I have an essay in this week’s @bloomberg.com Weekend Edition about ticket stubs and memory and how the ways we catalog our own pasts have been changed by the internet. I’m really proud of it and I hope you’ll read it. Gift link: https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2025-03-07/the-case-for-ditching-digital-memories-for-physical-objects?accessToken=eyJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiIsInR5cCI6IkpXVCJ9.eyJzb3VyY2UiOiJTdWJzY3JpYmVyR2lmdGVkQXJ0aWNsZSIsImlhdCI6MTc0MTM2NjU3NiwiZXhwIjoxNzQxOTcxMzc2LCJhcnRpY2xlSWQiOiJTU1I4NDFEV0xVNjgwMCIsImJjb25uZWN0SWQiOiI3MDQyN0U3REVGMkM0MDEzODNCNDUzRjAyNUE2NDc3NyJ9.VeuyckQk5961H_lkmzsMM-Lh1MVCZb_I1jEo30b37ks
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my first concert was springsteen in 1984, still have the ticket. $19.50!!
My thirteen year old is super into 90’s/00’s rap right now and I gave him an older book of mine to borrow that happened to have an 8 Mile movie ticket stub stuck in as a bookmark. He marveled at it! My memory, right there for not only me to see, but for him to see!
Very True
Memory, just like art, is more about what you choose to keep out than what you keep in
Also, I noticed I have like 0 physical photo albums.
I thoroughly enjoyed following along as my phone read it to me. And I feel horribly guilty about that! 🙈
Also, this is a cool post on how visually distinct and nice concert tickets were https://casualarchivist.substack.com/p/ticketsplease
Many years later, and now married with kids, I need to dig those scarves out and see if I can find a new place for them..
One of my prized possessions is a ticket stub album of the games and concerts I’ve attended over the years.
Digital tickets are the worst.