Tuesday, June 22, 2004
I think that our traditional way of storing memories, that being completely visual (i.e. photos, journals), is flawed. I have heard that our sense of smell is much more closely related to memory, as they are actual phsyical neighbors in the brain. I guess I can believe that as even now, a whiff of baby powder takes me back to kindergarten as a photo or even my own first written words could never.
I have also found that music can also heave me back in time in a similar fashion. The other day during the cool down at the gym a song came on that I can not even recall, but was popular when I was in high school and it was as though I was transported from the mats at UCLA to the driving seat of the volvo barreling down Orchard on the way to first period. (On a tangent, I find this increasingly to be more of a burden than a blessing as I grow older. Memory in general, I mean, but especially the music enduced ones. How do people continue on with their present lives while constantly supressing their past lives and always threatened by sensory reminders? Not that it is bad to remember, but it can be distracting. I suppose I crave novel sensations. Incidentally, is it redundant to use the phrase "on a tangent" inside parentheses? I suppose their very presence hints at the encapsulation of a tangent.)
The musical and olfactory deja-vous is less tangible, yet somehow more bracing. Strange that. Kodak should really get on the ball with this. New products abound I am sure.
Allah, Buddha, and Jehovah be praised. I almost lost this whole entry. YOU might find it tiresome, but I rather liked it...
I have also found that music can also heave me back in time in a similar fashion. The other day during the cool down at the gym a song came on that I can not even recall, but was popular when I was in high school and it was as though I was transported from the mats at UCLA to the driving seat of the volvo barreling down Orchard on the way to first period. (On a tangent, I find this increasingly to be more of a burden than a blessing as I grow older. Memory in general, I mean, but especially the music enduced ones. How do people continue on with their present lives while constantly supressing their past lives and always threatened by sensory reminders? Not that it is bad to remember, but it can be distracting. I suppose I crave novel sensations. Incidentally, is it redundant to use the phrase "on a tangent" inside parentheses? I suppose their very presence hints at the encapsulation of a tangent.)
The musical and olfactory deja-vous is less tangible, yet somehow more bracing. Strange that. Kodak should really get on the ball with this. New products abound I am sure.
Allah, Buddha, and Jehovah be praised. I almost lost this whole entry. YOU might find it tiresome, but I rather liked it...
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