I Remember #501 – #1,000

#501  – 4 February 2016

I remember wondering if I could (should?) try to record YouTube videos similar to NorthernLion or PewDiePie.  But of course I couldn’t.  Not even close.

#502 – 5 February 2016

I remember a time when I thought French literature was the greatest in the world (Proust, Flaubert, Zola, Sartre, Robbe-Grillet, Perec).  A time when I thought it was German (Bernhard, Mann, Musil, Grass, Sebald).  A time when I thought Spanish (Bolaño, Borges, Vila-Matas, Marías, Vargas Llosa).  British (Eliot, Dickens, Burgess, Orwell, Stoppard, Bernard Shaw, Pinter).  American (Roth, Bellow, Updike, Gaddis, DeLillo, Pynchon, Vollmann).  And now?  I don’t know.  I don’t know.

#503 – 6 February 2016

I remember receiving two movie vouchers from a former boss to acknowledge that my performance at work was improving and that I was ‘on track’.  I was rather proud of myself, even though the catalyst for this reward was previous poor performance, and I didn’t and don’t like to watch movies.

#504 – 7 February 2016

I remember being interviewed by a television crew at the Lifeline Bookfest, likely because I had a shopping trolley full of books I was preparing to buy.  The reporter asked me about the bookfest and I went on about the greatness of literature and the sanctity of human creativity.  I was not on the news that night, though perhaps that could also be attributed to my less than tv-calibre looks.

#505 – 8 February 2016

I remember discovering churning and wondering how I could make it benefit me (spoiler: in Australia, I basically can’t).

#506 – 9 February 2016

I remember eating half a sandwich at Katz Deli at 9 in the morning, and then we went home to sleep because I needed to fall into an immediate food coma.

#507 – 10 February 2016

I remember finding a green-covered and red-covered copy of Georges Perec’s Life A User’s Manual and matching it up with my blue-covered copy.  All the same publisher – Collins Harvill.  I could Google the reasoning behind the different covers, but I would prefer to come to my own conclusions, which I will do, one day, by reading the three editions side by side.

#508 – 11 February 2016

I remember a work meeting where I threw in a reference to Flaubert, and then a little later Kafka’s diaries.  Oh, the pretension!  But I wasn’t trying to be pretentious.  I do, however, assume that I can be insufferable.

#509 – 12 February 2016

I remember having a phase in 2015 when I liked to use the words ‘conurbation’ and commensurate’ in ordinary conversation.

#510 – 13 February 2016

I remember deciding, three years ago, to propose to my (then) girlfriend.  In my absent-mindedness, or my lack of commercial awareness, that the day I had chosen was the day after Valentine’s Day.

#511 – 14 February 2016

I remember Anna’s father standing on a ladder, his head disappeared into our asbestos roof as he gauged the dimensions of the ceiling and the trusses.  And when he emerged, sweat pouring down, even though it was cold.

#512 – 15 February 2016

I remember the music from Firelink Shrine.

#513 – 16 February 2016

I remember the excitement and fondness I felt for letters with diacritics.  The more the better.  Oh, Spanish!  Oh, French!  Oh, Polish!  Oh, Vietnamese!  It quickened my heart.

#514 – 17 February 2016

I remember Stephanie’s funeral and Neutral Milk Hotel’s song, “I love how you love me“, which quite rightly played to the heartbreak of many, including me.

#515 – 18 February 2016

I remember (one of the times) when the iPhone changed its icons and colouring during an update, and how much I hated it at first.  The old man in me has a field day during these times – and of course I am rapidly approaching being that old man in truth as well as outlook.

#516 – 19 February 2016

I remember Umberto Eco.  Foucault’s Pendulum was, briefly, a text I would consider seminal.  It didn’t stick, but I still greatly admire it.  In a way, it showed me that European literature was deeply engrossed (obsessed?) with history.  For someone who had, at the time, read only American writers (and genre writers at that), this was revolutionary to my understanding of literature.

#517 – 20 February 2016

I remember the first time I had the entirely predictable and utterly ordinary experience of the traveller using non-native money, and how spending it felt only remotely real, and difficult to align with my understanding of spending.

