Whatever | year 1991 behind the scenes

From all the things I could have done to use my traintrip as a timeportal to bring me back to the 1991 timeline;
Reading an essay about Millennials versus Boomers and why they envy and hate each other was arguably one of the worst.

Millennials had not been invented yet, and my generation did not care about Boomers.
Generation X did not pay attention to anyone outside our age bracket.
We were 100% peer-focused.

1991-me would not have picked up reading this essay.
Not even it was the last snippet left to read after the entire human civilization had been wiped out by nuclear war.

We had learned not to care, because that had been the only way to survive.

However, in 1991 this “cold war” was over.
Quotation marks because these years were shaping the geopolitical climate we are now experiencing.
But on the surface, everything seemed happy and bright.
And with our internalized nihilism not having anywhere to project on or to cling to.

Or at least it didn’t, until 1991 and grunge was invented.
And like the four horsemen, the horses of Grunge pulled a chariot carrying the surviving Gods of Rock ( a genre that had been struggling a bit under the threat of so much positivity ) as well as rap music, which would end up thriving in the 90s.

It was this chariot, that carried what we now think of as the Generation X identity.

And it’s only the few who latched on to that speeding dark chariot, with Nirvana or rap music on the speakers, who we now think of, in the very rare case we talk about Gen X.

If at the end of the decade, you were still on that chariot, and had not jumped off blending in with the Boomers and Millennials?
That’s the people we think of, if we think of Generation X

If I want my project to relive the 90s timeline to thrive;
Lauren needs to be on that chariot.


~Lauren
An unexamined life is not worth living

The story behind this time travel project has been added below, and adjusted to the format it will have in 2026..

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The series Harteveld 2026*
And these Behind the Scenes of my 1991 timeline.
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About: the 1991 project

For an indefinite time, I will be moving to the, I assume fictional, timeline of (re-)living 35 years ago.
Making the current year 1991, and I’m switching to a new shorter format:
The number of characters will be my fictional age on this timeline x 100.
This means until summer 1991 (2026), they will be 1800 characters, representing 18 years old.
And after that 1900 characters.

This project has a predecessor, where I wrote as if I was in 1994 – 2000;
But this was mostly a literary (diary) undertaking.
I’m cutting back deeper into time, and do not intend to keep a diary. It is the living in the past itself, that is the art.

In September 2025 I came up with these goals, covering the first 8 years.

My 8 year goals are:
📵 to live a 20th Century life
🎸 to be a 20th century-inspired Rock journalist.
But on the current timeline.
So this means I make money creating content and speaking about rock music and 20th century things 

📚 publish Lauren Harteveld work 2010-2025
📢 to make the Lauren Harteveld legacy visible

Books 

My diaries are available at LULU 
New books will be added.

The best way to receive updates on when these books are ready,
is to subscribe to this blog.
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Girl wants her MTV | year 1991 behind the scenes

There was an old forgotten dream, to move to London and become a VJ, which is a video discjockey, the one announcing videos and interviewing bands, at MTV or other music channels.

Contrary to DJs who worked live on air, but from the quiet of their radio studio, VJs were part of television culture.

Equal to anchors from regular channels, they were selected on their ability to perform in front of a camera, interact with guests, and to be bold and creative in particular when on location.

The more you were allowed to go out, and the bigger the stars you were to interview;
The higher your rogue-status needed to be.

I can’t imagine I thought that far ahead though. I was not actually interested in interviewing anybody, nor in being a celebrity myself. But I dreamed of going for daily runs in Hyde Park, and it was the single reason I actually ran for a brief year or so.

I wanted my life to be interesting and to be saved from the corporate bubble that was about to swallow me whole.

MTV never amounted to anything though, but luckily I was still spared. In a far less interesting but also less risky way, and I rarely thought back to this strange phase in my life.
Until now.

Because it is the perfect cover for this timeline project where I pretend it’s 35 years ago.
This angle gives Lauren 1991 something to aim for, and also solves a hell of a pesky planning problem which keeps resurfacing:
When to make content for my YouTube channels?!

Just the pop-culture related series, which are my favorite ones, cost 5 hours per week.

As much as I want to keep this modern-day, YouTube related stuff on my weekdays/ workhours/ 2026 timeline;
It just doesn’t fit!

But if Lauren 1991 would have a dream to be a VJ?
Then she could spend her Sundays working for a local tv station.

Bingo.


~Lauren
An unexamined life is not worth living

The story behind this time travel project has been added below, and adjusted to the format it will have in 2026..

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The series Harteveld 2026*
And these Behind the Scenes of my 1991 timeline.
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About: the 1991 project

For an indefinite time, I will be moving to the, I assume fictional, timeline of (re-)living 35 years ago.
Making the current year 1991, and I’m switching to a new shorter format:
The number of characters will be my fictional age on this timeline x 100.
This means until summer 1991 (2026), they will be 1800 characters, representing 18 years old.
And after that 1900 characters.

This project has a predecessor, where I wrote as if I was in 1994 – 2000;
But this was mostly a literary (diary) undertaking.
I’m cutting back deeper into time, and do not intend to keep a diary. It is the living in the past itself, that is the art.

In September 2025 I came up with these goals, covering the first 8 years.

