I'm wide awake on memories

These memories can't wait.

I feel like there is an inexhaustible supply of events from my life that assert themselves in my memory with a force inversely proportional to a reasonable measure of their importance.


Example: Several years ago I had a neighbor that I traveled with socially on occasion who owned a video rental store. On some occasion during that period of time, probably at least 5 years ago, I had a conversation with my older brother about the customers of that store who would sometimes be waiting for it to open in the late morning - specifically, those who were there to rent adult movies.

This recollection was triggered while I was showering, because I was squeezing a dab of shampoo, and flashed back to my brother's pantomiming these customers squeezing lubricant into their palms, moving the bottle in a slow, circular motion, and gazing intently on the store, waiting for the door to open.

It cracked me the hell up then, and it cracks me the hell up now.

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Quote goldmine

"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day."
— E.B. White

Of course there is also a fair amount of utter crap, which I won't quote just yet.

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Wind, Sand, and Stars. And Luftwaffe

"If I had known, I wouldn't have fired - not on him," said the 88-year-old former Luftwaffe fighter pilot Horst Rippert.I have mixed feelings about sharing this bit of information. It's not really pleasant to contemplate the tragic demise of the author of such beloved works, yet it's somehow compelling to investigate the details.

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