engraving of two people relaxing by the Erie Canal

Just to pass the time away

The past seems realer than the present to me nowI’ve got memories to last me –Warren Zevon Nostalgia gets a bad rap, often appropriately so. Indeed, I do not miss the world of my youth with its rampant homophobia, its lack of any understanding of neurodivergence, its casual disregard for anything having to do with the lived experience of people of different races, and, God knows, 1980s fashion. But nostalgia remains one of my primary emotional states, one I should acknowledge, though longtime readers (if I have any) will surely know that by now. “Teach Your Children Well” floated through my head this morning before the Zevon tune did. Both belong to a generation before mine. Then a snippet of “My Way” passed by as my kid was scrolling through TikTok. I know that song too, another generation back. This morning my friend noted that Pete Buttigieg had better sing…

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The Laura Index

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Love Your Sofa

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