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Righto. I haven't posted lately, so here I am, letting you know I'm not dead from a horrible bicycling accident, laying dead and asploded on the side of the road whilst being ravaged by Zombie Hobo Rats. Here, have a meme!

Leave one memory of you and me together.

It doesn't matter if I know you a little or a lot, anything you remember!

Next, post this in your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.

Well, that's the original meme. Unfortunately, I'm fairly certain that well over half of the people who read this have never had the chance to meet me in real life. So, just post your favourite memory of me, or the one that makes you think "Yup, that's Nick, alright" or possibly the one about the rosemary jam fight. Whichever. Just, what do you remember about me?


I find memory to be endlesly fascinating. In fact, that's why I want to study Neuroscience; I want to focus on how memories are formed and accessed. And, how they are forgotten. The forgetting is what really intrigues me.

I've noticed something that, when I first thought about it, seemed incredibly profound. But then, when I thought about it a bit more, realised that it was fairly obvious. I'm interested in the field of medicine that holds the secret to the things that make me tick. Again, it seems now more like a 'Well, duh!' thought than an incredible insight, but please, stick with me on this train of thought.

I forget things. A very large number of things. I am half-tempted to say that I have forgotten more than most people remember, if you count forgetting something you had to re-learn as two seperate memories.

I know I was going somewhere with this, but I got distracted by something shiny, and can't remember what I was trying to say. Sleep is good.
  • I clearly remember our long debates about the pronounciation of "neither..."

    "NEITHER!"
    "no, it's NEITHER!"
    "NEITHER!"

    xD
    (skype?)
  • Ed, I just have one word that sums it all up after I finish this sentence that i have just now decided is going to be a big uber honking extremely freaking long sentance that must constitute as a run on sentence because I am not even botheing to give you pause for breath as I type this and you can have your one word now.


    "CORTCH!!!!"
  • Memories of Edminster although we've never met ...

    Memory #1. Was when you posted about having a serious nosebleed and then didn't post again for several days. I remember thinking "OMG, I've just run across this incredibly talented kid on-line and now he could have bled to death in the middle of the night and I'll never know. I was really worried about you and you found that strange since we'd never actually met. I guess it was but I guess it's all a part of the weirdness that is me.

    Memory #2. Driving down the freeway with my daughter listening to Assemblage 23 and thinking "Nick so needs to hear this". Now what makes me think I could pick out music for someone I've never really met? (I hope you enjoyed it.) Just another weirdness that is me I guess.

    Memory #3. (I saved the best for last.) I never fail to be amazed and impressed and almost always amused by your wonderful posts.
    • Re: Memories of Edminster although we've never met ...

      Memory 1: I still feel bad about that... That's why I remind myself that I need to post, if not for myself, for the people who care about me.

      Memory 2: I still have the songs, and I like listening to them. Surprisingly, Lyssa did, too. She's normally not into that kind of music. What I found to be truly touching about the gift, however, is the hand-written letter you enclosed. I still have that, as well as a copy I scanned into my computer. You have some of the best handwriting I have ever seen, by the way.

      Memory 3: I'm so happy to hear that my words and thoughts have such an affect on somebody.
  • My memory of you made me cry.

    Honestly. I remember meeting you when you were maybe around 4 or even 5 years old. Your dog could not speak, was crippled and terrified of your dad. You had a beautiful glimmer in your eyes that I will never forget. I was, at the time, very worried for you.
    • Re: My memory of you made me cry.

      Eh? What kind of dog? If it's the one I'm thinking of, then it's normal for them to not bark or anything...

      And why was it afraid of Dad?
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