{"id":1610,"date":"2007-11-17T01:02:45","date_gmt":"2007-11-17T00:02:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/unknowngenius.com\/blog\/archives\/2007\/11\/17\/youth-memorabilia\/"},"modified":"2015-03-02T16:11:43","modified_gmt":"2015-03-02T07:11:43","slug":"youth-memorabilia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/unknowngenius.com\/blog\/archives\/2007\/11\/17\/youth-memorabilia\/","title":{"rendered":"Youth Memorabilia"},"content":{"rendered":"

You know those “time-capsules” you buried in your backyard as a kid? The ones you unearthed the following week, upon realizing it was your favourite GI Joe’s action figure you put in that box (and cynical, anti-imperialist, you-of-twenty-years-from-then would probably discard it with a sneer, anyway)…<\/p>\n

Well, I got my time-capsule back two weeks ago. Seventy kilos of it, to be exact. It wasn’t buried in my parents garden (I’m pretty sure my mum wouldn’t had let me dig a hole that size), but sitting in a storage facility for the past 15 years, whence I was kindly asked to come pick it up for good, last month.<\/p>\n

Half is stuff that I should have binned, long before I even embarked on my current regime of bi-yearly intercontinental moves. The other half, I probably cared for, but decided wouldn’t fit in with the furniture of a decrepit London warehouse. At any rate, I have already started working my way through, slimming it down to a box and half, which, according to current life principles<\/a>, will also have to go before next Spring (OK, maybe I’ll keep some of the books).<\/p>\n

But before I complete my last round of recycling\/discarding, I felt I could document some of those memorabilia, if not for their historical value, at least for the sake of providing a few laughs at the expense of the hopelessly dorky 11-year old I was. Yes, I know this might come as a bit of a shock to you, dear reader, but I wasn’t always this shiny beacon of elegance and hipster good-taste that I have matured into over the years. To tell the truth, only one thing comes to mind when contemplating some of the evidence: how the hell didn’t I get beaten up more often as a kid?<\/p>\n

Sure, I could just play it cute and show you all those wacky serious adult books I read back then and marvel with mock-disapproval at little young prodigy Dave’s precocious readings (yes<\/em>, I read all those Nietzsche’s books when I was 12, no<\/em> I didn’t understand half of it, but it sure pissed the hell out of my grandmother and that was good enough for me)…<\/p>\n

But when I say dorky, trust me I mean it. And it is with no secret pride whatsoever that I present you with:<\/p>\n

\"Inside<\/a> My programming books collection!
\nThis wasn’t all of it (far from it), but I guess those had cost me way too much of my hard-earned monthly allowance, to be simply discarded or sold back a couple years later when I learnt about that crazy thing that lets you search and browse for technical documentation from<\/em> your computer (some crazy technology you wouldn’t have heard of). And I do remember how motherfuckin’ expensive those Apple books were back then (to think of all the boxes of Lego bricks I could have got instead). Incidentally: anybody up for some mint-condition books documenting a computer system made obsolete 5 years ago? Contact me if you do (you pay shipping).<\/p>\n

\"Be<\/a> Do not go thinking I was the quiet reserved nerdy kind who went clickety-click on his Mac+ (512kb ram and a munificent 20Mb external hard-drive, if memory serves) without throwing in at least one fashion statement or two:<\/p>\n

All I can say about this shirt is that it is probably a world hipper to wear now<\/em> than it was back then. And that’s saying a lot.<\/p>\n

\"Glasses\"<\/a> I take a look at these glasses and I want to tell the 8-year-old who will go into wearing them through most of junior high: yes, even if that sounds an unlikely option at this point in your life, you will<\/em> actually get laid one day. There will also be a day where you will start wearing contacts and only occasionally wear your slim designer glasses to impress girls into thinking you can help them with their homework and go discuss existentialism around a cup of coffee afterward. There will even be a day when you’ll dye your hair blue and hop on a plane to some random destination at 6 in the morning (not your smartest move, I may add)…<\/p>\n

But instead, all I can do is shake my head in disbelief at the kid who would wear such glasses without even the slightest hint of parental coercion as an excuse…<\/p>\n

I know I said I would spare you my teenage readings and all the faux-shameful intellectual poseur crap I read back then, but this is actually a bit different:<\/p>\n

\"Lupin\"<\/a> I’ve had countless literary infatuations over the years, in many styles and languages, but none compares to how much I idolized Ars\u00e8ne Lupin<\/a><\/i> around age 8 to 12.
\nForget Famous Five<\/i>, forget The Three Investigators<\/a><\/i>, even Sherlock Holmes (his arch-nemesis) couldn’t possibly be a match for him: Ars\u00e8ne Lupin was the shit. Beyond the character, I think I really fell in love with the very particular brand of turn-of-the-century French it was written in: just the right balance between precious, vivacious and quaint, with a good dose of cheekiness… I owe it a large part of my love for the French language (sparked and maintained by many others).<\/p>\n

As for the shameful part: I am not proud to admit that last weekend, after a long session of box-opening and dusty book-sorting, I finally retreated to my bed with a volume… and read it cover-to-cover until late the morning after. I guess I’ll have to stop mocking so overtly the ones of my friends who hold for a pinacle of contemporary literature a series of children’s book about a wizard casting spells in some imaginary boarding-school cum castle… Or maybe not.<\/p>\n

And because I didn’t only<\/em> stash nerd collector items and vanity readings for all those years, here is a one of the few items I was really looking forward to recover from those boxes:<\/p>\n

\"Sticky<\/a> During the Summer of 1995 in Berkeley, I bought dozens of 60’s and 70’s LP: some for their music, some for their cover. I bought this original Sticky Fingers<\/i> LP at Rasputin’s, because it was just way cool and you can’t go wrong with a vinyl sleeve that has a real zipper on it. Turned out it’s an original Andy Warhol design, stamped by the man himself. No need to ask, I am not offloading that one: I think I’ll hold on to it for a little more and face any additional materialistic burden my chakras may incur as a result.<\/p>\n

I think that will be it for this naked display of my long forlorn youth and defusing of potential blackmail material (better now that when I’ll be fronting fashion glossies on a daily basis). Thankfully omitted from the above are: numerous prized items from my shell collection (the ones I went fishing as a kid in the Indian Ocean, Grand Bleu<\/i> style… We’re talking at least 5 feet-deep free-diving here, people), two boxes of half-heartedly jotted down notes on physics, biology, western philosophy, latin and greek, intermingled with much doodling and early-in-the-making world domination plot schematics<\/a>, books, dozen of them, including an entire box of airport readings (Anne Rice and<\/em> Tom Clancy?? what the hell was I thinking)…<\/p>\n

Feel free to come rummage through the rest: you should have a couple hours before the garbage men show up and take it away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

You know those “time-capsules” you buried in your backyard as a kid? The ones you unearthed the following week, upon realizing it was your favourite GI Joe’s action figure you put in that box (and cynical, anti-imperialist, you-of-twenty-years-from-then would probably discard it with a sneer, anyway)… Well, I got my time-capsule back two weeks ago. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"activitypub_content_warning":"","activitypub_content_visibility":"","activitypub_max_image_attachments":4,"activitypub_interaction_policy_quote":"anyone","activitypub_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1,14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1610","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-geek","category-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/unknowngenius.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1610","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/unknowngenius.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/unknowngenius.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/unknowngenius.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/unknowngenius.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1610"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/unknowngenius.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1610\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7764,"href":"https:\/\/unknowngenius.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1610\/revisions\/7764"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/unknowngenius.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1610"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/unknowngenius.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1610"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/unknowngenius.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1610"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}