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Avicii – SOS (Fan Memories Video) ft. Aloe Blacc
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18 hours ago by snapeplus
Medication for intentional forgetting — Quartz
Do you really want to lose a piece of yourself?
memory  memories  trauma  identity 
8 days ago by po
A town designed to make them remember
“Susie came here, and the first day was not good. I think she must have called her son 200 times. No exaggeration. It was like: ring, voicemail, ring, voicemail, ring, voicemail. So one of my colleagues, he knew that she was an accountant, and he was able to make some mock invoices, and he basically said, ‘Do we have an accountant here?’ And she was like, ‘I’m an accountant.’ ”
science  mentalhealth  memories 
10 days ago by terry
The Woman with the Velvet Necklace (Literature) - TV Tropes
So it turns out a scary story that stuck with me all through my childhood years was just heavily abridged and Bowdlerized version of a French novel by the author of The Three Musketeers. I don't know how I feel about this.
notes  literature  horror  memories 
18 days ago by ree
The World Wide Web turns 30: our favorite memories from A to Z
For its anniversary, we’re looking back at some of our favorite websites, from A to Z, as well as some key people and technologies. Of course, there was far too much good stuff to include, so we had to note some additional favorites along the way.
history  internet  web  list  top  30  memories  sites 
5 weeks ago by markhgn
Google Earth
I found Carmen Sandiego in . It's your turn to follow the clues. Good luck, Gumshoe.
memories  from twitter
6 weeks ago by Cdr6934
the mystery which binds me still - pocky_slash - X-Men: First Class (2011) - Fandom [Archive of Our Own]
It's been seventeen years since Charles lived at the house in North Salem. It's big and imposing and filled with memories he thinks he's repressed for a reason. But after a strange man breaks in during a storm, demanding to see people Charles is sure died years ago, Charles finds himself investigating his past for the first time, venturing into the burnt out catacombs that hold the secret to the childhood he doesn't remember.
fandom:x-men  pairing:charles/erik  torture  child-abuse  childhood-friends  horror  pairing:moira/nick-fury  x-men:modern-au  author:pocky_slash  memories  pairing:charles&moira  10.000-20.000 
7 weeks ago by aerten
Jeff Sharlet en Instagram: “Wednesday night I worked on my father’s obituary. Thursday, in class, I pulled up on the projector this photograph, “Hyeres, France, 1932,”…”
"Wednesday night I worked on my father’s obituary. Thursday, in class, I pulled up on the projector this photograph, “Hyeres, France, 1932,” by Henri Cartier-Bresson. We’d read a book called H is for Hawk, by Helen MacDonald, a memoir of her grief for her late father. He was a photographer. It was he who taught her how to look, to have the patience to see what Cartier-Bresson called a “decisive moment.” “Your eye must see a composition or an expression that life itself offers you,” wrote Cartier-Bresson, “and you must know with intuition when to click the camera. The moment! Once you miss it, it is gone forever.” // Because I was tired, because before I knew my father would die I had assigned this book about grieving a father—because for some reason I had assigned, across two courses, three books about lost fathers—I mentioned my own writing assignment of the previous evening. An obituary. I told my students the book we had just read was an obituary. An obituary, I said, should not be a recitation of facts; rather, a remembrance of decisive moments. Click. // He’s 18, in a campus movie theater with his football teammates. On screen: subtitles. The movie is French, Cocteau’s Orpheus. Bob Sharlet has never “read” a movie before. He has never, he thinks, really read at all. Now he’ll never stop reading again. // Christmas, 1991, Cairo, at a vegetable stand, seeing on a little tv at the back of the stand the Soviet flag being lowered, the end of the U.S.S.R., to which he had devoted his scholarly life—his life—and realizing, suddenly, that now he could read about anything. // A month ago Saturday.We’ve told him his prognosis—terminal, soon. He’d said he’d sleep an hour. Now he lifts his sleeping mask. He opens his eyes. “Okay,” he says. // Today, sifting through his boxes of photographs, I found this postcard. Blank. He kept it for the picture. The picture I taught Thursday. // I imagine—as I think my father imagined—Cartier-Bresson descending the stairs, noticing the rail, the steps, the curve. Stopping, stepping back. He thinks he’s waiting for a walker. Then comes the bicycle, circles and triangles and spokes. Click. And then it’s gone, forever."
jeffsharlet  writing  reading  howwewrite  life  living  howweread  2019  bobshartlet  photography  bricolage  moments  death  henricartier-bresson  teaching  howweteach  intution  memory  memories  change  decisivemoments 
9 weeks ago by robertogreco

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