I really should try to invest in a domain and "real" blog like my brother but I'm pretty shite at tech stuff and wouldn't know where to begin. Someday. Plus, what would I name it?
You know what I miss? Cassette tapes. That's one thing I miss about the Camry (other than the sheer nostalgia) and cars in general these days. I don't miss cassette tapes in the infamous hipster "THE OLD WAY OF DOING THINGS IS BETTER" sort of mentality. It's just the way in which you have to listen to a tape that's just great. The cassette player we have doesn't have a rewind (or fast forward) function, so in order to rewind the tape you have to listen to the whole thing.
Now this sounds like an inconvenience, but I see it as a blessing in disguise. How often do we really sit there and listen to the whole album? That's the great thing about vinyl, too. You have to start from beginning to end. It takes away that element of instant gratification that we've become so accustomed to.
But yes, cassettes are great. Dina brought back a bunch of old cassettes from PCB over the break and Christmas came a few weeks early when she handed me Phil Collins' No Jacket Required (yes, the one with "Sussido" ala American Psycho). So I've been enjoying lyrical craftsmanship and sheer songwriting that hits a new peak of professionalism, and it's all uninterrupted in lo-fi.
Finals are finals. You know the drill. Re-reading Hamlet. FUN? Sure.
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