My 8 year goals are:
📵 to live a 20th Century life
🎸 to be a 20th century-inspired Rock journalist.
But on the current timeline.
So this means I make money creating content and speaking about rock music and 20th century things 

📚 publish Lauren Harteveld work 2010-2025
📢 to make the Lauren Harteveld legacy visible

Books 

My diaries are available at LULU 
New books will be added.

The best way to receive updates on when these books are ready,
is to subscribe to this blog.
Button on this page, probably on the top right.

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This time really, really | year 1991 behind the scenes

When I say “This time really, really”, what I mean is;
I am going to live in 1991, as I intended to all along!
Because, well firstly because I said I would, of course.

There’s no point in deciding your new project, and basically future as an artist, is that you will live on different timelines, only to then not execute.
So that’s the biggest reason to get with the program and to “Let’s fucking go”, to use what was probably the catch phrase of 2025. (and not very 1990 or 1991)

But the other reason I want to get serious with this, is because I know very well how to do it. Had I chosen “Learn to paint like Renoir” as my artistic goal, I would have had all sorts of reasons to be disheartened.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I chose: “I am going to live as if it is 35 years ago.”
Creating, or recreating, my own history. I’m overwriting it.

I’m also overwriting my current 2026 timeline as well, which is equally interesting.
What happens, if you don’t commit to the timeline everybody around you is on? 

I’m not a purist, most of my diaries are still dated 2026, and I also use modern media, like Google maps on my phone, and this blog.

And yet, I have a good idea on how to still create this new timeline.
I really want to do it despite me having been super flakey with it in the past.
I know how it’s done, the principles are clear.

They have just been really hard to execute because I’m used to using social media when I am on my computer, and to using YouTube like a permanent drip, when I do anything else.
It’s always playing in the background.

All moments which would have been silent, in 1991.
Maybe just a radio playing.

Therefor the 1991 rules will be:
Keeping my phone off, until I’m behind my desk.
News & Social media once a day.
YouTube only on traditional tv moments.

Really.


~Lauren
An unexamined life is not worth living

The story behind this time travel project has been added below, and adjusted to the format it will have in 2026..

Subscribe to this blog for my letters to Sara;
The series Harteveld 2026*
And these Behind the Scenes of my 1991 timeline.
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About: the 1991 project

For an indefinite time, I will be moving to the, I assume fictional, timeline of (re-)living 35 years ago.
Making the current year 1991, and I’m switching to a new shorter format:
The number of characters will be my fictional age on this timeline x 100.
This means until summer 1991 (2026), they will be 1800 characters, representing 18 years old.
And after that 1900 characters.

This project has a predecessor, where I wrote as if I was in 1994 – 2000;
But this was mostly a literary (diary) undertaking.
I’m cutting back deeper into time, and do not intend to keep a diary. It is the living in the past itself, that is the art.

In September 2025 I came up with these goals, covering the first 8 years.

My 8 year goals are:
📵 to live a 20th Century life
🎸 to be a 20th century-inspired Rock journalist.
But on the current timeline.
So this means I make money creating content and speaking about rock music and 20th century things 

📚 publish Lauren Harteveld work 2010-2025
📢 to make the Lauren Harteveld legacy visible

Books 

My diaries are available at LULU 
New books will be added.

The best way to receive updates on when these books are ready,
is to subscribe to this blog.
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The Year MCMXCI a.D. | year 1991 behind the scenes

It was the year we remembered having been taught Roman numbers, but not recalling enough to decipher Enigma’s album called “MCMXC”, which simply means 1990, the year of its release, and the year when I started this fictional timeline last year.

This is the breakdown of those numbers:
M 1000
CM 900 (1000 minus one tenth)
CX 90 (100 minus one tenth)

Because I’m now in 1991, instead of 1990, I added a Roman “I”, meaning 1.

So welcome to this new year 1991 Anno Domini, Latin for “in the year of the Lord”.

Where an 18 year old Lauren lives her new virgin timeline, breaking with a previous iteration of this project where she had an affair with Bear.

In this new timeline, Lauren has chosen to remain a virgin instead.
She did meet up with Bear 13 months ago in December 1989.
And as far as casual lovers would go, he would have been a great one for her first time sex, but she changed her mind.
And she declined the offer she had largely invented herself.

She simply changed her mind.
Just a good first time sex was no longer going to cut it.
She wanted more.

And now, January 1991, she still stands by that decision, even though it has not been an easy year for her. It’s fair to say not a day has gone by without her reviewing her decision and wondering if it had been worth it.
And if there is a deadline when she will lower her standards.

The answers however, are always the same.

Yes, it was worth it.
No, there is no deadline on which she will lower her standards.

But she has a copy of the 1990 Enigma cd and has realized this is what came instead:
A lover in the form of an all-male Gregorian choir.

She can even hear the electric guitar, because at heart she is still a hard rock fan.

“The principles of lust
Are burned in your mind
Do what you want
Do it until you find
Love.”

 ~Lauren
An unexamined life is not worth living

The story behind this time travel project has been added below, and adjusted to the format it will have in 2026..

Subscribe to this blog for my letters to Sara;
The series Harteveld 2026*
And these Behind the Scenes of my 1990 timeline.
The subscription button is on this page, most likely on the top right.

