February 14, 2009
Do you have
any ‘memories’ which you know from external objective data to be false or inaccurate?
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- Joel Bernstein: For the record, if you pay to see this, you are no longer my friend.
- Deron Bauman: Meow.
- Joel Bernstein: This must be why I fuck so many cats.
- Michael Smith: Seems to me the experiment almost does itself.
- Casey Cichowicz: No. It is not possible. I can assure you.
- Joel Bernstein: Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes?
- LaurenH: I’m with those who say get that girl out of that household. The father has now very effectively...
- Rick Neece: Holee sh..!
- Rick Neece: Asian calligraphy, ‘cept instead of a brush, hot glass. The image of her controlling the glass and...
- Rick Neece: For the gull-wing, I’m sure it would knock me in the chin every time I opened it.
- Marco: Oh god yes.
- Rick Neece: Chuck, testes, testes, One-Two-Three. I can hear you breathing. (TAP,TAP,TAP) “Is this thing...
- Joel Bernstein: Chuck Testa
- Rick Neece: I know the Jag has gone through changes since Ford owns the company. It makes me a little sad for the...
- Michael Smith: WRONG, I’m anime FREAK.
Chris Ware animates Robert and Tamar Krulwich on memories of Jackie O, from This American Life.
I have developed, I’m pretty sure, a memory of being born. I’m almost positive this is a construction. I still really like it though.
Can you describe it, Deron?
When I was 2, I burned my hands badly on Thanksgiving. I’m told everyone thought someone else was watching me when I wandered in and placed my hands on the open oven door to push myself up for a better look at the turkey. The details I’m sure are imagined, as I visualize it happening in a different house than the one in which we lived at the time. However, my motivation is very clear: I wanted to see the turkey, but was too short. I pushed myself up for a better look. As no one saw me until the instant this happened, I wonder if this detail is a true memory. Or the mind trying to rationalize the past.
Lucy, being pulled up, tile walls half-height a sort of brown / tanish beige, a handful of people standing around, stainless steel table, then a while later being taken down a hall for the old snip snip.
I vividly remember ‘learning’ to breath underwater in the bathtub when I was four or five years old. This memory is quite obviously from a dream, but the details, including the initial panic and pain associated with inhaling water, strike me still as incredibly realistic, minus the part where I suddenly realize it doesn’t hurt anymore and… I can breathe water! In the memory, I stay submerged for about 15 minutes trying to decide whether or not to tell anyone that I can breathe like a fish.
[...] 16, 2009 Interesting discussion on Clusterflock about memories that you know from objective evidence / disproof by counterexample to be constructed and not real. [...]