Elasticate

Something I admire about Elastic, it takes a lot to pull it apart. The stronger it is the harder to break it.

Take the elastic band. Beautiful. Perfectly cast roundness, unbreakable and together. Pull it and it stretches lovely.

I had an elastic band holding my rear head torch in place all winter. Tough bands them. Mine eventually broke, but from old age bless it.

When I think of that band and compare it to us, and our families I question our strength of solid connectivity.

For elastic, it’s science, it doesn’t have a mind it doesn’t have to think under pressure of being stretched it just does its science thing.

For us, our lifes generally elasticate around family, friends, work and other activities. Expanding and contracting in a usually ok place.

Yet sometimes we are close to snapping that beautiful elastic existence for one reason or another.

For whatever those reasons, right or wrong do we really want to break that perfect elasticitiy, sadly yes and all too often sometimes.

Yet, unlike the broken elastic band holding my rear head torch in place, as people we can mend our relations.

For us its not science but our humanity that decides on our continued connectivity.

Unlike the elastic band, it is possible.

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Before online streaming, before Blockbuster, was ​The Video Shack

It was my golden ray of movie sunshine.  Endless rows of stacked video popcorn ready to delight all sensations.  This was my 80’s heaven.

The long walk to the video shack, the difficult choice of a seemingly impossible selection of movies was all worthwhile when we got home.

As a kid I always thought the name video shack was an odd mix of new and old.

This was a new world of dazzling video, Hollywood comes to our home, whereas shack was a rickety building from the dusty wild west!

I recall at the counter of the video shack a little loss of the magic when handing over a colourful movie poster embossed case, to receive back a bleak blue colourless case with an insert of paper threatening a penance should the movie be returned late.

Yet I knew inside the box was a magical journey to another place.

This addiction to home entertainment video came when our father brought home our first video player.

This was technology happening.  My eyes were lit, my feet fastened.  Watching a blockbuster at home.

Whhhaaatt?

Opening that thick plastic cover back at shelone road, slotting that beautiful brick of videoness into the top loader was a delight of wonderful trepidation.

It closed with 80’s efficiency, and then the magic happened on the big blocky tv with low definition and dolbyless sound.

To these eyes and ears at that age, things couldn’t get any better.

I was introduced to Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris,  E.T. and Indy.   Some films I didn’t understand, but liked for some reason.   I laughed at funny films like blazing saddles, only to watch in later years to understand the true adult meaning of the humour.

So many memories, once my brother and I hired 9 videos and watched in one sitting!

Theatre lost crowds when the cinema gained popularity, which lost to video then to TV.

Thankfully there’s a resurgence in both theatre and cinema but with online streaming the likes of the video shack are becoming the dusty wild west shack, an empty rickety past.

Whatever choice and outlets available, we live for a medium to stir our senses, long may the video shack and it’s many lost brother’s rest in peace for the magic they  brought us, and to the remainder of those who exist we salute you!