Reminds me of the wisteria house in Sierra Madre. It was planted either in the very early 20th c. or late 19th. It eventually grew to cover two city lots and was a major attraction when it was in its (sadly very short) blooming period. I think they stopped letting people in though.
You help me with that, and I’ll tell you how to pronounce Skaneateles.
I have had a lot of trouble with links since the move to Discourse. For a while, everything I tried to link went to a YouTube video on how to fix my car. Now the links flat-out don’t work. Heavy sigh.
Maybe, but it also wouldn’t surprise me if in the early days of recorded music you bought records from department stores, or drug stores, or similar places, and dedicated record stores didn’t come along until later.
Record stores were already mostly taken over by cassettes and then CDs by the time I was in the position to buy music (early teens). So I bought my first cassette around… 1985?1986? Around there. And I mostly just taped music off the radio like everyone else, or duped cassettes thanks to that friend that had a dual cassette boombox.
I bought my first CD player (a discman) in 1993 or 1994.
So records were fundamentally an obsolete tech before I got into music. Not that they didn’t linger, have some space on shelves, or haven’t made a comeback of sorts, but they were things my parents had and almost never took the time to listen too.
An important category missing from the typos is “Doper’s are getting wrecked by autocorrect/autocomplete”. If I’m doing something from my phone or tablet, or the auto-spelling feature in my browser, it’ll sometimes pick a word adjacent to the one I want, or in a different tense, or similar. And since it’s properly spelled even if it’s the wrong word, it doesn’t register unless I’m doing a good proofread. Which I normally do, but laziness and IRL issues are a thing too!
Likely the same place that sold the record players.
I don’t currently live in a touristy area, but my previous office happened to be located in Franz Liszt’s former home. The building wasn’t preserved as a museum or anything, though it did have a plaque on the wall outside noting its famous former resident. Every day tour groups would congregate outside my office window, and their guides would point inside, prompting dozens of curious tourists to gawk at me working at my desk, and sometimes even snap photos.
I live in a suburb of Nashville, between the city and a popular destination for woogirl batchlorette parties, so I have my fair share of tourists.
I only recently learned of the existence of fancy weighted hula hoops with electronic counters in them. Someone needs to tell Norville Barnes they’re not just for kids anymore.
There was a time I could impress the Hell out of you all with my yo-yo fu. I still have about 20 yo-yos, some I paid nearly a hundred bucks for. Alas, you use it or lose it. I can still manage an around the world, cat’s cradle, walk the dog, and a decently long sleeper, but the really showy stuff I think would take a while to come back to me.
I consider these fairly showy. What sort of tricks could you do in the past?
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ETA: I can do all that you mentioned, but I changed my answer from “impress the hell outta” to “I could do a few moves”.
I could barely use a yo-yo when I was a child, let alone now.
I could probably still make a yoyo go up and down (I haven’t actually tried in many years) but I’m pretty sure that doesn’t count as a “move”.
I don’t live in a tourist attraction area now. But I grew up in one.
It’s not great. You’re living year round in an area that has a seasonal economy.
I came across a Yo-Yo™ recently and was able to make it function and even sleep okay, but my first try at reliving around-the-world was dangerous enough that I stopped immediately.
Various mounts, where you loop the yo-yo around to spin on top of the string. They are called “trapeze” tricks and you can do singles, doubles, or triples (if you have super-powers). I think I would have to watch lots of videos to relearn those.
For those who regret missing Record Store Day, I’ll give you a heads up. Independent Bookstore Day is Saturday, April 25. A poll will follow.
I don’t remember ever hulaing a hoop in my life. The fad was long gone by my time.
My usual lack of coordination extended to attempts to yo-yo. I’m lucky I didn’t injure myself.
I can make a yo-yo sleep. I can walk the dog. I can rock the cradle. And then the damn thing catches on the string, rockets up, and whacks me in the back of the head. You’d be impressed by that last one. Well, at least you’ll probably remember it for a long time, at my expense.
I could maintain a yo yo going up and down but not do any tricks. Sure if I tried to do tricks I would probably “look like a monkey trying to untangle a string of Christmas lights” but I wouldn’t try that so I put other.