I remember / je me souviens
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For those limbic bursts of nostalgia, invented by Proust, miniaturized by Nicholson Baker, and freeze-dried by Joe Brainard in his I remember and by Georges Perec in his Je me souviens.

But there are no fractions, the world is an integer
Like us, and like us it can neither stand wholly apart nor disappear.
When one is young it seems like a very strange and safe place,
But now that I have changed it feels merely odd, cold
And full of interest.
          --John Ashbery, "A Wave"

Sometimes I sense that to put real confidence in my memory I have to get to the end of all rememberings. That seems to say that I forego remembering. And now that strikes me as an accurate description of what it is to have confidence in one's memory.
          --Stanley Cavell, The Claim of Reason


Thursday, March 07, 2002
I remember silver money, coined through 1964. Mercury dimes and Buffalo nickles. (In an episode of It's About Time("It's about time, it's about space, about two men in the strangest place; how will they live (?), what'll they do? about a time when the earth was new; it's about two astronauts, in the strangest place, it's about their rocket ship (?), it's about time, it's about space!") our intrepid time travellers go back to the cowboy west. One is amazed that dinner for two at some saloon is only 25 cents. He pays, but is then accosted by the tough who runs the place: what kind of money is this? That's 25 cents -- two Roosevelt dimes and a buffalo nickle. "I know what a buffalo is," sneering. "But what's a roosevelt?") As they got rarer I stopped looking for 1943 copper pennies (Hugh Cramer said only 4 were known to be left in circulation), and looked for silver money instead. Then one day I was shocked to discover that my grandmother (uptown) was doing the laundry with a drawer full of silver dimes and quarters -- she had maybe $10 worth left. I begged her to save them. There was some resistance on her part: I think she was willing to trade them to me for newer money, but of course I couldn't really afford them even in the later, debased coinage. (But why not? My grandfather regularly gave me money whenever I asked: up to $3 at a time.) I also remember silver certificates with their beautiful blue printing.

I remember lire, francs, and marks.

I remember that O'Neil's Balloon was originally called O'Neil's aloon, since in La Guardia's New York you couldn't call something a saloon (you couldn't have pinball machines either), but the liasonmade it sound like a saloon.

I remember Idlewild airport.


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