About: the 1991 project

For an indefinite time, I will be moving to the, I assume fictional, timeline of (re-)living 35 years ago.
Making the current year 1991, and I’m switching to a new shorter format:
The number of characters will be my fictional age on this timeline x 100.
This means until summer 1991 (2026), they will be 1800 characters, representing 18 years old.
And after that 1900 characters.

This project has a predecessor, where I wrote as if I was in 1994 – 2000;
But this was mostly a literary (diary) undertaking.
I’m cutting back deeper into time, and do not intend to keep a diary. It is the living in the past itself, that is the art.

In September 2025 I came up with these goals, covering the first 8 years.

My 8 year goals are:
📵 to live a 20th Century life
🎸 to be a 20th century-inspired Rock journalist.
But on the current timeline.
So this means I make money creating content and speaking about rock music and 20th century things 

📚 publish Lauren Harteveld work 2010-2025
📢 to make the Lauren Harteveld legacy visible

Books 

My diaries are available at LULU 
New books will be added.

The best way to receive updates on when these books are ready,
is to subscribe to this blog.
Button on this page, probably on the top right.

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A Timeline… Disappeared? | Longread | year 1990 behind the scenes

One area in my life effected positively by my time-traveling projects, are my  self-made postcards for New Year.

I have always made them myself but didn’t really land on a formula.
They varied from a sonnet, to a hand-drawn comic, to two of them being from the pond in my backyard in the years I rented a family home.
One from
an incredibly large frog, unexpectedly appearing in spring and sitting there like he owned the place. Which he probably did.
And the year after I photographed the pond’s waterlilies.
The house also had a shed with a stone marten, but they never made it to the card because I never saw it. Even if I had it would have been too quick to make a photo.

But I recognize stone marten smell ever since.
It’s the smell of carnivore poo, you can also smell it in the predator enclosure in the zoo.

So over the course of my life making New Year cards was a recurring theme. Yet I was aware that it had started to slip.
Inspiration was running low, and although I didn’t realize it, it was at the point where it would either fall by the wayside entirely;
Or be upleveled into something I could commit to. 

And then, a couple of years into my first timeline project which I did from 2019 to early 2025;
A couple of years in, I suddenly saw the light.

I would make a card, explaining my timeline project, and wishing everybody a happy 1998.
I repeated it the following years as well (1999, 2000), and assumed I would keep this going forever.
Until early 2025 when I noticed the timeline project in its current form, was no longer alive.
By now it was in the year 2000 and both my love life as well as my love for the project, had been cold for over a year.
The timeline, was dying.
If I wanted the fate of my love life (which was supposed to be the star of this whole project. Kind of like the frog!) to be different, something needed to change.

So I picked up an old timeline. Imagine a Star Wars scene where they find old spaceships, crashed into the ground a long time ago, during wars long forgotten.
That’s how I found this timeline.

Because I had already been toying around with this one, on and off. It was linked to the idea of living in 1988 or 1989.

Visual for this paragraph:
A foggy rain forest and a woman investigating a site with crashed spaceships, overgrown with forest vegetation.
She wonders if she’s attracted to the idea that the spaceship era might revive?
Or to the idea that it will not? And that this remote site with its abandoned relics will be hers alone.
That’s how I scavenged my old timeline projects, wondering if I should pick them up.

I had written about those experiments (living or drawing inspiration from 1988/1989) before, but had never pushed through.
Therefor, they had never become a “real” timeline.
Nor did any of the things I had connected to it taken root or were any of its goals achieved.

But this year (2025), with my initial timeline project flatlining in the year 2000, I decided to give this other 90-ish scenario a serious go.

And although definitely not perfect, I could feel this was the breath of fresh air I needed, as well as what the reboot the whole (let’s be honest: WEIRD) idea of doing a time travel project needed.
That the first timeline project, 1994-2000 (2019-2025) had been a draft version, my early work, perhaps just an experiment.
And that now, with the new 1990-ish timeline, I would get serious.

So this December, creating my new cards to wish everybody a happy New Year, I did not continue on the previous storyline (where the new year would have been 2001), but I explained I had opened a New Timeline.
And wished everybody a happy 1991.

I used a photo from myself from 1990, but it was more like “THE photo” (not “a” photo) because it turned out, I only had one set of photos from 1990.
As if the first time around, I had left the thinnest trail of myself, so I could relive it again. There was an abundance of concert clippings though, and other souvenirs and keepsakes. But it was in particular the music clippings that interested me.
Apparently I had been trying to expand my horizon from the bands I loved and adored, to a more broader palette of rock and metal.

You could say I was dipping my toes in the water of becoming a rock journalist.
A dream that came back to me this year, even before I found the clippings. I now have a small collection of reference works from the 70s and 80s, that would have kickstarted my career as a rock journalist in 1990.

Over the course of 2025 this new 1990 timeline had naturally started taking shape already.
And finding the gap in my 1990 photo album reinforced this idea, this was indeed where it was supposed to land.

There was space here, to live it a second time.

So I created the cards, ordered them, wrote them, and was already starting to feel really good about how smooth it had all gone this year, and how ahead of the game I was!
With a little luck some people would even have it before Christmas, and I was confident everybody would have it before the New Year.

On another positive note there had not been major changes in the list of addressees either. Just a few minor ones, which were related to professional choices, situational changes and I sent a few extra cards to people with whom I had reconnected this year. 
A drama-free year, without any breakups.

