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


Friday, October 04, 2002
I remember, barely, and I'm only 90% sure that I remember it, T.H.E. Cat, starring Robert Loggia, which I came across the other day. I think it got almost entirely displaced in my mind by It Takes a Thief, which nevertheless it might have helped me follow. But it reminds me of how much I liked I Spy. I remember always wishing there were more tennis scenes in the show. I'm sure that I liked Bill Cosby so much because I liked Arthur Ashe so much, and I regreted that Robert Culp was the star and that they almost never played.


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