#518 – 21 February 2016

I remember Ornstein and Smough.  And The Rotten.  And the Blood-Starved Beast.

#519 – 22 February 2016

I remember finding a map of the Moscow rail system in a second-hand book.  The map was written entirely in Russian. If I remember correctly, it was Don DeLillo’s Libra (Sidenote – has there been another major novelist named ‘Don’?)

#520 – 23 February 2016

I remember Matthewmatosis’ critique videos. And watching his six hour video of Dark Souls (7 September 2016 addition – which I have watched twice now).

#521 – 24 February 2016

I remember the Salvation Army dancers outside (a) Macy’s in New York City.

#522 – 25 February 2016

I remember being briefly obsessed with Zola’s twenty-book Les Rougon-Macquart cycle.

#523 – 26 February 2016

I remember reading Proudhon while drinking wine.  I would become excited by his arguments and wish that I, too, had anarchist tendencies.  But instead I was merely tipsy.

#524 – 27 February 2016

I remember doing an analysis of 50 Fragments I had written over the course of several months.  Most contained no dialogue, I had refrained often from naming characters or places explicitly, and I used first person narrative a lot.  So, that’s me as a writer.

#525 – 28 February 2016

I remember reading from an encyclopedia concerning the Italian Renaissance.  I loved it – I knew so little about that time period, and it was sufficiently exhaustive that I felt an entire world opening up to me.  It was the closest I came, I think, to truly allowing myself to fall into academia.  I teetered on the edge but stayed firm.

#526 – 29 February 2016

I remember seeing endless tedious articles concerning the 29th of February, particularly focused around the supposed ability of women to propose on that day (and that day alone).

#527 – 1 March 2016

I remember learning about the male gaze.

#528 – 2 March 2016

I remember when my watch stopped and I decided against repairing it (1 November 2016 update – I have it in for repair, only 8 months later!)

#529 – 3 March 2016

I remember a year – 2003 or 2004 – when I was obsessed with Kafka and Borges and I would write little storylets designed to mimic their best qualities.  Ape their best qualities.  Copy their ideas.  And ah, it was exhilarating, if derivative.

#530 – 4 March 2016

I remember using Ubuntu Linux and encrypting my hard drives with TrueCrypt.  And, for a short time, I played around with Tor.

#531 – 5 March 2016

I remember when Windows 10 decided to update and install itself on my laptop overnight.  The operating system itself was fine, but the intrusion – not so much.

#532 – 6 March 2016

I remember Homestar Runner, lil’ brudder, and buying Anna figurines for her (19th? 20th?) birthday.

#533 – 7 March 2016

I remember buying Final Fantasy VII and VIII pendants and trinkets from eBay, and feeling very pleased with myself because I had the ability to do so.  It seemed, at the time, when I was, oh, twenty, that I was participating in adult activities.

#534 – 8 March 2016

I remember the building across the road and several buildings down which has been, over the last decade, a hair dresser, a clothes store, a bar, a rap-themed bar with a constant police presence, and a strip club.

#535 – 9 March 2016

I remember fluctuating between 4-7am writing and 9-12 (midnight) writing.  The morning satisfies my sense of discipline and achieving first thing, while the night invigorates my sense of romance and is, of course, the path of least resistance as it is easier to stay up late than it is to wake up early.  In short – my heart wants nights, my brain wants mornings.  Which do you think wins?

#536 – 10 March 2016

I remember Hemwick Lane and unseen eyeballs.

#537 – 11 March 2016

I remember teasing Ashley virtually every weekday about her tendency to wear almost entirely black clothing, day in, day out.

#538 – 12 March 2016

I remember the street signs and traffic lights of New York City, and how different they are to those in Brisbane.

#539 – 13 March 2016

I remember eating freshly smoked-at-our-table oysters at Desnuda in the East Village.

#540 – 14 March 2016

I remember finally earning above minimum wage, and in the following weeks I walked around the Brisbane CBD thinking that there was endless money sloshing about, and some of it was now in my pocket.