Here I was, at the post office, thinking how fortunate I had been, when I discovered the stack of mail had caught some unexpected, but extremely minor, water damage.
It had silently wiped out every letter it could get its slippery hands on, and I discovered the few single drops had not come alone. Multiple envelopes were damaged, although miraculously none of the essential part of addresses (which would have required my address book) had been affected.
Everything that had been smudged, I could easily redo.

And I had stickers on me so I could fix up the envelopes before posting them.

So there they went: A few of them a bit battered, but most of them fortunately still in their original pristine condition.
Except now of course I knew how fragile both their good looks as well as their addresses were…

They could all be taken out and disappear forever.

This year’s events around this card, activating this 35 year old timeline, confirmed what the silent death of the year 2000 had already proven;
Timelines can be created in the blink of an eye, but t
hey’re volatile, unpredictable and can disappear without anyone noticing..

Keeping your timeline alive will require focus, effort and willpower.
And possibly, stickers.

 ~Lauren
An unexamined life is not worth living

The story behind this time travel project has been added below..

Subscribe to this blog for my letters to Sara;
The series Harteveld 2025*
And these Behind the Scenes of my 1990 timeline.
The subscription button is on this page, most likely on the top right.

About: the 1990 project

For an indefinite time, I will be moving to the, I assume fictional, timeline of (re-)living 35 years ago.
Making the current year 1990.
This project has a predecessor, where I wrote as if I was in 1994 – 2000;
But this was mostly a literary (diary) undertaking.

I’m cutting back deeper into time, and do not intend to keep a diary. It is the living in the past itself, that is the art.

In September 2025 I came up with these goals, covering the first 8 years.

My 8 year goals are:
📵 to live a 20th Century life
🎸 to be a 20th century-inspired Rock journalist.
But on the current timeline.
So this means I make money creating content and speaking about rock music and 20th century things 

📚 publish Lauren Harteveld work 2010-2025
📢 to make the Lauren Harteveld legacy visible

Books 

My diaries are available at LULU 
New books will be added.

The best way to receive updates on when these books are ready,
is to subscribe to this blog.
Button on this page, probably on the top right.

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The Immaculate | year 1990 behind the scenes

Babysteps, according to some, are an inefficient and even dangerous way to move around.

That it’s better to leap and go all in, instead of taking baby steps..

I was reminded of that when this morning I could suddenly no longer walk, as if I had stepped in a piece of glass.
The kind of sting as if you’ve stepped into glas, but the splinter has already disappeared into your foot and the only way you can tell something is wrong is because you feel it when you walk.

I had no idea how it got there, and after taking a shower it was gone, although for good measure I still took the soda footbath.
But it was gone.

However, when I was still hopping around the house, surprised at how debilitating it was, and wondering when I would go see a doctor (as soon as possible or after a week or so?) I did wonder what it symbolized.
What does it symbolize when you wake up unable to walk because you stand on one foot?
And I knew.

I had one foot in my 1990 timeline, and the other still here.
One foot in, and one foot out, for this entire calendar year.

Sure, I write these behind-the-scenes posts so that’s something. And I’ve minimized my online time, although especially in times of stress and a lot of communication going on, I relapse back into checking my mail the whole time.
The habit of being offline (read; my 1990 timeline default) appears to be ingrained, until things get chaotic and I don’t have the correction mechanisms in place. I can derail easily.

I started multiple diaries written from the 1990 perspective, to be written in before bed. But here the same thing goes;
They work when I have calm days that meander around a familiar routine but cease to work when I spent the whole day in the chaos of 2025, and still feel the pressure of that when I go to bed. 

I split off my collection of books printed before 1991, and I have a separate cd cabinet for music released before 1991. Yet I read Miranda July’s 2024 midlife novel All Fours and listen to Madonna’s 1990 Immaculate Collection on YouTube because the headphone connection of my cd player works far from immaculate.
The sound keeps coming through one speaker, although t
he headphone works perfectly on the computer, so it’s definitely the cd player.
And I have a dvd player installed but use YouTube entertainment more often because it is portable and I can use it to clean or do my XL bathroom routine.

In short, I have 1990’s analogue world in place, but rarely reside there.

Despite the inconvenience of suddenly not being able to walk, I did realize: “This is a real 1990 experience!”
My assessment, my decision whether to see a doctor, the not-knowing;
If I had really lived in 1990, it would have been exactly the same!

The foot injury propelled me back to where my curated 1990 collections and failing equipment had been unable to take me.
Back in time.

And I used this time in my 1990 void, to wonder why my life in 2025 was so entirely different. Why there seemed to be more at play than simply the faster communication (emails that could come in any moment etc.) and it suddenly came to mind!
I wasn’t yet tapped into collective consciousness, with its learned behavior of responding to expectations no one takes responsibility for.
Through a series of fortunate events I had not been socialized.

Even if email had existed in 1990, I probably would not have felt any pressure to respond immediately. To 1990-me, email and the whole online world, would have been like study books or a magazine that you could close at any time.
And depending on who the email was from or what website it was, it would feel more like a study book you could not wait to put down, or like a magazine that you couldn’t wait to get back to.
But regardless, quitting and limiting your time spent on it, would come entirely natural.

Contrary to many peers, I had no thoughts in my head telling me I had to be nice or always available. My value was not tied to being of use, being social nor being pleasant.
And I realized that was the mindset I was looking for, when committing to this project month after month, without making much headway at all.

