#memory — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #memory, aggregated by home.social.
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The Sweetness of Forgetting "Because, my dear, it is good to remember that you do not always have to see something to know that it is there" Sale: $18.99 to $2.99 by Kristin Harmel Rating: 4.4/5 (9,813 Reviews) #holocaust #family #paris #love #booksky #books #baking #memory #womensfiction
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Another fun fact about our avian friends - people used to think that scavengers followed hunters to find their food. Turns out they likely remember 🧪 🧠 🐦⬛ #neuroscience #memory
Ravens anticipate wolf kill sites across broad scales https://www.science.org/doi/10.1126/science.adz9467
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Today's poem:
Thessaloniki
- by Selahattin Yolgidenhttps://www.tumblr.com/ukdamo/816589647952117760/thessaloniki?source=share
#SelahattinYolgiden #poetry #thessaloniki #history #memory #possibility #love
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Today's poem:
Thessaloniki
- by Selahattin Yolgidenhttps://www.tumblr.com/ukdamo/816589647952117760/thessaloniki?source=share
#SelahattinYolgiden #poetry #thessaloniki #history #memory #possibility #love
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Today's poem:
Thessaloniki
- by Selahattin Yolgidenhttps://www.tumblr.com/ukdamo/816589647952117760/thessaloniki?source=share
#SelahattinYolgiden #poetry #thessaloniki #history #memory #possibility #love
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Today's poem:
Thessaloniki
- by Selahattin Yolgidenhttps://www.tumblr.com/ukdamo/816589647952117760/thessaloniki?source=share
#SelahattinYolgiden #poetry #thessaloniki #history #memory #possibility #love
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Today's poem:
Thessaloniki
- by Selahattin Yolgidenhttps://www.tumblr.com/ukdamo/816589647952117760/thessaloniki?source=share
#SelahattinYolgiden #poetry #thessaloniki #history #memory #possibility #love
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Ah, the age-old tradition of #rewriting everything in #Rust, because why not? 😏 Congratulations to the brave souls who convinced themselves that this will definitely solve all the world's problems. 🚀🔧 Now we can all sleep soundly knowing our buns are safe and sound in memory-safe glory. 🙄 #RustEvangelismStrikesAgain
https://github.com/oven-sh/bun/pull/30412 #Memory #Safety #Software #Development #Tech #Humor #HackerNews #ngated -
What Kills the #Memory Trade? - https://weaponizedcompetence.substack.com/p/what-kills-the-memory-trade "#Parabolic price charts are scary, and it’s true they never continue forever. But that’s not enough to justify a short at any time, or even to reduce your positions if you’re not seeing anything disprove the thesis that led you to invest in the first place." detailed analysis of memory sector
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Another enjoyable short video from John Green
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The Places in Your Memory That Don’t Match Anything in Your Life.
Subconscious landscapes shape your inner world.#memory #subconscious #innerworld #medium #life #personaldevelopment #MemoryRecall
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The Places in Your Memory That Don’t Match Anything in Your Life.
Subconscious landscapes shape your inner world.#memory #subconscious #innerworld #medium #life #personaldevelopment #MemoryRecall
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#Sovereignty, #genocide, #memory, & power collide in #FarahBakaari’s explosive essay on #Somaliland’s fight for recognition. She examines how #statehood, diaspora identity, & #RedSea #geopolitics, are reshaping the future of SL — & the meaning of #freedom itself.
https://saxafimedia.com/sovereignty-beginning-somaliland-recognition/
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#Sovereignty, #genocide, #memory, & power collide in #FarahBakaari’s explosive essay on #Somaliland’s fight for recognition. She examines how #statehood, diaspora identity, & #RedSea #geopolitics, are reshaping the future of SL — & the meaning of #freedom itself.
https://saxafimedia.com/sovereignty-beginning-somaliland-recognition/
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#Sovereignty, #genocide, #memory, & power collide in #FarahBakaari’s explosive essay on #Somaliland’s fight for recognition. She examines how #statehood, diaspora identity, & #RedSea #geopolitics, are reshaping the future of SL — & the meaning of #freedom itself.
https://saxafimedia.com/sovereignty-beginning-somaliland-recognition/
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#Sovereignty, #genocide, #memory, & power collide in #FarahBakaari’s explosive essay on #Somaliland’s fight for recognition. She examines how #statehood, diaspora identity, & #RedSea #geopolitics, are reshaping the future of SL — & the meaning of #freedom itself.
https://saxafimedia.com/sovereignty-beginning-somaliland-recognition/
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#Sovereignty, #genocide, #memory, & power collide in #FarahBakaari’s explosive essay on #Somaliland’s fight for recognition. She examines how #statehood, diaspora identity, & #RedSea #geopolitics, are reshaping the future of SL — & the meaning of #freedom itself.
https://saxafimedia.com/sovereignty-beginning-somaliland-recognition/
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«Внутренний сад»
Иногда земля хранит больше памяти, чем люди.
