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Smells
Smells
Onion powder and Dial soap.
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Smells
Back at it
Back at it
The strange thing about being back in a concert hall after all this time: it felt, really, as if no time had passed.
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Back at it
Composition of place
Composition of place
I find myself these days recalling not so much moments as spaces. The layout of my grandparents’ house, my other grandparents’ apartment, libraries from childhood in Brooklyn and adolescence in NJ, college buildings. It must be that so much time spent in one place is making me travel in my head to others.
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Composition of place
Recognitions
Recognitions
I recognize that bus, which I saw in the Berkshires some years ago. It was surrounded by hippie-esque types and their children. And I recognize this bus too, which I saw a couple of years ago, parked at an orchard in downstate Illinois. They belong to a group now in the news.
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Recognitions
Purple prose
Purple prose
A college exam, in beautiful ditto purple. Readers of a certain age will immediately flash back to classroom “handouts,” still warm and slightly damp in the early morning, an exotic aroma rising from the paper.
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Purple prose
Five words
Five words
I’m from Brooklyn — it’s just four words.
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Five words
Hard copies
Hard copies
Peter Funt: “And so ticket stubs join theater playbills, picture postcards, handwritten letters and framed photos as fading forms of preserving our memories. It raises the question, Is our view of the past, of our own personal history, somehow different without hard copies?”
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Hard copies
A “fluid plane”
A “fluid plane”
I strongly suspect that J.W. Dunne’s work helped to inspire the MJT’s Geoffrey Sonnabend and his theory of obliscence.
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A “fluid plane”
Misquoting from memory
Misquoting from memory
Writing from memory, I had “The stone’s in the midst of it all.” That’s how I’ve had the line in my head since I was an undergrad. But no. Yeats’s poem reads, “The stone’s in the midst of all.”
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Misquoting from memory
Smells like childhood
Smells like childhood
Bus exhaust, bubble gum, Camel cigarettes, caps for toy guns, my elementary school’s basement, laundry air-dried in my grandparents’ basement.
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Smells like childhood
DQ Breeze
DQ Breeze
Was there ever a Dairy Queen product called the Breeze? Yes. It existed.
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DQ Breeze
Music and memory
Music and memory
Fresca asks a great question: What songs will we remember after we forget our names?
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Music and memory
Radiolab, “Things”
Radiolab, “Things”
Elaine said that I had to listen to the Radiolab episode of that name. Our daughter Rachel, too, said that I had to listen. So I did.
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Radiolab, “Things”