Category Archives: The Nostalgia Box

This is a receptacle for my overflowing sentimentality may bleed into. Family photographs and childhood memories abound here.

I survived the 90’s?

Posted on September 10, 2011 by Jeff Mazurek

TAKE 1 (9/4/2011): Plucked from the acidic, dream-crushing depths of deviantART, what follows was another excuse to spend time with the drawing tablet. So … you, dear audience, get to look at 11 or 12 sketched bits instead of a single, … Continue reading →

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Unpacking My Media

Posted on July 12, 2011 by Jeff Mazurek

I unpacked my media collection last week, and in an effort to purchase some intellectual fuel to reflect upon the task (and for the nonsense that follows), I recently reread Walter Benjamin’s 1931 essay “Unpacking My Library.” For a 20th century polymath like Benjamin, … Continue reading →

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Running at Night, or, The Intersection of Memory and Dreams

Posted on June 6, 2011 by Jeff Mazurek

Some winter day when I was little, I climbed in my grandfather’s truck and accompanied him to his friend’s house, so that he might drop something off or pick something up–tools, probably, that he often loaned to and borrowed from handy friends … Continue reading →

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Walled Up Again

Posted on April 25, 2011 by Jeff Mazurek

The following comic is based on true events. *   * Lies! It’s all lies! Sara (now my wife, of course) and Carrie (married and living in Cincinnati) are wonderful people. At the time, I tended to drift off amid … Continue reading →

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Milan Cartwheel

Posted on April 5, 2011 by Jeff Mazurek

My impressions of Milano were these: a fashionable shopper’s town, and hell on the respiratory system. Though my wife and I wandered the city, I don’t remember the walking so much as I recall holding my breath along the sidewalks … Continue reading →

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Things I (usually) drew when I was a kid

Posted on March 16, 2011 by Jeff Mazurek

When I was a kid, I drew a lot of scenes on college-ruled paper that, in retrospect, I can only describe as “hyper-violent.” I drew gunfights and muscled brutes beheading one another with punches. I drew stick figures armed with knives … Continue reading →

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The ID Badge as a Mugshot

Posted on February 14, 2011 by Jeff Mazurek

Since I began this blog I’ve wanted to write about the following photograph: In fact, one could even say I thought it terribly important to write about–so much the case that I’ve avoided the artifact for fear of misrepresenting it, … Continue reading →

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On, well … seeing Santa

Posted on December 25, 2010 by Jeff Mazurek

Behold, a photograph of my father on Santa’s lap: This idyllic little scene took place somewhere in Michigan, after 1957 but before 1960, probably in a department store, by the look of it (Wikipedia tells me that the enclosed shopping … Continue reading →

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On (not) seeing Santa

Posted on December 22, 2010 by Jeff Mazurek

I don’t remember too many occasions on Santa’s lap. I remember the year I asked for a Sega Genesis (and you … or I, rather, can thank their “Sega Does what Nintendon’t” ad campaign for the fervor of this request), … Continue reading →

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When I say I should take you bowling, there’s part of this in the invitation:

Posted on December 8, 2010 by Jeff Mazurek

5/7/2009   Dear collective, mysterious You: Tonight, instead of mining the internet for bits of music, or giving it too much of my time, I went bowling. And there, at an establishment too openly designed, too well-lit and too modern … Continue reading →

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