goodolddays:
nikkieoberg:
suicideblonde:
librarysciences:[via uhhinternet, blackandwtf].
Just started following a blog (goodolddays) whose writer has a penchant for old 1940’s-50’s American culture like I do. This is incredibly exciting in a way that’s so geeky I could only blog about it myself.
I would go so far as to say that I wish I could go back in time and be a 19 year old either in the ’20s or ’40s, but then I realize that I’m Japanese and neither of those timeframes really work out… :/ But why my obsession?
I didn’t grow up in an “American household” - English wasn’t even my first language. No one in Japan was ever like, “Hey, look at these, these are cool” because they were obsessed with modern American culture, something I didn’t particularly care for. I loved going to the library and seeing what my town looked like then, what people looked like then, what music they listened to (my oldies collection is EPIC). I loved Grease. I loved black and white. When I got dial up, I surfed photos of my favorite places as they were… on 28.8kbps. How is it that a little Japanese kid becomes so generationally and culturally displaced? A lot of families in America have personal memorabilia from these era and really don’t see how interesting it can be which bums me out a lot, because I would kill for glimpses like that from my own family (whose photos/records lay destroyed - thank you WWII carpetbombs).
Nevertheless, I love this girl’s blog.
Day 4 update:
I miss: Eggs and pastries… a lot.
I messed up when: I ate a cannoli with cream in it… but it was delicious.
I don’t feel so terribly limited per se, but I feel like I can’t have my little luxuries which is kind of a bummer. Yesterday Ben got two hard-boiled eggs and I whined like a puppy for about 10 minutes.
…and 24 hours later I’m still whining about it on my blog. (sigh.)
Good morning.
Corn syrup free shredded wheat and soy milk :)