tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475153462473971892.post5052732986235218461..comments2023-09-25T11:33:21.311-04:00Comments on Smells Like Borscht: Memory: Jotting it Down so it Won't Run AwayBillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076277852228148825noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475153462473971892.post-70591172902145843612011-12-05T11:54:20.823-05:002011-12-05T11:54:20.823-05:00Hi, listen, I'm pretty new on this blogosphere...Hi, listen, I'm pretty new on this blogosphere and Internet thing, so I don't know if there's a sort of "subscription" method that I can use in order to receive notifications of your new entries...? Thing is I enjoy reading your blog a lot and I'd like to be up to date with your posts!pharmacy reviewshttp://www.pharmacywiki.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475153462473971892.post-31065938891031309582011-09-25T20:47:02.102-04:002011-09-25T20:47:02.102-04:00I'm totally guilty of corrupting past memories...I'm totally guilty of corrupting past memories with more-recent memories. The first 4 bosses I've worked for, plus the guy who worked my job before I was given it, all have become one guy. I, honestly, can't tell you which anecdote belongs to which person.<br /><br />And one of my most vivid memories was breaking some for-sale trinket at the gift shop in a NYC museum. A security guard called me on it & I said that I had found it that way. He didn't believe me, so he told who he thought was the teacher (who happened to be the mother of my best friend). Nothing further happened, but I still remember the day more than I can remember 9-11 or the Challenger Explosion or the day I got married.Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05805939293906938812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475153462473971892.post-90548743977051319982011-09-24T19:22:34.001-04:002011-09-24T19:22:34.001-04:00You know, if you made it into a meme, I'd prob...You know, if you made it into a meme, I'd probably TRY to participate. I say TRY because I too feel like I'm losing my childhood memories.Just Jenniferhttp://jah-justjennifer.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475153462473971892.post-67555934105121200592011-09-23T18:07:41.471-04:002011-09-23T18:07:41.471-04:00I have a friend from middle/high school who rememb...I have a friend from middle/high school who remembers my life better than I do. It's spooky.<br /><br />We might need to get a meme going on this. I definitely went through a non-human period.Phase Three of Lifehttp://www.phasethreeoflife.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475153462473971892.post-66677856269330565102011-09-23T12:02:51.826-04:002011-09-23T12:02:51.826-04:00I feel the same way. I used to remember much more...I feel the same way. I used to remember much more from when I was little, now it's just bright jewels of small memories in the moronic floating Facebook feed that has overtaken my mind. I often think to myself to make small notes somewhere as to what my opinions are now about getting older (learn new technology, listen to new music, don't use checks at the grocery store) so that I can retrieve them later and still be awesome. <br /><br />When you're done writing everything down, clean it up and turn it into a book. I'm really excited about these posts.VickiBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17733439281730830352noreply@blogger.com