#541 – 15 March 2016

I remember listening to Beirut’s EP Realpeople: Holland and drinking scotch and coke while I looked after my little sister immediately after my mother had died, when my father vanished to another country for a month to clear his head.

#542 – 16 March 2016

I remember receiving postcards from Bogdan Suceava and, shamefully, never replying to them.

#543 – 17 March 2016

I remember Nadia’s father.

#544 – 18 March 2016

I remember the ridiculous office upgrade my office building put in place.  Functional elevators were replaced with ‘smart’ elevators which used hard to press buttons and difficult to understand concepts which confused everyone (update in November – buttons are still hard to push, visitors remain confused).

#545 – 19 March 2016

I remember loving packet mix chicken tinga in Australia, and somewhat disliking the real version in Mexico.  Out of everything I ate there and eat here, chicken tinga was the only dish that didn’t appeal in the original.

#546 – 20 March 2016

I remember listening to the Acid House Kings with Anna at Thondley Street while drinking cheap wine.

#547 – 21 March 2016

I remember reading Javier Marías for the first time and being underwhelmed.  I believe I read Tomorrow in the Battle Think on Me and A Heart so White.  And then, second time around, his books worked their way into my mind, and since then I have known – future Nobel Laureate.

#548 – 22 March 2016

I remember Roberto Bolaño.  I don’t know, at times it worries me how much of an influence his writing has had on mine.  From a purely emotional standpoint, his work offers, to me, a permanent, enduring, and unknowable touchstone from which to learn and grow.  And yet, I wonder, by putting his work so high, what am I missing out on?  Which author am I failing to connect with who could be, for whatever reason, more piercing and true to the heart of me as a writer?  Or, is placing a writer in such high regard at all a wise method by which to consider literature and its impact?  My head says no, but my heart – oh!

#549 – 23 March 2016

I remember confusing Jorge Amado and Jorge Semprun, and buying a number of works by Amado in anticipation of reading more along the lines of The Long Voyage.  Imagine my surprise!

#550 – 24 March 2016

I remember Perdido Street Station and a young woman’s crushed mandibles.

#551 – 25 March 2016

I remember Esmerine, and particularly the song Tungsten from the album If Only a Sweet Surrender to the Nights to Come be True.

#552 – 26 March 2016

I remember Netflix and the short-lived ritual of watching the programme, Chef’s Table, while eating dinner with my wife.

#553 – 27 March 2016

I remember deciding that handwriting was for serious writing (such as these recollections of memory), and my computer would be used for commercial writing, if it existed and if I could stomach it.

#554 – 28 March 2016

I remember – no checking, now – The Barrens, Stormwind, Ironforge, Durotar, Azshara, Eastern Plaguelands, Western Plaguelands, Icecrown Peaks, Mount Hyjal, Townlong Steppes, Zangamarsh. And I can visualise others, but their names – gone.

#555 – 29 March 2016

I remember wanting to buy every work published by the Dalkey Archive Press.  I didn’t, but I still think I should.

#556 – 30 March 2016

I remember Augie March’s Century Son and Future Seal.  They were, while I was still using last.fm, by far my most played songs.

#557 – 31 March 2016

I remember recording me singing Yo La Tengo songs with iPhone to see if I could carry a note.  I remain uncertain.  My favourite song to do that with was Season of the Shark.

#558 – 1 April 2016

I remember starting the Journal of Failure and knowing immediately that its name was both prescient and true, as much as I may not have wished it to be so.

#559 – 2 April 2016

I remember the pathetic April Fool’s Day jokes of big internet companies.  My how I dislike that day.

#560 – 3 April 2016

I remember first hearing the word ‘conurbation’ and wanting to use it in ordinary conversation.

#561 – 4 April 2016

I remember Shams Dean, who owned three McDonald’s stores – two in Maryborough, and one in Hervey Bay.

#562 – 5 April 2016

I remember the term ‘sausage fest’, though I was never quite sure what the female equivalent might be.  Taco party?

#563 – 6 April 2016

I remember calling Brittney, ‘B Buckley’, Chris, ‘C Penny’, Ashley, ‘A Lynch’.  Not funny, not creative, not interesting.  And yet I did it all the time.

