oh beezy

miscellaneous cultural commentary from two urban twenty-somethings. on this here interweb, we go by "bee" and "zy."

cough, memory

OK, cheesy. But having a cold is making me nostalgic.  Nostalgic for retro medicines (blue!), cold cure rituals. But mostly for the humidifier we used to have.  It was huge and round, and made of alternating brown and tan plastic strips (thanks, late ’70s design sense!).  It actually looked a bit like the carousel used for film projectors. The sound it made was like an industrial-strength fog machine.   These days you can get a sleek model: gray and misty, a blue penguin, a frog.  But my foghorn-volume machine felt solid and reassuring; I miss the reassuring weight of my old things.   I miss the texture of life.


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