I was looking for that state of mental pureness.
The immaculate mind, not in the meaning of being superior but as in the immaculate conception of Maria.
Which was clearly Madonna’s reference as well, since her work has been rich in  Catholic symbolism since the beginning.

My longing for 1990 is a desire to go back to a virgin state.
To be untouched.

 ~Lauren
An unexamined life is not worth living

The story behind this time travel project has been added below..

Subscribe to this blog for my letters to Sara;
The series Harteveld 2025*
And these Behind the Scenes of my 1990 timeline.
The subscription button is on this page, most likely on the top right.

About: the 1990 project

For an indefinite time, I will be moving to the, I assume fictional, timeline of (re-)living 35 years ago.
Making the current year 1990.
This project has a predecessor, where I wrote as if I was in 1994 – 2000;
But this was mostly a literary (diary) undertaking.

I’m cutting back deeper into time, and do not intend to keep a diary. It is the living in the past itself, that is the art.

In September 2025 I came up with these goals, covering the first 8 years.

My 8 year goals are:
📵 to live a 20th Century life
🎸 to be a 20th century-inspired Rock journalist.
But on the current timeline.
So this means I make money creating content and speaking about rock music and 20th century things 

📚 publish Lauren Harteveld work 2010-2025
📢 to make the Lauren Harteveld legacy visible

Books 

My diaries are available at LULU 
New books will be added.

The best way to receive updates on when these books are ready,
is to subscribe to this blog.
Button on this page, probably on the top right.

Or follow my Facebook page
/ Twitter: @LSHarteveld

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The Holy 6PM Portal | longread | year 1990 behind the scenes