#564 – 7 April 2016

I remember Garion.  I also thought I remembered his special wizard name as “Rogarion’, but it turns out to be ‘Belgarion’ instead.  Of all the fantasy series I read as a teenager, returning to this one as an adult resulted in the most disappointment.

#565 – 8 April 2016

I remember moving my mouse back and forth in a flattened ‘U’ shape as I collected gold coins spilling out of enemies in Clicker Heroes.

#566 – 9 April 2016

I remember starting Virginie Despentes’ Apocalypse Baby as my first book for 2016.  All these days later and I am stuck on page 100.  And yet I liked the book?  Perhaps because it reminds me of the sun-drenched, airy apartment in Mexico City where we were staying in January, and how I am not there any longer.  (December update – still not finished!)

#567 – 10 April 2016

I remember Laurie Moloney.

#568 – 11 April 2016

I remember Nadia’s phone call about Laurie.  I had missed the first call, and then she sent me a text to call her immediately.  I knew.  I didn’t know, but I knew.  And then there were endless phone calls to friends and work colleagues.

#569 – 12 April 2016

I remember Alex’s heartfelt speech about Laurie as we all assembled in the staffroom.  As he spoke his voice broke and he started to cry, and then everyone was crying, and there was a strong sense of togetherness.

#570 – 13 April 2016

I remember, in abstract, the year 2007, a year where I read 212 books.  Will a year like that ever occur again?  The last two years have seen me stagnating in the seventies.

#571 – 14 April 2016

I remember my arrogant, arrogant early twenties.  Oh, I was insufferable.

#572 – 15 April 2016

I remember trying out fantasy again by reading Robin Hobb and David Gemmell.  Mostly it was the nostalgia that affected me, if I am honest.  It was nice to go back to being 15, for a little while.

#573 – 16 April 2016

I remember pressing the colour-coded buttons on the cash register at McDonald’s to input orders.  For some reason I often think of that aspect of the job quite fondly.  That, and lacing together cardboard circles used to hold the burgers together (which I don’t think is done any longer).

#574 – 17 April 2016

I remember idly day-dreaming about coming up with some kind of appealing creative outlet which could one day be turned into a Patreon.

#575 – 18 April 2016

I remember my friend David’s mother showing me the book she wanted to buy him for his 12th or 13th birthday (I was 14 or 15).  The book – The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan.  She asked my opinion and I was not enthusiastic.  A few months later I became obsessed with the series, which at the time had about, I think, seven books in the series.  And Dave was on hand to discuss it.

#576 – 19 April 2016

I remember calling my brother Trent on a payphone in Spring Hill to tell him all about a book series I had started.  I hadn’t written a word, and the plot was a cheap knock-off of George R R Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire, which at the time was beloved by serious fantasy readers, and nobody else.

#577 – 20 April 2016

I remember one (hungover) New Year’s Day when I went to the nearest Woolworths in a shirt, shorts, and no shoes, and I bought a roast chicken to devour with my hands as utensils and the bag it came in as a plate.

#578 – 21 April 2016

I remember Rand Al’Thor, Mat Cauthon, and Perrin Aybara.  I did not run these names through Google – are they correct?  I’m not sure…

#579 – 22 April 2016

I remember climbing into a storm drain with a friend.  We were quite young, and clearly neither of us understood the risks of what we were doing.  Worse, we liked to take with us matches, lighters, and paper and wood to set on fire in order for us to better see.

#580 – 23 April 2016

I remember the enormous (10 – 15 metres tall) statue of Ned Kelly in Tinana.

#581 – 24 April 2016

I remember cracking open Macadamia nuts with bricks and stones in our driveway in Maryborough when we were children.  Imagine my surprise to discover, as an adult in Brisbane, that they were incredibly expensive.

#582 – 25 April 2016

I remember trying, three times so far, to read Seiobo There Below, and failing each time because I didn’t feel sufficiently equipped to process the aesthetic vision of Krasznahorkai’s work.

