Seven, I guess. On Memory.

[puddlesofun]

So I guess I had some sort of obligation to post yesterday, but I was overcome with the feeling that I have nothing interesting to say.

News: Two attractive french backpackers crashed in our lounge room last night.

Where does France keep all of its ugly people? Are they locked up somewhere?

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I also seemed to have forgotten about the quotes thing about halfway through the week. Lame. It's unsurprising that nobody picked the last one I did remember to post:

"There's two ways to the goblin city
The short way's short but the long way's pretty!"

As it's author, as far as I can tell, was my unconscious mind. Which is to say: the words are from a scene in a movie that I remember seeing as a child, but upon more recent viewings it appears the scene does not in fact exist.

The words were sung loudly by a hairy caterpillar in a jacket, who was also not actually in the film.

I remember when I was a child that my house had a pot-bellied stove, and I'm pretty sure that isn't true either.

If I ever have kids I will make a photographic record of their environment, just so they have something to refer back to when they are in their 20's and reminiscing.

Comments

[outofthegarden.livejournal.com]

To a degree, I share your suspicions, but then again, social constructs are a powerful thing. I have no idea why society would want us to believe there was a pot-bellied stove in our childhood homes, but really, why does society want ANYTHING it wants? Also, if minds DO have the same language from individual to individual, it would theoretically make communication across language barriers go more easily. I'm quite sure that there is, at the very least, variation among individuals, but it's hard to say. It's very interesting, I think.