Jeremy.
Jeremy.
@jeremy@blog.jeremynathanial.com

My blog for extended length posting on gardening, tinkering, and rants.

Main social account: @germ@deletethis.lol

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  • The Year I Learned to Love Summer

    tl;dr? Let me read it for you.

    If ever there were an opposite of a summer person, it is me. Summer is a season of endurance, in which I must cram myself into clothes I don’t feel comfortable in, and hide away in the air conditioning waiting for it to be over.

    I’m a fall guy. I love the fall. I love how ominous it sounds: the fall. Autumn’s a pretty good word for it too.

    It’s a season of relief, when I can finally put on a hoodie and comfy clothes to enjoy a fire on chilly nights, while the days are still warm enough to open the windows or get outside. I love the crispness of the air. The liminality of the atmosphere as nature prepares for the long sleep, and the deep, dark shadows cast by a sun sinking lower on the horizon. The promise of it is the only thing that gets me through the grueling days of summer.

    Above all things, I love Halloween. Three years ago, when my husband and I were ready to move out of the growing bustle of downtown Denver, the prospect of a quiet house in the woods of New England, with its stunning fall foliage in the spookiest corner of the country, was an easy sell for us.

    Over the years, I’ve let my love for Halloween and “the fall” creep, pushing the decorations further and further up the calendar until it consumed Thanksgiving and Christmas. In place of Santa and reindeer, I had ghosts and skeletons dressed up in pretty lights and frosted snowflakes: “Spookmas”.

    This year, in the ultimate act of terrorism upon summertime, I declared it “Summerween”, dragging my ghosts all the way back to July. I even found this awesome inflatable pumpkin pool and watched summer slasher movies in the sun.

    So why is it that now, as we enter the final days of summer, am I so bummed to see it go? Why does the idea of putting up Halloween decorations this year fill me with dread? To the point that now I’m the one annoyed with people like me.

    The obvious conclusion would be that I found a way to make summer not miserable for myself via Summerween, but truthfully, I’m overselling how much Summerweening I actually did. It was a thing I started, enjoyed for a day or two, but ultimately found… I didn’t need it?

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  • She drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra

    Carrie Fisher was long done with Star Wars when I came into this world. When I was born, she’d already established Princess Leia as an icon. Still fresh enough to be relevant, but solidified as an untouchable American monolith. Princess Leia was simply a thing that had always been there.

    Return of the Jedi was my first “adult” movie to memory. I had no idea what was going on, but I was in love with the spectacle and magic of it. The Ewoks were everything. I lived for the Ewoks, and I wanted nothing more than to be with Leia as they ushered her away to their tree village.

    We couldn’t afford to buy movies at the time, so my parents would buy blank VHS tapes and catch movies as they aired on cable for recording. Jedi was the only Star Wars film we had for a long time, but it was my favorite thing to watch and I wore that tape out.

    I worked my way backward through the trilogy. The Empire Strikes Back aired, and we recorded that. This film endeared me completely to Leia. Her frustration and short temper had me in stitches. I would rewind the tape, cackling on the floor as I watched her yell at Han over and over. I had to have more!

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  • The other night, a friend and I took a brave trip down memory lane into our first years with LiveJournal. What we found was, unsurprisingly, horrifying. Eleven years ago, we were completely different people. We over-shared, we over-emoted, and felt no fear in doing so.

    But so did everyone else. The internet was a very different place, back then.

    Our generation had the unique position of growing up with the internet. As we first began to find our voices, define ourselves and finally venture out into the world, so too was the internet still finding its legs. Not many people even knew what to do with the internet, beyond knowing that they should have an e-mail address (so you can forward chain mail). We ran no risk of running into our parents on social networking sites. There was no worry of your employers seeing the post about your bad day at work. It was rare to even find your friends on-line. The internet was a refuge from all these things.

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