10 posts tagged “vox hunt”
Audio/Video: Share a great use of a song in a commercial.
"The Way I Am" Ingrid Michaelson for Old Navy Sweaters
Show us a childhood hero.
Subitted by Eric's Page.
Well, the two most famous ones are the ones I share with the world -- or at least every child who was raised in the 70's and early 80's.
Fred Rogers.
I met him once, very briefly. I won't ever forget it.
Anyone who hasn't read this op ed by Davy Rothbart from the New York Times should do so immediately.
It was printed the day after he died.
And
Jim Henson.
It's funny to me that the greatest tributes to these two men were written by natives of Ann Arbor. :)
If you never heard A Boy and His Frog you should listen to it, too.
Or if you want to see a video that makes me weep every time . . .
Show us how you rang in the new year!
I abandoned big party plans after having a stressful day.
Show us something shiny.
Submitted by princesskasren.
and yes, that's a bottle of fake blood in the basket on my backseat.
Show us something that makes you nostalgic. How 'bout a few things?
I miss the old herbal essences shampoo design. (I actually do like their newest logo.)
But I long for the clear bottle with the o-so-70's wavy haired bohemian lady and the leprechaun green liquid inside.*sigh* vintage packaging=nostalgia
But let's not forget 'tales of a fourth grade feminist.'
I mounted a Mondale/Ferraro campaign in the fourth grade gifted program at KPMS that would have revolutionized America.
In fact, in our elementary school poll, they won the election.
How did I brainwash four grades of rural WV spawn to vote Democrat,
and with a female running mate . . . the world may never know. . .
And then there are old photos from college plays.
There you have it. Real Nostalgia.
Now, I am a person fairly prone to nostalgia as well as the sentimental behavior and melancholy that may accompany it.
That said, college, especially my theatre life there, trigger the spectrum of good and bad feelings held within the essence of "nostalgia." First, I am a little sad those times are past. Then, I am bursting with unspeakable gratitude for all the people and experiences I was given. And of course, beyond sad and happy, there's a little guilt that I can't or don't contact so many people in my life that were so absolutely vital to my existence at that particular time.