#583 – 26 April 2016

I remember wondering if writers who wrote at night were sad, and those who wrote in the morning were happy.

#584 – 27 April 2016

I remember the first time I began seeing young women with tattoos on the back of their upper thigh – perhaps 2013?  2014?  They don’t seem as common now.  Seem to have shifted to the side of the thigh.

#585 – 28 April 2016

I remember throwing away all of the Murakami books I owned, and then slowly buying them back a few years later.  I can’t really explain either decision well.

#586 – 29 April 2016

I remember when my friend Ryan became a Buddhist, and how thin he looked.  And, later, when my brother Trent became a vegan, and how he, too, lost a lot of weight quite quickly.

#587 – 30 April 2016

I remember collecting, and apportioning, horseshoes in Might and Magic VI and VII to the various characters I had created.

#588 – 1 May 2016

I remember Rinaldo Cantabile and Valentine Gersbach.

#589 – 2 May 2016

I remember being seven or eight years old, on the first day of tennis lessons.  I am left-handed, and was complimented for this – told it would make me a strong opponent.  Pleased, I hit the tennis ball as hard as I could and watched it sail far, far over the boundaries of the court.  I thought I had it in me to be a tennis star.

#590 – 3 May 2016

I remember a literary project I began in, oh, 2006-07.  Four books each from Bellow, Roth, Updike, read on repeat, one after the other.  Updike: The four Rabbit novels.  Roth: American Pastoral, The Human Stain, Sabbath’s Theatre, The Dying Animal.  Bellow: Herzog, Seize the Day, Humboldt’s Gift, Henderson the Rain King.

#591 – 4 May 2016

I remember thick, dark, strong Vietnamese coffee in Hanoi, drunk with condensed milk pooled in the bottom before the coffee drips down.

#592 – 5 May 2016

I remember clicking candy, frogs, and fractions, and killing Polaburrs with excessive HP.

#593 – 6 May 2016

I remember farming blood vials.

#594 – 7 May 2016

I remember walking to Folio Books near the Stamford Plaza, then to Dymocks in the Queen Street Mall, then to Angus & Robertson on Adelaide Street.  Usually every lunch time.

#595 – 8 May 2016

I remember walking to Gormans with Eloise.

#596 – 9 May 2016

I remember the Brisbane Lifeline Bookfest, and the host of it, a portly man who elongated his vowels unnecessarily over the speakers.  He would walk around in a safari suit, his belly bulging over khaki pants.

#597 – 10 May 2016

I remember Herzog’s horror at the cruelty of men and women.  And Citrine’s strong beating heart for Humboldt.  And Bellow’s strings of commaless adjectives.

#598 – 11 May 2016

I remember binge watching Gordon Ramsay cooking shows – Kitchen Nightmares, Hell’s Kitchen, etc.

#599 – 12 May 2016

I remember signing up to various Frequent Flyer programs across the world, with stars in my eyes about how much I might fly and the kind of status I would gain.  I have since learned that focus, and not breadth of membership, is the key.

#600 – 13 May 2016

I remember reading about David Bowie’s death in a coffee shop in Mexico in La Playa del Carmen.  It was a specialised newspaper devoted to sharing stories of America to (reasonably) well-off Americans who were holidaying at one of the many resorts scattered along the coast.

#601 – 14 May 2016

I remember the somewhat appealing, somewhat quease-inducing crunch of Captain biting into a dried pig snout.

#602 – 15 May 2016

I remember when Borders closed down in the Brisbane CBD and their clearance sale prices – selling everything including the fixtures – were still more expensive than the same items from the Book Depository (and an update – as of 2017, the building is now a Top Shop).

#603 – 16 May 2016

I remember listening to Joanne, who at 28 was relieved to have finally paid off her credit card and wished to celebrate.  And I thought to myself that I, then 20, would never be so foolish.  And of course at 28 I had a credit card debt which gave me grief.

#604 – 17 May 2016

I remember when my father gave me two albums and a small box filled with all of the photos he had of me as a child.  That was in January 2016, and I still haven’t looked at them (January 2017 update – looked through one album with my wife.  I remain unsure what to do with the remainder).