Старые домики, родные воздушные линии, опоры - всё это кажется заброшенным и почти бессловесным. Но под слоем тлена и пыли продолжает существовать другой мир: дикий, цветущий, упрямо живой.Мне хотелось соединить ускользающий пейзаж старой Астрахани с внутренним садом памяти - местом, которое невозможно уничтожить полностью.
#art #painting #outsiderart #expressionism #memory #landscape #contemporaryart #artistsoninstagram -
«Внутренний сад»
Иногда земля хранит больше памяти, чем люди.
Старые домики, родные воздушные линии, опоры - всё это кажется заброшенным и почти бессловесным. Но под слоем тлена и пыли продолжает существовать другой мир: дикий, цветущий, упрямо живой.Мне хотелось соединить ускользающий пейзаж старой Астрахани с внутренним садом памяти - местом, которое невозможно уничтожить полностью.
#art #painting #outsiderart #expressionism #memory #landscape #contemporaryart #artistsoninstagram -
«Внутренний сад»
Иногда земля хранит больше памяти, чем люди.
Старые домики, родные воздушные линии, опоры - всё это кажется заброшенным и почти бессловесным. Но под слоем тлена и пыли продолжает существовать другой мир: дикий, цветущий, упрямо живой.Мне хотелось соединить ускользающий пейзаж старой Астрахани с внутренним садом памяти - местом, которое невозможно уничтожить полностью.
#art #painting #outsiderart #expressionism #memory #landscape #contemporaryart #artistsoninstagram -
«Внутренний сад»
Иногда земля хранит больше памяти, чем люди.
Старые домики, родные воздушные линии, опоры - всё это кажется заброшенным и почти бессловесным. Но под слоем тлена и пыли продолжает существовать другой мир: дикий, цветущий, упрямо живой.Мне хотелось соединить ускользающий пейзаж старой Астрахани с внутренним садом памяти - местом, которое невозможно уничтожить полностью.
#art #painting #outsiderart #expressionism #memory #landscape #contemporaryart #artistsoninstagram -
«Внутренний сад»
Иногда земля хранит больше памяти, чем люди.
Старые домики, родные воздушные линии, опоры - всё это кажется заброшенным и почти бессловесным. Но под слоем тлена и пыли продолжает существовать другой мир: дикий, цветущий, упрямо живой.Мне хотелось соединить ускользающий пейзаж старой Астрахани с внутренним садом памяти - местом, которое невозможно уничтожить полностью.
#art #painting #outsiderart #expressionism #memory #landscape #contemporaryart #artistsoninstagram -
“Spring Rain” by Sara Teasdale
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) was an American poet, celebrated for her works that explored themes such as love, beauty, nature, and mortality. Born in St. Louis, Missouri, she published her first collection of poems in 1907 as a member of “The Potters”—a group of young women authors. She quickly gained recognition for the clarity and simplicity of her writing. Notably, she won a Pullitzer prize in 1918 for the collection Love Songs. Sadly, her life was marked by severe personal struggles, including a lonely marriage, divorce, and declining health, ultimately leading to her tragic death by suicide. She is still remembered as an important voice of the early 20th-century American literature.
Sara TeasdaleIn this post we’ll get acquainted with her poem “Spring Rain”, first published in 1917. In many ways typical of her style of writing, the poem is simple yet deep, using imagery from the natural world to reflect on the poet’s emotions and memories. In the first stanza, the sounds of rain and thunder trigger a recollection of a past love; the rest of the poem takes us down the memory lane. You’ll notice that the poem itself is brief, just like a typical spring rain; and the weather described is stormy and intense—just like passionate young love.
I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.
I remembered a darkened doorway
Where we stood while the storm swept by,
Thunder gripping the earth
And lightning scrawled on the sky.
The passing motor busses swayed,
For the street was a river of rain,
Lashed into little golden waves
In the lamp light's stain.
With the wild spring rain and thunder
My heart was wild and gay;
Your eyes said more to me that night
Than your lips would ever say...
