Rediscover something from your past. Visit a place from your childhood where you felt safe, eat a meal your parents used to cook for you, or visit an old friend who changed your life. Do it because life may have moved you away from these things, but that doesn't mean they're gone forever.
Try something you haven't experienced in 5 or more years, because
old is the new new!

Why:

You've spent the last four months meeting, creating, exploring, and learning- let's take a minute to remind ourselves of who we are. Remember, who we are and who we become is founded on who we once were. There are elements of everyone's life so far forgotten that rediscovering them can be life altering. Some activities may have been menial, but we lost sight of them when we "became adults". Isn't it time to find these again? See what this voyage of rediscovery brings to your life!

Try things that may not have been fun, but were given up on because they were difficult.

Maybe you won't even like these things anymore. But it's about trying, isn't it?

Bonus points!

Keep up the previous month's challenges! If you meet up with old friends, take them to do new things!

Trivia:

That guy who was a jerk to you in middle school is currently getting bitten by raccoons out behind an Arby's dumpster. I did the research, so I know it to be true. You should probably go help him out, I hear raccoons carry rabies.

Resources:

FaceBook - Track down old friends and stak your exes*
*please do not stalk your exes. The Brave New in no way condones online stalking of that girl who got away. The one who you went on a few dates with, but then she moved away, and you're pretty sure if
she just saw how awesome you were, she'd realize you were meant to be.
COME BACK TO ME MELISSA!
 

Lets Play with Legos!Rediscovery: Building legos

How Long HAS it Been: 10 years, 5 months and ~16 days.

Why: I challenge you to find someone who’s youth did not include LEGOs.

What it was then: LEGOs were a pivotal part of my childhood.  Some of my first memories involve a red LEGO briefcase I got when I was 3 or 4 for Christmas, filled with basic LEGO blocks.  As the years progressed, this became supplemented with spaceship blocks, medieval castle pieces, and carefully machined mechanical “Technics” parts.  Surprisingly, this allowed for growth not only creatively, but gave me a solid concept of engineering-  I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t understand rack and pinion steering if it weren’t for the Technics cars I built. Read more »

Goosebumps is hard 2 raed lulzToday’s Rediscovery: Read a Goosebumps “novel”

Why: RL Stine was a prolific author during my childhood-  his horror series “Goosebumps” spawned a lifelong interest in horror for me.  Honestly, I was reading Steven King novels by the time I was in fifth grade, so these were a brief stopover until I could get my paws on some real literature, but they were important nonetheless.

How long HAS it been: ~18 years?

What were they then: I don’t remember much, just that the covers were a lot scarier than the stories contained therein.

What is it now: I’d like to report that this was a frivolous and easy task, that I blew through the entire book in 20 minutes, uninterested and unstimulated.  Sadly, after picking up “Say Cheese and Die” from the children’s section of my local library, I found it to be… surprisingly engaging.  Sure, the characters were undeveloped and far too many of the sentences end with exclamation points, but overall it’s a story I’d enjoy reading to a child, and a story I enjoyed for myself.  It was like a campfire story told by someone with a mild case of fetal alcohol syndrome. Read more »

Carl Orff's Carmina BuranaWhat can I say, Carl Orff is a badass. Don’t YOU enjoy early 20th century German opera? I don’t think I’ve listened to this since I was a sophomore in high school, when I played the first suite in the high school symphony.

This was actually pretty interesting:  I don’t think I’ve listened to opera since the last time I heard Carmina Burana. Or before. And may not again.

So, here it is, in all it’s glory- Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana. 42 minutes and 3 seconds. Not a bad soundtrack to design, write, work-out, or commit high-espionage to, so fire it up and tell me what you think!

The box of legend.  Behold and lose all hopeToday’s Rediscovery: Play “Super Ghouls N’ Ghosts” on a Super Nintendo.

Why: Super Ghouls N’ Ghosts is an affront to humanity.  Generally accepted as one of the hardest games ever made, it gives you the luxury of playing out the fever-dream of a madman, where realistic jump physics, no save points, a haplessly waddling protagonist, and two-hits-til-you’re-dead seem wholly appropriate.  You play as King Arthur, of legend, who somehow has developed a beef with Satan, and then you strap in and learn the important lesson that life’s just not fair.  It ground me up and spit me out as child, but this time things will go differently.

How long HAS it been: ~19-20 years

What was it like then: When I was young, my parents would let me rent a game for the SNES every weekend, in exchange for mowing the lawn and whatever yardwork was required.  Around 1991 and 1992, Nintendo was shoveling out crapware, and it was difficult to determine what games were actually games, and what were just cruel jokes where the consumer was the punchline.  As an 8 year old, I had no way of recognizing that the game with the knight fighting zombies was just such a joke.  Hell, as an adult I think I’d still gravitate towards the box art that suggested I kill zombies.

SUPER GHOULS N GHOSTSI’ll never forget popping that cartridge into my Super Nintendo, and having my spirits shattered like an eggshell prophylactic.  (Did that simile work?  I feel like it worked.  Yeaaaaaah, simile.) I played for hours the first day, and never got past the first half of the first level.  I played for hours the second day, and still couldn’t even fathom beating the first level.   Only by the end of the weekend had I even glimpsed the beginning of the second level.  I’d mowed the lawn AND weed-wacked for this?!  All I had gotten out of it was an OCD-like drive to memorize every detail of everything ever, an addiction to Shasta, and a burning hatred for ghouls and/or ghosts.