#605 – 18 May 2016

I remember when Michael Henry Heim died and how in awe I was of his talents in translation.

#606 – 19 May 2016

I remember how Laurie would call Nadia, ‘Nads’.

#607 – 20 May 2016

I remember Captain pulling on his lead while we were walking along King’s Beach at Caloundra.  I slipped, I fell, my body banged against some rocks and I started to fit and faint.  As I lost consciousness I remember thinking, resignedly but also matter-of-factly, ‘I don’t want to go to hospital again…’.  But I did, and the doctor there made sure I was fine before commenting rather casually on the ‘wax factory’ I had operating inside my ear.

#608 – 21 May 2016

I remember screwing up FBT returns for the 2015-16 FBT-year.  Two years in a row!

#609 – 22 May 2016

I remember being quite enamoured with Pynchon’s “sez” and David Foster Wallace’s “And but so”.

#610 – 23 May 2016

I remember the first time I noticed a few strands of dark hair on my left shoulder.  I was perhaps 32?  And now still at 34, the right shoulder remains hairless (and I am a relatively hair-free man).

#611 – 24 May 2016

I remember fiddling about with Habitica as a method for encouraging good behaviour and minimising poor habits.  It never quite stuck, though.

#612 – 25 May 2016

I remember discovering the YouTube user, Sargon of Akkad, via a couple of videos debunking his views.  I clicked, I watched, I struggled to understand the self-righteous pomposity and arrogance.  Oh, I suppose I understood the arrogance, just not his reasoning, logic, stance, position, world-view, or beliefs.

#613 – 26 May 2016

I remember Black Lives Matter, or specifically when it seemed to be everywhere in early 2016.

#614 – 27 May 2016

I remember when our next door neighbour when I was growing up (I think her name was Pat Blanche?) was at our house visiting my mother when her water broke.  She stood up, went outside, and ran and jumped over the chest-high wooden fence separating our yards.  At nine months pregnant.

#615 – 28 May 2016

I remember eating mulberries in Howard when I was in early primary school (7?  8?).  My sister and I would eat them by the handful, ripping from the tree from wherever we could reach, staining our lips and teeth, and wiping our hands on our clothes, ruining them.

#616 – 29 May 2016

I remember waking up very early when I was 9 or 10 and creeping into the chicken coop in our backyard to collect the warm brown eggs from underneath the quietly cooing chickens as they sleepily shifted over my hands.

#617 – 30 May 2016

I remember Sensini and the protagonist from Bolaño’s short story, the first in the collection, Last Evenings on Earth.  It shattered me when I first read it, and even now the story gives me shivers.

#618 – 31 May 2016

I remember entering the French embassy (or part of it) in New York City in order to visit the bookstore, Albertine.  In true Anna fashion, my wife went around the side past the entrance, not realising there was a metal detector and two armed guards keeping watch.  It all ended quite politely, and no harm was done.  A little while later I bought Virginie Despentes’ novel, Apocalypse Baby, and Tom Roberge wasn’t there for me to thank him for his podcast.

#619 – 1 June 2016

I remember tapping away on my Google Chromebook late on afternoon in Mexico City on Calle Simon de Bolívar, while outside the organilleros cranked their harmonipan’s, balancing the weighty instrument as they held out their caps, ignored by all.

#620 – 2 June 2016

I remember my high school friend, Michael, who told me how he liked to go to the Maryborough rose gardens at night, lie down on the grass, look up at the stars, and think about his unrequited love, Jennifer.  I am less confident on this next part, but I think he liked to listen to I Believe, by Blessid Union of Souls, which, to do that back then, would have required a walkman of some kind.

#621 – 3 June 2016

I remember going to the State Library of Queensland when I was perhaps 20 or 21 and, while enjoying the air conditioning, I read Bohumil Hrabal’s Too Loud a Solitude and Cees Nooteboom’s The Following Story, both of which had been plucked at random from the shelves.  How fortunate I was to stumble on them both.

