I treat it just like I did back in the 80s and 90s; I tell myself that each good photo costs a quarter to develop. After vacations, I have around 10-15 quality pictures.
Lermontov's 'Hero of Our Time' is probably my favorite Russian novel, and I say that as someone who absolutely adores Dostoevsky. It still feels relevant and modern.
As a librarian, that's only around 35% of new books. The rest are about a hard-working professional woman in the big city that inherits her dead aunt's coffee shop in Cape Cod and has a prickly love-hate relationship with the local handyman. There may be a magic cat involved. And books about vampires having love triangles with a werewolf/zombie/black lagoon monster and a Mary Sue insert.
For all the focus on STEM education in the past couple decades, I'm surprised cooking never really came back in vogue. Cooking is applied science that we have to do every day. I had to figure it all out in my late 20s, because shop and home ec were gutted in the 90s in my district.
Now if only whoever owns the rights (Fox? Disney?) would follow suit and drop the old Fox TV catalog (Herman's Head. Whoops!, Parker Lewis Can't Lose) on youtube so I could rewatch the shows I loved as a kid, but never stream anywhere.
Have you tried finding a pirated copy anywhere? I went through an ordeal trying to find the original 60s batman show online for someone, since most available versions were the versions edited down to fit the increased number of ads in the 80s.
I am pretty sure what was syndicated and shown on TV here was the original 60s cut though, since we have far fewer ads than the US.
My parents are poor boomers that could have been rich boomers if they had any self control at all. Instead they pissed away opportunities and money and now they sit and complain they don't have enough. If they had to live as I do, they'd be wealthy due to how high their earning power was in the 70s and 80s.
Back in 2002, I was on the hunt for a copy of Primal Rock Therapy by Blood Circus. I would hit every used record store, book store, CD exchange, and thrift store trying to find a copy (I still had unreliable dial up at home, so getting it off the internet was a pipe dream). I eventually found it in a used bin at a Half-price Books in Cleveland after 4 years of searching.
It was a middling album by a middling band, but the satisfaction I felt I still remember 23 years later. Same with the 4-6 weeks delivery from catalogs of the 90s. We no longer have the anticipation and the wonder we did in an analog/scarcity world when everything is on demand.
Reddit is still extremely valuable if you curate it heavily. My entire feed is my narrow interests and passions (though I still use old.reddit, which helps. The minute that's gone, I probably am too)