I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.RECOMMENDED RESOURCES
Love Songs by Sara Teasdale – free ebook, downloadable in various formats
Sara Teasdale’s biography – a Poetry Foundation page
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Image by Levi Guzman via Unsplash
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#AmericanLiterature #EnglishLiterature #literature #love #memory #poem #poetry #readingComprehension #SaraTeasdale #spring -
Oh no, journalists won't have their musings immortalized in the #digital amber of the #Wayback Machine! 🕰️ Quick, everyone, join #Rachel Maddow's crusade to save #journalism from the terrifying prospect of being forgotten—because nothing screams "crucial work" like a hastily drafted #online #petition. 📝✨
https://www.savethearchive.com/newsleaders/ #preservation #Maddow #Machine #memory #HackerNews #ngated -
Oh no, journalists won't have their musings immortalized in the #digital amber of the #Wayback Machine! 🕰️ Quick, everyone, join #Rachel Maddow's crusade to save #journalism from the terrifying prospect of being forgotten—because nothing screams "crucial work" like a hastily drafted #online #petition. 📝✨
https://www.savethearchive.com/newsleaders/ #preservation #Maddow #Machine #memory #HackerNews #ngated -
Oh no, journalists won't have their musings immortalized in the #digital amber of the #Wayback Machine! 🕰️ Quick, everyone, join #Rachel Maddow's crusade to save #journalism from the terrifying prospect of being forgotten—because nothing screams "crucial work" like a hastily drafted #online #petition. 📝✨
https://www.savethearchive.com/newsleaders/ #preservation #Maddow #Machine #memory #HackerNews #ngated -
Oh no, journalists won't have their musings immortalized in the #digital amber of the #Wayback Machine! 🕰️ Quick, everyone, join #Rachel Maddow's crusade to save #journalism from the terrifying prospect of being forgotten—because nothing screams "crucial work" like a hastily drafted #online #petition. 📝✨
https://www.savethearchive.com/newsleaders/ #preservation #Maddow #Machine #memory #HackerNews #ngated -
Oh no, journalists won't have their musings immortalized in the #digital amber of the #Wayback Machine! 🕰️ Quick, everyone, join #Rachel Maddow's crusade to save #journalism from the terrifying prospect of being forgotten—because nothing screams "crucial work" like a hastily drafted #online #petition. 📝✨
https://www.savethearchive.com/newsleaders/ #preservation #Maddow #Machine #memory #HackerNews #ngated -
my one and only (a fairytale of sorts)
When Maggie was a child, she had a little dog, a dog she loved more than anything else in the world. He was her greatest comfort, her confidant, her friend—and the warmest buffer between her and her warring parents. When no older than four, she’d often sit on the front steps of the family home with the black and white pup at her side, doing her best to ignore the carrying on of her parents inside. For as long as the commotion lasted, she and her pup would remain planted there, staring out at the quiet row of houses on the opposite side of the street. From time to time, as a way to console him and herself, she’d pat his head gently or stroke his silky coat. When she was a few years older, she began reading to him from storybooks she got from the library, promising that one day they too would go off on a happy adventure. And always when Maggie looked into the dog’s glowing brown eyes, and he looked steadily into hers, she knew with all her heart that he understood. So when only a few years later, before her eighth birthday, he passed away suddenly, it was as if an essential part of her own being had gone with him. But where had he gone to? she wondered. Would she ever see him again? Perhaps in heaven? Her parents tried but couldn’t answer these difficult questions to her satisfaction. Her father said instead that they could go right away to get her another dog, but that made Maggie throw herself onto the bed and cry. Her mother suggested a cat, but that made Maggie cry even more. But then time passed, as it always does, slowly at first, and then in a rush, and so it was that eventually, Maggie understood her dog was gone forever, and the only solution to her sadness, the only defense against time, was to never forget him.
Now that Margaret (formerly Maggie) was an old woman—well, perhaps not that old, but old enough to have had a long career as a librarian, and old enough so that many memories had grown tattered with time—she had the barest of memories sitting outside along with her dog while her parents argued. She didn’t remember vowing to never forget her little companion, to cherish him always as the one and only in her life who listened to both her wishes and her woes. And yet…in the back of Margaret’s mind, she sensed there had to be more to this story, something she had forgotten.
Then one day she found herself in an unfamiliar neighborhood. It was an area near a homeless shelter where she had just started as a volunteer reading stories to children. She had finished for the day, and as she made her way down the narrow sidewalk toward her parked car, she saw a little dog crossing the street to get to the other side. Thankfully, there was only light traffic, so the dog made it safely across. “He’s just going home,” she thought. But, no, he passed one house and then another before finally stopping before a gardener trimming a bush brimming with white blossoms. The man stopped for a moment, reached into his pocket, and gave the dog some sort of treat. Then immediately both returned to what they’d been doing before: the man trimming the bush, the dog moving on. The woman, merely curious, yelled over, “Is that your dog?” The man yelled back, “No, ma’am. I just feed him once in a while. Do you want a dog?”
