Do you remember those old VHS tapes?
Back in the dawn of time, when we had VHS tapes — these boxes that held a video on a strip of tape — there was often a sticker on the box that said, "Be kind, rewind." It was so that the next person who got the tape didn't have to sit for an extra five minutes rewinding it — if you are old enough to know dial-up modems, it was the same level of hell. Or patience.
This week, I recorded seven podcasts in two days. One is for Dear Headspace, and the others are for The Radically Loved Podcast. Yes, you heard that, I'm back on TRL Podcast. Starting next week, I'll be joining Tessa as we navigate the new terrain of the show. It needed a revamp, and 2024 seemed the right place and time to do it. So be prepared to listen to some great guests; Tessa and I love banter.
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Returning to the "Please be kind, Rewind" note, I've been feeling so much this week. We braved the "Pineapple Express" and may still have more rain. I'm grateful that we didn't have any leaks and that our leaning tower of Pisa wall, which we share with our beloved neighbors, didn't fall over. We have one of those walls that looks like, if you look at it the wrong way, it can end up in the neighbor's yard. Awesome.
On Sunday, when the rain started, Torr and I cozied up on the couch and began watching a show on Netflix. It was gloomy, and the rain started really coming down. We sat there for a moment, trying to decide what to watch. Overwhelmed with how many options are out there.
Do you remember going to the video store? Going to the video store was my absolute FAVORITE thing to do. My dad and I would walk three blocks to go to Video 21, and we would decide based on the movie's cover. My dad always tells me how, as a kid, I would go to the horror section, pick out the most gruesome cover I could find, go up to him in Spanish, and tell him, "Esta va estar buena, Dad!" Meaning, "This one is gonna be good, Dad!" We won't go into why my dad would appease me and rent a movie that was Rated R and let us watch the terrifying parts but make us close our eyes during any sex or nude scenes. Anyway, going to the video store was my happy place.