Tag: memory

Hall’s Rule of Social Order #182

9 January, 2012 (12:00) | Hall's Rules of Social Order

Cherish people, not stuff. Inspired from my brother-in-law, Robbie.  Things are just things.  Too often people attach memories to the objects rather than the people associated with the item.  An argument could be made that it’s too easy to forget about that person or act if you got rid of the item, but the real […]

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It Ain’t Too Much For Me To Jam

13 October, 2011 (12:00) | Memories

My senior year in high school, I was dunking.  My hands were too small to palm a basketball firmly enough, so I had to build up the ability to get high enough for both hands to be above the rim. Let me step back a bit.  We had a new coach my senior year.  I […]

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And tonight, we’ll dance like we’re in love

9 September, 2011 (12:00) | Dreams

I’m starting to question memory in dreams.  In some of my more recent dreams, the feeling of being familiar with the dream happens.  Does this mean that I really did dream about that dream before, or is it all part of the fantasy and illusions in dreams? Recently, I’ve had dreams that I’m in a […]

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Living in their pools, They soon forget about the sea…

17 June, 2011 (12:00) | Memories

Growing up at my dad’s house, we had an above ground pool.  I think it was about 4 feet high and 24 feet wide.  We loved when the water got low, because that meant that  Jay Gillis was coming over with his water truck to fill it up.  He’d take the hose from his truck, […]

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LEGO class builds me up

9 February, 2011 (18:18) | Little Things

Last year they didn’t have the class, but after 2 years, I walk back in to the class, see a few familiar faces, and all of them remember me.  They asked me if I’m bringing back in my large LEGO man I brought in for them last time.  They remember the class and what we […]

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When I die

15 October, 2009 (16:46) | Life Long Goals

I don’t want it to be sad.  I’d hope that friends and family that know me well would throw up gang signs in jest at my funeral.  Maybe even going as far as pouring out some champagne on the floor.  If I died in an accident, I’d hope that someone would do an impression of me […]

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