Things to remember....

Not too long ago, I actually contemplated the massive undertaking of documenting my life. I wanted to write down every memory I had. Then I could put them into some kind of chronological order. I used to think that the Kant-ish logic embedded in my life would come in handy for that, prohibiting too much of the subjective hogwash that precludes most autobiographical processes. Now I know that such thoughts are evidence of that subjectivity that I thought I was avoiding. I do so enjoy life when it comes full circle. It is impossible to run away from something...the more thought you put to something, the more it manifests itself in your life. Kinda like the Ourobouros. Hence my arm tattoo.

Some things to remember that I found in a little purple "journal".

1) The first time I had dogs in my Jeep. It was late at night after the Nocturnal Tomatoes finished playing. The bar owner wasn't around and they needed paid. So we packed up the two dogs in the Jeep and went down to the pub to cut them a check.

2) A bracelet made entirely of the chains that came with the Bass spoons.

3) A great bottle of Brunello di Montalcino that got smashed sometime in the night after lasagna. The grout in her floor is still stained red.

That is why I like interacting with people so much. The little slices of life that come vibrantly alive again with each remembrance. I try to write down the details as best I can, to keep the spirit of the moment alive. I recall a project we had in Freshman Foundation at Alfred. We needed to make a vessel. Well, I made a large vase-shape out of photographs. It told a story, like some ancient tower. It went from the bottom up. It was all photos I took, mostly in high school. Photos are containers. Criminals of sorts. They take a moment and capture it. It is forever preserved with that immediate taint. Sometimes it's more fun to remember things as we do, and not necessarily how they actually were. Similar, I guess, to a game of telephone. So the container remained empty. Lots of other kids filled (or partially so) their containers. I remember the one professor Jesse Schefrin asked me what I would put in there, if I were asked to fill it. I told her it already is filled with everything that belongs in there. She asked me to clarify, so I told her that if you look inside you see the blank white backing of the photos. It's a blank canvas that I filled, in my head, with my own feelings about each photo.I thought it sounded good. I remember her little smile-smirk. I didn't know it then, but that meant she liked it.

Something else to ponder:

0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 233, 377, 610, 987

OK. Here's a little homework. Tell me the next 3 numbers in this sequence, and what the sequence is named.

On that note, I'll let my mind spiral off to sleep. Nite, kids.

-Rich