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


Monday, October 28, 2002
I remember that if you manage to color in the whole screen of an Etch-a-Sketch you can see its workings. I remember that the stylus is controlled by two long crossed bars. I remember thinking that there was something slightly off about the fact that you cold turn the one-dimensional lines that the Etch-a-Sketch allowed you to draw into the two-dimensional, planar surface of the screen. I never worried about this with pencils, but I think that this was because my pencils were always so annoyingly thick. Plus you could tiltpencils and rub with the side of the lead. The Etch-a-Sketch was supposed to be a single, idealiziing point. No doubt for a lot of people the Etch-a-Sketch provided a kind of early introduction to the ideas of integration in calculus. I remember when I first started hearing jokes about etchings (come up and see my etchings) I sort of knew what they were -- visual representations of some sort -- because of Etch-a-Sketches. I think when I first heard the word sketch (now slang for "out-of-it"), maybe in the context of a sketch-pad, I also knew what the word was because of Etch-a-Sketches. They were always red in my day, and big, and, even to me then, surprisingly indestructible.


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