An Update

All is well. Such a pleasant thing to say, that it. I can't sleep though. I came home for mothers day to see the family and such. Always a pleasant experience, well most of the time.

Ever wonder about the nature of memories? Notice, when you tell a story over and over again that it becomes your own, to the point that you create memories that support it. Does it matter if it really happened when you repeat it to another? For you it happen, or maybe you know the truth is wrapped in the story you tell but you cannot separate it out. For Lacan and Caruth, memory is a source of an ethics of sorts. Now because of this, what is the responsibility of memories that are a bit twisted by the story that fits them.

I ran into an attorney who reads Baudrillard. It was a wonderful experience.