About two weeks ago I wrote a post to my coach Sara, which was so important I made its insights actionable in all areas of my life and addressed multiple notebooks to it!
A sign I really mean it.
.
The post was called Becoming Lauren and it was about how the softer, the feminine, the writer-side of me was slipping away, now that my work-life was going well.
“I feel she’s slipping away”
This side has been with me since 2007-ish, when I deliberately started the path of being single.
And yet, if I didn’t intervene I still risked losing her forever.
.
But despite this realization, or the appointed stationary, nothing came of it.
It even got worse when next to my workhours being mapped out, I now took on the unholy task of creating productive evenings.
I cramped in all the stuff I could not fit in during the day, in back-to-back 30 minute time-brackets.
.
The evening contained multiple things but the most “blasphemous” of them (because they were just work-hours basically) were studying 20th century rock, since becoming the 20th century Rock Journalist is one of my goals (you can find my goals at the bottom of this post);
As well as a bracket to publish my diary A Letter From A Stranger, including book 2 Dear Nikki.
.
The other evening-items were fitting to the soft-feminine Lauren side of me, and it also included being creative but without being tied to a specific goal, nor is it for publishing or posting.
But because of those two productive elements (studying rock and publishing my books) as well as because of the cramped LOUD nature of this four hour productivity show;
As a whole it was just a heavy productivity core with a self-care layer of veneer.
.
It was nothing Lauren would want to attend.
.
So when I finally had my call with Sara, for whom I had written this letter Becoming Lauren, I knew very well things had only gotten worse, not better.
And that if I wanted to save Lauren, the productivity fest that was supposed to be my evening had to go.
.
And they did;
The two activities, studying rock and publishing my books, will be dedicated  to eight weeks throughout the year where I don’t make content.
They’re now holiday-only activities, and I have stopped trying to give them a place in daily life, regardless of how important they are for my career or endgame.
.
But before I did I gave them one final review:
Why was it, that these activities consistently fell outside my activities?
.
And I came up with a logic or insight, that really helped me, and it may help you too.
It’s a bit controversial, so be prepared:
Long-term goals, end-games or visions, no longer pay off. (and perhaps they never did)
.
In 1991 Douglas Coupland published his book
Generation X, Tales for and Accelerated Culture
And by all standards, the culture has only accelerated more since then.
.
It is my conviction that by now, and I’m writing this November 2025, life has become so accelerated that from a professional stance, our work should be strictly limited to the value we can create within a day, a week or two weeks at most.
We should never take on anything that does not deliver value, outcome or money within an extremely short period of time. 
.
And it’s not just the time-frame that determines whether something is worth undertaking.
It’s also the question: “Can it be produced within the (standardized) system I am currently using?”
.
So for example, I am a good and experienced student.
Therefor I know how to tackle a new area of interest, categorize it, create a framework for it, and take in that information in a predictable way that can also be optimized.
In other words: I know how to study this 20th century area of interest I want to use to become a Rock Journalist.
And I’ve been a writer for almost two decades, and have been writing about Rock since 2019, so it is safe to say I have all the skills and systems in order to learn this craft.
.
So the question: “Can it be produced within the (standardized) system I am currently using?”
Can be answered with: yes.
.
However, from the point of accelerated culture, the whole Rock Journalist endeavor still needs to be banned to the margins of my year, and can never have a place within the workweek.
Because this is not something that is going to produce money (the narrow definition of value) within two weeks.
.
There is definitely still the option of it (my Rock Journalist studies) creating a broader definition of value, which would be the next option.
This would be a blogpost or a video, so that I already start sharing what I learn.
But I don’t currently see that option, within my current content planner.
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My content is mapped out, based on the value they create. And it already includes some rock music related content as well.
But I will definitely expand my rock content, if I see an opening.
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My take is that 2025’s accelerated culture, which already started in the 1991 book, means that as professionals we should only invest in things that will create value NOW
It makes no sense to invest anything in things that may or may not pay off in a future we have no way of predicting.
Our time window, again “as professionals”, has become limited to what we can make work TODAY.
Today, this week, or this fortnight.
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The reason publishing my books as well as studying Rock has always, and will always be impossible to fit into my schedule is because it’s not something that is professionally relevant.
And not just because it’s art (publishing books) or a weird topic (20th century rock music).
The same thing would be true if I wanted to open a bread bakery or a yoga studio;
It will never pay off, because these business models no longer pay off.
Not unless I find a way to make them work in this accelerated culture, where they make money from day 1.
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“Are there no exceptions then?” I hear you speak.
Probably, but this piece is written in an early stage of developing this theory and right now the only exception I see is with regulated and gate-kept professions.
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F.e. it can pay off to become a dentist, a doctor, an investment banker or real estate broker, because as long as the systems of regulation of these professions are in place, you will always have work.
You could say the regulation prevents the accelerated culture from entering these “markets”. They’re not really markets, they’re simply gate-kept systems you can work your way into.
And it’s a good option, because it’s one of the few ways to keep the accelerated culture off your tail.
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But other than that, No. I don’t see ways to avoid having to deal with the reality that our professional lives revolve entirely around what value we are able to create in an incredibly short about of time.
And this means that activities like the ones I was struggling with, publishing books and studying an area of interest in order to write about it in the future;
Or the aforementioned pastry bakery or yoga studio you may aspire to have;
They’re just hobbies, until you find a way to accelerate the process and start delivering value immediately.
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The tale of the accelerated culture is that a professional life means To Be A Successful Capitalist, and this has always been the case but with the “accelerated culture” it means the windows within which you have deliver have become tiny and the pace ruthless.
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No wonder Lauren was nowhere to be found;
Of course she refuses to show up for this.
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So although I knew, when the call with Sara started, that I had not kept my promise from the Becoming Lauren blog, and that the evenings with the back-to-back productivity blocks had to go;
It really paid off to understand WHY they had been so bad, but also WHY it is so tempting to do it that way.
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They were so bad because Lauren, feminine-me who basically would prefer to just stay in bed and eat grapes all day and have lovers;
Obviously she really needs my evenings to be laid back, unplanned, and cozy.
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But the reason it is tempting for all of us, to have these secret dreams of one day being a rock journalist, or a published author, well that is because we suffer from that pace of having to be ON every day.
And performing every day.
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We equate our own chosen vocation with being free from the pressures of having to perform in such a shallow way, where nothing we create has cost us more than the blink of an eye.
It’s eating away our soul, we long for depth.
..
But the truth is in our chosen vocations, even if we “make it”, will have the same ruthless pace. The same demands of capitalism would still be barking at us.
If we think we can escape the pressures of our accelerated culture by changing jobs or chasing our dreams, we’re wrong.
At best, we get to perform the same pressure-driven but also (admittedly) addictive fast-paced production, in the area of expertise we fancy, and we are now our own boss and in control of the entire process ourselves.
But it won’t get any easier or laid back.
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So what I propose, and what I will definitely be doing for my inner-Lauren before she disappears on me, what I propose is that we acknowledge that our days have become insanely productive.
But also shallow and demanding.
And that we need a rest.
.
That at six o’clock we pull the plug on everything.
And we go to bed and eat grapes.
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~Lauren

An unexamined life is not worth living

The story behind this time travel project has been added below..

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About: the 1990 project

For an indefinite time, I will be moving to the, I assume fictional, timeline of (re-)living 35 years ago.
Making the current year 1990.
This project has a predecessor, where I wrote as if I was in 1994 – 2000;
But this was mostly a literary (diary) undertaking.

I’m cutting back deeper into time, and do not intend to keep a diary. It is the living in the past itself, that is the art.

In September 2025 I came up with these goals, covering the first 8 years.

My 8 year goals are:
📵 to live a 20th Century life
🎸 to be a 20th century-inspired Rock journalist.
But on the current timeline.
So this means I make money creating content and speaking about rock music and 20th century things 

📚 publish Lauren Harteveld work 2010-2025
📢 to make the Lauren Harteveld legacy visible

Books 

My diaries are available at LULU 
New books will be added.

The best way to receive updates on when these books are ready,
is to subscribe to this blog.
Button on this page, probably on the top right.

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Where 1990, the Matrix and 2025 meet | year 1990 behind the scenes

“Offline. I need to be offline. I HAVE TO, be offline.”
It’s been a while now that I’ve had this obsession with being offline.
My mind must be operating on some unconscious motivation, because my rational mind cannot explain my tenacity here.
This type of discipline is foreign to me. I’ve been patient and relentless when it comes to creating a life offline, which is the core of this Living-In-The-Past series. In 1990. Despite not having any significant results, my motivation grows. The conviction that this is going to be amazing if only-; Then-;
Without knowing, if only what?
And then what?

But I’ll take it because it’s just far too interesting a riddle, to give up.

But, I did find another clue!

