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Return of Memoryfest: Day 8/31
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8. Middle School
In the car on vacation in Toronto, my mother glanced at the cover of a Deep Space Nine paperback I was reading, saw the drawing of Dr. Bashir and said, "He has a bulbous nose." Anytime the word "bulbous" comes up, that's what I think of.
WTF
8. Middle School
In the car on vacation in Toronto, my mother glanced at the cover of a Deep Space Nine paperback I was reading, saw the drawing of Dr. Bashir and said, "He has a bulbous nose." Anytime the word "bulbous" comes up, that's what I think of.
WTF
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My first job at the theatre company was as an archivist, which I took as a mandate to read every piece of paper in every file I came across (instant institutional memory). That was an awesome four months.
I've gradually been reading more and more online, whether it's personal or work-related. And while it doesn't replace the feel of a book in the hand, it's easier to clean up after a click-through rampage on Wikipedia (though perhaps not as accurately informative) than it was to reshelve half my mother's reference bookcase after one of my childhood fact-finding missions.