In its own darkness.
Jürgen Habermas, philosopher, gives up thinking at 96 (link in German, he was German too):
Lemmy is getting the band back together?
And a link in English:
John Alford, UK actor, dead at 54. He was two months in to an eight and a half year prison sentence.
And Kevin Bacon was in Frost/Nixon so I think you’re in.
Maybe a little OT (and maybe when I get home from the place I have to leave for in 20 minutes, I’ll spin off a new thread), but I am 3 degrees from Charles Manson, 3 degrees from Patty Hearst, and 2 degrees from one of her kidnappers-- therefore 3 degrees from the rest of the SLA.
I could never get 6 degrees, but I found a way that Phil Donahue is 7 degrees from Jack the Ripper, and I have Aung San Suu Kyi 6 degrees from Paris Hilton. I like the ironic ones.
How the hell can you remember that? I can barely remember I was in third grade. I definitely don’t remember anything else about it.
How can you not? This is an honest question. I’m as forgettable (heh) as they come, but even I remember who I went to school with, who taught us, a bunch of incidents from that school year, various feelings, observations etc. etc.
Because I was 8 years old and it’s more than 50 years ago.
Seconded.
I’m 73 and I can name each of my teachers from grades 1 through 6. And most of my teachers in junior and senior high, grade 7-12.
But we digress.
I’m pretty happy NOT to remember all that stuff. My grade school days were a vast waste of time and I do not need them taking up space in my head!
The only two I can recall are my second grade teacher, Mrs. Mooney, and the fourth, Mrs. Downs.
The former, her name is the only thing I remember – I found it intriguing.
The latter is my favorite teacher of all time and I still remember several small teaching moments with her.
I was 8 years old in 1975, and I remember a hell of a lot. I remember my best friend’s birthday, the highest color I achieved in SRA in 3rd grade, the fact that I discovered Encyclopedia Brown & Ballet Shoes that year. I remember that I learned how to build an electric circuit, that I had my least favorite teacher in all elementary school, and the various kids I sat next to, each time desks were moved.
I remember how badly the attempt to introduce the metric system went in 3rd grade.
I also remember quite a lot that happened in the second half of the second grade, as well, which since I turned 8 that year, was also when I was 8. Each kid in my class in 2nd grade had to read a chapter book to the class after lunch recess. I read When Mrs. Coverlet was Away. I don’t remember what book Scott Keisling read, but I remember his eyes wouldn’t stop watering, and he couldn’t finish. He said “My eyes get juicy when I read a lot.”
I remember thinking he was going to get glasses, and he did, about 3 weeks later. Mottled gray plastic frames, with the double cross-piece over the nose.
Cripes, who doesn’t have details like that burned in their head?
I remember tons of very specific details from preschool. I remember the names and faces of the teachers, and most of the kids. Sheesh-- is that odd?
Yeah a little.
Really? I had no idea.
Yeah that seems a bit much.
It feels odd to me, I hardly remember anything I did before the age of 8. There are hazy memories, but few, far between and disconected. No names at all, but I can’t remember names even today. Some situations, mostly in the form of vage feelings.
I guess that feels odd to you in return. I suppose there is a spectrum there, and somebody has to be closer to the edges than others. So hello to you over there (waves with both arms). I am on the other side.