In my quest to live offline, I’ve drawn greatly on the movie The Matrix.
The living in a simulation from the movie lines up exactly with us living in our mobile phones.
And the harsh reality, once Neo is awakened from his pod, equalizes how our lives would look, if we’d manage to quit the habit of being online.

Just like in the movie, we too have to choose between a life of comfort and illusion online, or a real life in stark contrast to that.

Reality will never meet artificiality.
Not unless you start including its realness and complexity, as value.

But now, I have found an extra layer to this. One that might explain my relentless poking around in this concept of living offline/ living in the past.

What if what I am really escaping from, and what Neo escaped from, is the collective bee hive mind?
Our shared code?
The social construct with all of its unwritten rules, that has been keeping us unconscious and enslaved, but also in check, for thousands of years?

What if numbing ourselves scrolling, binge watching, and letting ourselves be brainlessly consumed by the online world, is nothing new?
But our collective cage, finally visible to the naked eye.

What if the pull of the online world, and its deception, its ability to take over our lives, is actually a blessing in disguise?

This could be the first time in history, we can escape a Matrix that was there all along.

.

~Lauren
An unexamined life is not worth living

The story behind this time travel project has been added below..

Subscribe to this blog for my letters to Sara, the series Harteveld 2025* and the Behind the Scenes of my 1990 timeline.
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About: the 1990 project

For an indefinite time, I will be moving to the, I assume fictional, timeline of (re-)living 35 years ago.
Making the current year 1990.
This project has a predecessor, where I wrote as if I was in 1994 – 2000;
But this was mostly a literary (diary) undertaking.

I’m cutting back deeper into time, and do not intend to keep a diary. It is the living in the past itself, that is the art.

In September 2025 I came up with these goals, covering the first 8 years.

My 8 year goals are:
📵 to live a 20th Century life
🎸 to be a 20th century-inspired Rock journalist.
But on the current timeline.
So this means I make money creating content and speaking about rock music and 20th century things 

📚 publish Lauren Harteveld work 2010-2025
📢 to make the Lauren Harteveld legacy visible

Books 

My diaries are available at LULU 
New books will be added.

The best way to receive updates on when these books are ready,
is to subscribe to this blog.
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/ Twitter: @LSHarteveld

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She Told Me | year 1990 behind the scenes

As the year is slowly drawing to a close, and with that so is the first year of this new time-travel project where I pretend to be living in 1990 and doing  a rather poor job.
T
he biggest problem seems to be that I keep forgetting I chose that timeline.
And that writing should no longer be my priority, because I chose this experimental artform of time-travel.
For better or, most likely, for worse.
.

But I also support stepping away from writing because after 20 years I feel I’ve pushed the medium to its edges.
That it has said everything it could say, on my behalf.

My writer’s career was born like the Siamese twin to my path of reinventing my love life.
It was my laboratory where I logged and dissected my findings.
The war room, where I came up with new strategies.

In 2019, more than four years into what would prove to be the relationship that would be the crown to this path – I changed my diary to a fictional 1994.
I re-imagined:
“What if it was 1994, and we were transitioning from university into working life, and our loose arrangement that had started in highschool, was falling apart?”
This revived the story, and gave both my writing or you could say “it gave him and me”, a new chance at life.

But after this relationship ended, I had to switch things up once again. This is when I invented a new timeline, earlier this year.
One where a very young Lauren had chosen to be single.

I took it all the way back to 1990 where Bear, as she called him, had never been someone she had casual sexual encounters with, but instead he was someone she had seen in December 1989;
And had said No to.

She’d wait it out, until something less casual would come along.
Or not.

This is the Lauren we are dealing with now, November 1990. On this new timeline. And one I’m still insecure about as an art project.
I mean, time travel?
What is that even? 

But instead of letting the Project 1990 fade and giving up on it, I started toying with the idea of creating a space or habit, some sort of reminder, that would weave 1990 into my days.
Even just being aware more often, that I was supposed to be in 1990, was already a step closer to getting there.

I was looking for ways to weave 1990 into my days, and/or into my surroundings as visual reminders, when “She” (1990-me) showed me herself.

First of all:
The girl needs more pink.
Preferably the baby pink version and also preferably combined with grey. But in truth any shade of pink and combined with any other color or straight up plain, will do.
The color Pink will remind me to live in 1990.

And she also asked for three 15 minute blocks of yoga, throughout the day. Not one longer practice, which I won’t be doing anyway even though technically I have a time block reserved for it every night (which always magically disappears) 
So she took the lead and said:
“No more of that.” (clears time schedule)
“Now try this instead.”

Three 15 minute practices a day, for an 18 year old virgin. And not just to become really good at yoga, or whatever. No, the lady has got it all figured out.
This yoga is going to be her All.
Her One.
The all-encompassing, adventurous, nourishing, exciting physical experience that even if no man ever makes it to her bed, will be enough.

The yoga mat is where she will develop herself spiritually, physically and as a human being.
And the reason I said Yes, even though I’ve been flaky as f, both with this whole time travel thing, as well as with my yoga- the reason I said yes, is that I’m no longer doing it for myself now.

I’m doing it for her.

~Lauren
An unexamined life is not worth living

The story behind this time travel project has been added below..