#622 – 4 June 2016

I remember my housemate and friend, Mark Deere, singing Fly Me to the Moon to his then-girlfriend (and now wife) at her 21st birthday party.  He sang poorly (though in tune) and with heart, and had a tendency to go down on one knee and point to the ceiling while singing.

#623 – 5 June 2016

I remember listening to Crowded House while a girl I went to high school with, Michelle, and I, drove through the quiet streets of Maryborough at one, two a.m.  Of course she liked me, and I was oblivious.

#624 – 6 June 2016

I remember Diablo 3’s Auction House, Kripparrian’s YouTube videos, and the Adventure Mode overhaul that came with the expansion.

#625 – 7 June 2016

I remember making fun of my brother for packing up and wrapped his video game consoles in tea towels after he finished using them.

#626 – 8 June 2016

I remember noticing my mother online very late at night.  Her chemo was giving her problems and she couldn’t sleep.  So, she would play Farm Frenzy and hunt down salt and pepper shakers on eBay. And, sometimes, I would ignore the green light indicating she was online, even though she loved to chat online with me when I said hello.

#627 – 9 June 2016

I remember playing Hearthstone when it first came out.  I think I spent, oh, twenty or so dollars on it opening packs.  And a bit of research tells me – closer to $60!

#628 – 10 June 2016

I remember sucking up yabbies with my grandfather at Red Rock, where we may have lived, then, or perhaps were just visiting.  That I don’t remember.  Later, while ordering fish and chips for lunch, I put some of my own money into a Double Dragon arcade machine.  The food came but I wasn’t done playing.  I wouldn’t go with my grandfather.  He smacked my bottom and away we went.

#629 – 11 June 2016

I remember reading a magnificent quote spoken by Legrandin in Marcel Proust’s Swann’s Way.  Should I ever publish a novel (or specifically, the one I am currently working on), then I would like to use it as an epigraph.

#630 – 12 June 2016

I remember Captain crouched at the closed bedroom door, his nose pressed as far under it as possible, crying because my wife remained asleep and he wanted to see her, and I was no fun on a Saturday morning with my books and pen scratchings.

#631 – 13 June 2016

I remember a corduroy jacket I used to wear, so big I drowned in it, to use a cliche that certainly applied, and the stack of postcards I kept in the inner jacket pocket, to give to girls to write their numbers on for me.

#632 – 14 June 2016

I remember setting up credit card and BPAY transfers for debt, bills, and investments, and feeling inordinately proud of the elaborate spreadsheet I had made to track all of these.  And each Saturday morning, bleary-eyed, before my wife woke up, I liked to increment each of the amounts to further my future.

#633 – 15 June 2016

I remember smashing an old couch with my brother as a way for him to deal with his grief.  I think it was about a week afterwards, when he still lived at their apartment.

#634 – 16 June 2016

I remember Ashley, who told me repeatedly that she did not dance, drunkenly singing along to Spice Girls and Backstreet Boys songs and, surprise, nailing the choreography.  Only when drunk, she says.

#635 – 17 June 2016

I remember my siblings wearing plastic pants over their nappies, which we called pilchers.  Nobody I know now calls them that, so where did the word come from?  Is it regional, or specific to my family?  I don’t want to Google it – I prefer not to know.

#636 – 18 June 2016

I remember my father, Ralph and I going to my father’s neighbour’s house to feed the cat while they (the neighbours) were away.  And then Ralph and my dad showed me the neighbour’s motorcycle, which was, according to them, a vehicle of some beauty, majesty and power.  They spoke at me in great detail about the motorcycle, highlighting little details and expressing their joy.  Until that day I had not known at all that my father had any interest in motorcycling.

#637 – 19 June 2016

I remember my father outlining his diet after mum died.  From memory: 3-5 cans of coke each day, a bacon and egg roll for lunch, black coffee for breakfast, and some form of steamed vegetables and meat for dinner.  He wasn’t proud, he wasn’t ashamed, he just wanted to state how he was eating – and there it was.

#638 – 20 June 2016

I remember buying and playing Dark Souls 3.  Never quite as obsessively as Dark Souls 2 – that one really got its hooks into me.  I remember waking up early: 5am, 4am, and wandering through Dragon Aerie.

