Oh my, it’s 2016 already. Look at all these three hundred and sixty days in which I will not do anything of what I promised while drunk on New Year’s Eve. I don’t even remember what my resolutions were. Most probably it was *something*, *something* and going to the gym. Which I totally should do. And I totally won’t do. What I did realize during my very short vacation back in my hometown was the fact that I have grown old. Not adult-diapers-old, but really closer to a pension plan than to a pacifier. I got that feeling on my birthday less than a month ago, but I didn’t truly realize that kids born while I was busy in third grade can now vote and drink alcohol in almost all countries around the world until….
… is that a walkman, mom?
Until I got home and slept again in my single bed in my old room. Given my luck with relationships, I will probably be 35 and still need just a single bed, but that’s a topic for a different blog post. The first morning, too lazy to even breathe, I just sat there and slowly stared at all the things my parents did not throw away. And I am pretty sure that if you were born more than 25 years ago, you must remember some of the things I will tell you about in just a moment.
For those of you who think Glee and Twilight are the beginning of Hollywood, a walkman is like the dinosaur of your iPod. It was heavy, did not fit in any pocket and usually, if you were rich and you had the CD version, you had to carry around 6-7 CDs too, because listening to the same 12 songs forever was not really pleasant.
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If you had one of these in 1997 you were the coolest person in school. And you probably had really bad 90’s music on it, that you carefully downloaded illegally from DC, ODC and IRC and spend forever to burn everything on a disc. If you weren’t that rich and you only had cassettes, then you probably recorded music from the radio using another ancient device, and you were stuck with almost the entire song and the annoying DJ voice jingle-ing around all over the last chords.
The wall map
Moving my eyes further through the room, on the wall, I noticed something that definitely did not have a Relocate button like it does now: a map of my country. I used to spend hours staring at it to learn for geography and I had to move it on the window, place white paper on it so I could copy its silhouette and then write down cities, areas, types of soil and whatever else they taught us back then.
Because simply taking a picture of it with our phones was not an option back then. Of course, we could’ve taken out our camera, take a picture, take the film to be developed, wait for 3 days, go back to the store, pay for a 10x14cm picture that was blurry and useless. Gosh, everything took so long back then. :)
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10 hours of Internet. A month!
Yes, you’ve heard me. After mobile phones showed up and started to be interesting and all, when I was in 9th grade, my mom paid a subscription for a company that offered Internet services. And by that I mean I could connect to the Internet and chat with weird strangers on mIRC for 10 hours a month. If I spent more than 10 hours, my bill would be the reason why I didn’t go on summer camp. Useless to mention I never went to summer camp. But talking to a guy named Matthew from New York who was working as makeup artist at a morgue was totally worth it. True story! Dude, if you’re reading this, yes, it’s me who you sent pictures of dead people wearing powder and mascara 14 years ago. Sounds fun doesn’t it? :)
How many do you need? 35?
After you were done building that 100 pages long document with images and tables and making it pretty with WordArt and colors (who remembers WordArt and Clippy?), you had just one way of sending it. Using floppy disks! And you needed a lot of them. My mom used to have boxes full of floppy disks all over the house. I don’t want to imagine what 1TB would look like in floppy disks. Do you?
I am old as sequoia with Alzheimer. OK, I am not, but every time I bump into these things, I sure feel like one. What things do you still own from the 90s? What was your favorite? How many of you do you still have music saved on your hard drive for when the Internet is down?