What is it like now? I took the time to track down the original cartridge.  I spent a week steeling myself, training and meditating for the unrelenting challenge to come.  I enlisted the help of a cohort, a young woman with the reflexes and instinct to slay whatever forces are thrown our way.  With home-popped popping corn and a determination unparalleled by most SNES gamers, we were ready. Read more »

PriestToday’s Rediscovery: Going to See a Movie By Yourself

How Long HAS it Been: ~9 Years

Why: Unlike previous rediscoveries, this one was not one of nostalgia.  It was to repenetrate a social barrier that I need to constantly remind myself is ridiculous.  Seeing a movie in theaters by yourself makes sense, yet most people never do it.  Why?  If you go to movie theaters to talk with your friends, you’re an asshat, plain and simple.  Short of saving on popcorn and performing the tried-and-true awkward arm-stretch maneuver with your high-school sweetie, there’s no reason to go to the movies with people, I guess.  As proven in January, movie going is not really a social experience.

What Was it Like then: Similar to nervously asking a girl out on the phone in high school.  I went once during some down time at a debate tournament, and it was nerve wracking.  What if someone in the movie stood up, pointed, and tilted their head back to scream whilst inhaling, ala Invasion of the Body Snatchers?  For the first 10 minutes, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I shouldn’t have been there.

What is it like now: Priest was pretty epic.  For a post-apocalyptic sci-fi western vampire movie about a disgraced catholic martial arts expert, it was every bit the explodogasm and intellectual journey one would expect it to be.  I felt like I was unable to nudge people around me knowingly during awesome lines, though there were never any moments of “We’re going to need more holy water”.

Notes: I should do this more…  Except that ultimately I’m beginning to forget why I should go to the theaters at all.  The digital revolution has left me with an arsenal of movies that make it somewhat dumb to go to the theater at all.  So maybe there’s not much to learn from this after all?  Yeah, I think it’s that.  Sorry to have wasted your time folks.  Welp, best be hittin’ the old dusty trail…

Let’s revisit some of our treasured childhood movies, shall we?
The NeverEnding Story The Music Box Raising Arizona

Today’s Rediscovery: “The Music Box”

How long HAS it been? ~24 Years

Why: I don’t remember much before the age of 4, but some of my earliest memories of media were of black and white films, mostly silent, featuring a fat man and a skinny man.

What was it then: I dimly recall watch a fat man and a skinny man being funny. I’d laugh, clap my hands, and be ever so delighted. Heh. Fat man and skinny man. Wooooo boy, it can’t be funnier to a 4 year old, unless a fat man and a skinny man hurt themselves in cartoonish fashions.

What it is now: A fan man and a skinny man hurting each other in cartoonish fashions. I didn’t clap as much this time. I’m also not wholly sure this is the same fat man and skinny man I witnessed when I was a kid.

Notes: This is not… quite as entertaining as I barely remember it to be. Also, I have NO IDEA if this was even a movie I’d seen before, or if this was the correct fat/skinny duo. This was a struggle, trying to recapture a memory so far gone in the past. I think if I marinate on it a little more, I can find the specific movies I once saw…

Today’s Rediscovery: “The NeverEnding Story”

How long HAS it been? ~20 years?

Why: I honestly can’t remember when I saw this last. It wasn’t anytime in or beyond middle school, but I do know this was a pivotal part of my youth. Just listen to this song, and tell me you don’t feel like you just freebased some childhood memories:

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Today’s Rediscovery: Listening to the first real “electronica” song I ever heard.

Why: Around 14 years ago I’d bought a CD at random from the used CD rack of Wherehouse music, by an artist called “The Orb.”  Little did I know it was going to change my life-  this marked the entrance to the world of electronica, which has taken me to countless odd underground shows and clubs, allowing me to meet literally thousands of some of the most interesting and positive people I have ever met.  I did not stick to a taste in trance, and this was both the first and last trance album I believe I owned.

How Long HAS it Been: ~8 years since last hearing this track.

But More Interestingly! I thought this song was oddly symbolic of this month’s project.

Why is it most people have different memories of the skies they viewed as children?  Did you know the majority of people claim that there were more thunderstorms when they were kids?  Almost everyone recalls the colorful sunsets that painted the twilit skies with a saturated fury lost in the annuls of time-  no sunset viewed as an adult could ever match.  Why is this?

Of course, this is not always the case, but by and large, many seem to either play up the skies of their youth, or play down the skies of adulthood. There are three explanations as I see it:

There’s an idealization of childhood experiences.  Much as people remember high school as the “best days of their lives” , there is all too often a “the grass was greener back then” attitude developed by adults-  almost a form of pessimism, yearning for glory days that never existed.  For some odd reason, this seems more appealing that hoping for days yet to come.

There’s also perhaps a certain inclination to be jaded as the years slip by-  you’ve seen the skies countless times, and you forget to notice them nowadays.  It’s not necessarily a bitter lessening of appreciation, it’s that your conscious mind no longer sees relevance to the particular subtle weather patterns that once were so intriguing.

So what is to be taken from this?  Simple!  Tomorrow, take a minute to stop and stare at the clouds.  Remember what the skies were like when you were young, take note of the beauty you have today, and image the beauty of the thunderstorms tomorrow!

Oh, incidentally, it’s raining right now.

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