Subscribe to this blog for my letters to Sara, the series Harteveld 2025* and the Behind the Scenes of my 1990 timeline.
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About: the 1990 project

For an indefinite time, I will be moving to the, I assume fictional, timeline of (re-)living 35 years ago.
Making the current year 1990.
This project has a predecessor, where I wrote as if I was in 1994 – 2000;
But this was mostly a literary (diary) undertaking.

I’m cutting back deeper into time, and do not intend to keep a diary. It is the living in the past itself, that is the art.

In September 2025 I came up with these goals, covering the first 8 years.

My 8 year goals are:
📵 to live a 20th Century life
🎸 to be a 20th century-inspired Rock journalist.
But on the current timeline.
So this means I make money creating content and speaking about rock music and 20th century things 

📚 publish Lauren Harteveld work 2010-2025
📢 to make the Lauren Harteveld legacy visible

Books 

My diaries are available at LULU 
New books will be added.

The best way to receive updates on when these books are ready,
is to subscribe to this blog.
Button on this page, probably on the top right.

Or follow my Facebook page
/ Twitter: @LSHarteveld

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1990, but with YouTube | year 1990 behind the scenes

As this project is taking shape, at last, I feel I can relax just a little bit.
.
Although I am obviously still clueless as to what I’m doing, making myself travel back in time and rebuilding a life for an 18 year old Lauren, in a world that effectively no longer exists;
I do feel the understanding of it has deepened this past month or so.
In the previous post in this series I came up with four goals, which I will be including below every post.
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It’s not just having goals now, it’s also seeing people around me working on the same topic:
Understanding our online consumption needs to be dealt with.
And in a big and lifechanging way.
.
Ultimately I want to have more to say about living in the past than it being solely an offline experience, but at least for now, my path is parallel to everybody who has made it their mission to break the habit of being chronically online, or even the habit, sec, to be online.
That being online should by definition not be a habit, but an intentional choice, weighed against ones values and protocol around their online use.
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That it is the “habit” of internet use itself, more than the amount we end up using it, that we are now tackling.
Not quite collectively, I don’t see us en masse moving offline, but it’s definitely a movement, and it’s gaining momentum.
.
For this first bit, the 2025 setup months where I figure this project out, my first steps on an entire new timeline 35 years ago, and all these other people wanting their time and consciousness back;
We’re in the same boat.
.
And that has been comforting, in particular because the timelines will start to split. And I have no idea how friendships and relationships develop, when one person has decided to pretend they live in 1990.
So I enjoy this early beginning, where it has increased my feeling of sharing the same experience. A feeling of connection.
And not lessened it, as I suspect will be happening in the future.
.
But I have become aware of an aspect of being online, that is proving to be too deeply rooted to erase right now: YouTube.
I watch it when I do the dishes, or am brushing my teeth. Or when one of the cats wants to cuddle in a way that will not even allow for me to hold a book.
.
Ultimately, I want these still-watching-YouTube activities to have that quiet and quirky peace that feels almost like the 70s!
Very, very ancient, but I was still a child then, so of course I was feeling different.
But the feeling of the 70s definitely illustrates how foreign it feels to me, to be doing these things without YouTube.

(although I occasionally do, when I’m feeling very strong and happy)
.
But my real endgame, the moment I feel Project 1990 is getting somewhere, is to have a peaceful mind.
Something which I always had in the 20th century.
.
I never had internal dialogue, nor did I feel I had to keep thinking about things, nor analyze them. I was the perfect In The Now child, teen and adult.
Not just in the 20th century (of course) but I think I was actually fine all the way up until 2016!
Making this first chunk of trying to untie myself from my YouTube screen, really only that first part of the journey.
Time-traveling the recent history of bringing myself back just 9 years, to the mental quiet of 2016.
.
It is tempting to get irritated by that, and just ditch YouTube on full willpower. But I really feel that would take me so much effort, it would jeopardize the entire undertaking.
I need to take this slow, because the shift will happen from the inside out.
.
One day I will wake up, and be done with watching YouTube during those activities when 1990-Me would not be having a screen either.
.
But I’m choosing to save my energy for other things, not wanting to be pulling all my resources from other areas, just to make this happen.
.
The final months of this year, I’ll be living in 1990;
But with YouTube.
.

..
~Lauren
An unexamined life is not worth living

The story behind this time travel project has been added below..

Subscribe to this blog for my letters to Sara, the series Harteveld 2025* and the Behind the Scenes of my 1990 timeline.
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About: the 1990 project

For an indefinite time, I will be moving to the, I assume fictional, timeline of (re-)living 35 years ago.
Making the current year 1990.
This project has a predecessor, where I wrote as if I was in 1994 – 2000;
But this was mostly a literary (diary) undertaking.

I’m cutting back deeper into time, and do not intend to keep a diary. It is the living in the past itself, that is the art.

In September 2025 I came up with these goals, covering the first 8 years.

My 8 year goals are:
📵 to live a 20th Century life
🎸 to be a 20th century-inspired Rock journalist.
But on the current timeline.
So this means I make money creating content and speaking about rock music and 20th century things 

📚 publish Lauren Harteveld work 2010-2025
📢 to make the Lauren Harteveld legacy visible

Books 

My diaries are available at LULU 
New books will be added.

The best way to receive updates on when these books are ready,
is to subscribe to this blog.
Button on this page, probably on the top right.

Or follow my Facebook page
/ Twitter: @LSHarteveld

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