on the porch of my first apartment with jt, eating pasta and listening to the soundtrack to "the birdcage". this hit me as 'a moment' when i was in that moment
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dylan's odd gag of pulling out his work-id-on-a-retracting-spool like he was a pullstring doll that could only say "i love bank boston. i love bank boston"
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driving to new york on rainy night, my civic spins out, luckily the truck was a good distance away
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buying m. expensive sunglasses, an early token in our relationship
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an asian gentleman disarming my clogged traffic road rage on memorial drive by waggling moose antlers
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stockpiling jugs of water ahead of y2k, just in case
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making a german 7 year old giggle with a terrible "auto-baum" draw and cartoon
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design group hanging out upstairs after layoffs
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looking down the dark, snow covered road before finishing the walk home; it also registered as one of these moments i wanted to fix in my mind
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endless games of "pokemon puzzle league" with eb
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working with m. to saw the legs off a table too big to move and restore them; her insecurity, the skepticism of eb
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during knowledge transfer when leaving a job,
in joking anger i tossed a remote at noor, but hit and hurt him for real.
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getting so sunburned this one time with k that my chest was pretty much the same shade as my nipples...
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a weird moment of hubris when jz pulled up a game site at work as we were waiting for a compile
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the moment of dawning horror realizing the oreo handed to me had actually been pre-licked - my mouthfull response 'wheahs da cweamy fillin'? is a moment providing many laughs for eb in the years since...
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the craziness of my first 24 hour comics day; forgoing sleep to tell a story i had wanted to tell for a long while
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the first kiss with amber, the electricity and sudden spark of this being the one...
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later, a trip to niagara falls, and her nervousness on the oversized ferris wheel there...
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that same trip, weeping on my dad's grave
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and on the way backcoming to the where the church where i lived in an apartment with my folks was with amber, and seeing the grassy lot
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so, those are my moments. some of my moments.
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moments, and memories. some researchers think memories aren't so much made but remade; the act of remembering cements and reshapes the neuronic pathways
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i guess that's one thing photographs do; become the canonical record, the mold for future remembering. and these comic panels will guide my future memory, I'm sure
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is it telling what showed up here? more from my younger days than recently, and my dad shows up more than my mom; i'm not sure what to make of that
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i think somehow i want my moments to outlast me; that's why i'm writing this now
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it's tough to let go.
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