maybe it’s not a habit… maybe it’s just an idiosyncrasy.
when i was 13, i had a paper route. eventually, i came to dislike how long it took and how i was likely missing out on something else that i wanted to do; namely, watch my favorite movies. at some point, i hooked up the tape player to the amplifier and watched the princess bride while recording it on cassette. i distinctly remember having to pause the movie in order to flip the tape over, accounting for the lacuna that occurs at the beginning and end of the magnetic tape.
i’d take mom’s honkin’ sony walkman on my paper route and listen to the movie. i’d seen it so many times that it didn’t matter not having the visual, it was (still is!) etched into my brain.
fast forward 23 years and after making gallons and gallons of kombucha for two years, i needed something to listen to that wasn’t music or netflix.
i pulled out my trusty ol’ ipod onto which i’ve burned several favorite movies; not that the tiny screen would ever be the best way to watch a film, as david lynch would attest to.
and while i spent an hour in the sweaty kitchen, brewing up two batches of delicious booch, i listened to final destination, pausing to watch the scary bits.
