drawings from my folks’ place in Grand Junction to my cramped apartment in L.A., I’ll do so.

But in the meantime, go enjoy Robb’s Grade A Fancy Old-Tyme Blog entry.


Robb Expounded Thusly:

Thanks for the attention!

Honestly, I think it was a great idea to write a letter to yourself in 1990. I used to make cassette tapes for the same reason. I used to record my friends and I just sitting around talking about nothing. A lot of the time they didn’t know I was doing it. But I wanted to have some sort of record of the way my immature mind worked.

Now I have a blog so I’m constantly aware of how my immature mind works but back in the stone age it was less convenient.

Oh, and I hope you don’t mind that I printed out certain elements of your letter…now, if your AmEx account seems to show increased activity lately, don’t panic, I’m sure that it’s a bank error.

In other, completely non-related, news I just got a new 80 inch plasma TV! Wow, can you imagine?! Me? How did I afford it?

None of your business, that’s how.

Tuesday, June 27th, 2006 • 9:26am • Permalink

Steve Expounded Thusly:

Plasma? Breach of privacy? Immaturity? What is this, some kind of Bush Babies: The Hospital Years show?

I have to let everyone know that it was not my idea to write that letter in 1990. It was our friend Robbyn’s. She was the one who got us to sit down and do it, and she kept the letters for 10 years without losing them. It was, in fact, the beginning of a yearly ritual that lasted, I think, a whole 3 years.

Tuesday, June 27th, 2006 • 10:05am • Permalink


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