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The Way We Were Not

Filed under Uncategorized by at 10:15 am on Nov 12 2008

The latest from the Frontal Cortex makes an astute file-management analogy about our memories. I love this “Save-as” image; I can think of a great number of times I’ve recounted a story only to have someone else who was there recount a somewhat different one, and the truth is we’re both wrong. Lovely! So anything I tag here as “history” or “nostalgia”, well, you know.

An interesting thing happened last time I was visiting with my parents that proves me a liar. I’ve always had a stumpy middle toe on my left foot. My right toes follow a natural progression from shortest to longest; my left toes have a dip in the middle where my middle toe is all stumpy. I could swear that my father had this exact same stumpy toe and was glad to see such obvious genetic inheritance at work. But last time I spoke with dad, I guess he was wandering around barefoot, and his toes were all normal! Where did I get this totally fabricated memory??

Speaking of memory, mine will be tested this evening on the lecture exam… but really, I know these things are half knowledge and half test-taking skills. Process of elimination, baby.

One Response to “The Way We Were Not”

  1. 1 SparklieSunShineon 13 Nov 2008 at 10:06 am

    I totally know what you mean with the fabricated memories. Sometimes I will have crystal clear memories of something only to find out it’s completely false. Wtf? Where does this come from?

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