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I just remembered where I was when Francis became the Pope (in Antigua, Guatemala in a little cafe buying pastries, watching the little old ladies cry as a Latin American became Pope). I'll probably not remember my circumstances when I found out he died (at home, drinking coffee before I go to work, posting on Perfectly Imperfect)
But thinking back to that day in 2013, I remember so many little sensory details. It's fun to fill it all in.
And RIP to someone who sucked less than almost all other options, probably
5d ago
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There are times when I remember things from years ago and I feel as if I am remembering someone else's life.
Mar 7, 2025
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Not in like a memorial sense strictly. Can you remember 9/11? What do you remember about 9/11 as it was happening?
Dec 20, 2023
A stream of consciousness poem/memoir published in 1970, where every sentence begins with āI rememberā. Memory is one of my favorite mediums, and Joe Brainard expertly sculpts memory into a written format that is intoxicating to read. While the memories are specific to him and a certain experience of mid-century America, theyāre also somewhat universal and pretty tantalizing. I found the experience of reading this text to be deeply pleasurable.
Hereās an excerpt:
I remember when polio was the worst thing in the world.
I remember pink dress shirts. And bola ties.
I remember when a kid told me that those sour clover-like leaves we used to eat (with little yellow flowers) tasted so sour because dogs peed on them.
I remember that didnāt stop me from eating them.
I remember the first drawing I remember doing. It was of a bride with a very long train.
I remember my first cigarette. It was a Kent. Up on a hill. In Tulsa, Oklahoma. With Ron Padgett.
I remember the only time I ever saw my mother cry. I was eating apricot pie.Ā
I remember when my father would say "Keep your hands out from under the covers" as he said goodnight. But he said it in a nice way.Ā
I remember when I thought that if you did anything bad, policemen would put you in jail.Ā
I remember a girl in school one day who, just out of the blue, went into a long spiel all about how difficult it was to wash her brotherās pants because he didnāt wear underwear.
I remember the first time I met Frank OāHara. He was walking down Second Avenue. It was a cool early Spring evening but he was wearing only a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And blue jeans. And moccasins. I remember that he seemed very sissy to me. Very theatrical. Decadent.
I remember that I liked him instantly.
I remember liver.
I remember the chair I used to put my boogers behind.
Mar 20, 2025
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Probably the best gaming experience of my life. You need a legit PC + a headset like a Quest 3... so the price of admission is high. But jfc is this amazing
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kind of didn't realize how much i missed the fall of troy (back when they still had the visceral ripper energy, e.g. circa 2005) and this scratched the itch in a way i now recognize i still need
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