#639 – 21 June 2016

I remember watching Rage on Saturday mornings, and particularly a period which included a song about little pigs (a film clip with claymation pigs and a wolf), and a techno-ish song with someone yelling “Here’s Johnny!” (bad computer graphics and, I later learned, the quote was Jack Nicholson from The Shining).  Meanwhile, my father made plates of devon on toast for all of us kids.

#640 – 22 June 2016

I remember the Directors clapping when I submitted my first full budget.

#641 – 23 June 2016

I remember the YouTube channel of Joseph Anderson, and to a lesser extent, hbomberguy.  And of course, an inevitable Patreon for both.

#642 – 24 June 2016

I remember my favourite restaurant in La Playa del Carmen being a Japanese restaurant which specialised in sashimi.  So, not Mexican, then.

#643 – 25 June 2016

I remember reading Bertrand Russell’s History of Western Philosophy at South Bank, in the afternoon, when I was very young and very new to literature and philosophy and Plato and Thomas Aquinas and Nietzsche.  I believe I wanted to both enjoy the sun and avoid my housemates.  Youth.

#644 – 26 June 2016

I remember a dirty old house on Webster/Grange Road, near the Days Road turn.  There was always an old red car out the front, no plates, and crammed into the garage and by the side of the house were hundreds of small household items – chairs, plates, tables, boxes.

#645 – 27 June 2016

I remember watching hours of Double Chen/Strictly Dumpling on YouTube when I started cooking Chinese dishes.  I suppose in preparation for trip to China which, so far, hasn’t eventuated.

#646 – 28 June 2016

I remember when we moved into our new home (May 2014) and discovered we had a half-sized dishwasher.  I had never seen one before, or knew they existed.

#647 – 29 June 2016

I remember going on a chairlift in Queenstown on my honeymoon.  This was the peak of my fear of flying: I had a slight panic attack on the way up the mountain as the chair rose and I watched the ground fall away.

#648 – 30 June 2016

I remember strongly identifying with Juan García Madero and Arturo Belano, and Ulises Lima.

#649 – 1 July 2016

I remember creating and using Whatsapp and its groups feature to reconnect and strengthen bonds with the different sides of my family.

#650 – 2 July 2016

I remember the They Might be Giant’s song, Particle Man.

#651 – 3 July 2016

I remember becoming briefly obsessed with Gordon Ramsay’s television shows – Kitchen Nightmares, Hell’s Kitchen, Masterchef USA, etc.

#652 – 4 July 2016

I remember Captain being scared of thunderstorms – happened about when he turned two – and his method for seeking comfort was to jump up on to my chair and wriggle his way on to my lap.  (April 2017 update to this – turns out he is afraid of the wind and rattling windows, not thunderstorms.)

#653 – 5 July 2016

I remember going to Oxford to buy more pants, and discovering after I had purchased three pairs that their smallest size had increased just enough to where they were too big to me, and had the wrong cut for my body.

#654 – 6 July 2016

I remember when Oxford shifted their pants to no longer catering to tiny men like myself, and the search for another brand to take its place.  After a while, I came to appreciate Ted Baker clothing, however I have never quite warmed to their shirts.

#655 – 7 July 2016

I remember looking back through my books spreadsheet and discovering that it had been more than a year since I had read and completed The Savage Detectives.  And this a book I had sworn to myself would almost always be on the ‘currently reading’ pile that makes up my life.

#656 – 8 July 2016

I remember reading – Buzzfeed, Distractify, The Lad Bible – while in the bathroom.  Whiling away time.

#657 – 9 July 2016

I remember that when I was a young teenager, the only cooking responsibility I had at home was to stir the gravy.  And sometimes peel carrots (for whatever reason I enjoyed eating the peels).  I had, then, zero interest in food or how to prepare it.

#658 – 10 July 2016

I remember grinding up Szechuan peppercorns to make a peppered salt during my great Chinese cooking phase of mid-2016.

#659 – 11 July 2016

I remember becoming interested in late-night American shows a couple of years after Leno and Letterman left the air.  They had always seemed like shows for my father (any father).