Margaret didn’t know what to say. She just watched as the dog moved further along in a rather comical bow-legged waddling walk. It was a black and white Chihuahua mix with short legs and large patches of missing fur on one side of his body revealing pink skin. Finally, Margaret said, “Doesn’t he live around here?”
“No,” the man said, “he just goes from place to place. No home.”
“Does he bite?” Margaret then asked.
“No, he just might lick you to death,” he replied, smiling.
Without much decision making on her part, other than thinking she’d drive the dog over to a shelter, she asked the gardener to pick up the dog and put him in the backseat of her car, which he did.
It was only after she took the dog home, gave him a bath, fed him a meal of chicken and rice, which he devoured within seconds, that Maggie realized this little dog, who now curled up next to her on the couch, was similar, maybe even identical (except for the missing fur), to her long-lost childhood companion. The memory came back to her slowly at first, and then in a mad rush. Was her mind playing tricks? Was she going crazy? Or maybe, she thought, this is the one miracle, the one wished-for adventure, granted to me in life. The kind I don’t have to dissect or explain to anyone, least of all to myself.
And while Maggie thought these thoughts, the dog continued to sleep soundly beside her. After a time, however, when Maggie moved on to considering other incomprehensible things, like the swift passage of time and her now elderly parents, who despite their disastrous marriage had somehow remained close, the little dog awoke and looked directly at her. “Hi, Charlie,” Maggie said. “Welcome home.” And the pup’s wide brown eyes, glowing warmly, told her all she needed to know.
#childhood #creativeWriting #dogs #fairytale #fiction #flashFiction #love #memory #shortStories #shortStory #time -
How I wrote | A Head Full of Ghosts | Flash fiction
👉 https://alisonlittle.blog/2026/05/03/a-head-full-of-ghosts-hums-louder-at-dusk/
#FlashFiction #Memory #Loss -
Time Shelter: A Novel "The past is not just that which happened to you. Sometimes it is that which you just imagined" Sale: $17.99 to $2.99 by Georgi Gospodinov Rating: 4.0/5 (2,246 Reviews) #time #memory #fiction #booksky #books #literature #novel #dystopia #translated #recommended
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TCM is playing the 1984 film "All of Me" w/ Steve Martin & Lily Tomlin.
I'm a huge Lily Tomlin fan, Steve Martin not so much.
Haven't seen it since I went to Northgate theater in north Seattle w/ my friend, Bruce.
Bruce's dad was a dentist that once took me & Bruce to the community pool, paid 50 cents for each of us, and then asked the clerk "If they drown, do I get my money back?"
Memories.📽️ 🎞️ 🍿
#GenX #80s
#80smovies
#film #movie #movies
#memory #Memories[See ALT text for more jokes]
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A necklace I sold out of necessity — and only later realized I missed. A quiet story about small things that stay with us.
https://medium.com/wanderers-tavern/the-gift-i-couldnt-keep-68a57028a04b
#memory #truestory #lettinggo -
Look around, what can I use for string?
Ah, barrel trash can is lined with a big plastic bag, with top draped over can. I sliced off a long unneeded strip at top of bag, put it through holes in knife handle, bound knife to stick, made McGyver spear!
Reached up, carefully sawed through piñata rope! Ha! Victory!
Then finished clean up.
Best part, of course, was amazed expressions on faces of stoner adults.
"Woowwww! How even did you do that?!?"
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Birthday party for friend in 40s, in Tilden park picnic area near woods. There was a piñata, dangling from high branch. Some adults snuck off to do their weedy.
End of party cleanup, everything must be cleaned up, but cut piñata rope end still up on branch!
How to get it down?
I have stupid pocket knife with holes in handle.
Told my Younger Child Beast,
"Go find me a stick of lengthy stickitude!"
He trots into woods, brings back a decent branch.
Stoners watch perplexed!
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Tori Amos in Frankfurt. March 7th 1992. Spontaneously, I took a train there and held up a sign "ticket wanted". It worked. This was not on the main stage but in the foyer, only a few hundred people on chars around small tables. As a single person I could grab a free seat pretty close to her. Awesome.
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Wow, 13 minutes of your life you'll never get back, all to discover that you can run local models on an #M4 with a whopping #24GB of memory! 🥳 Next, maybe they'll tell us water is wet. 💧 So thrilling!
https://jola.dev/posts/running-local-models-on-m4 #localmodels #memory #technews #thrilling #discoveries #HN #HackerNews #ngated -
Wow, 13 minutes of your life you'll never get back, all to discover that you can run local models on an #M4 with a whopping #24GB of memory! 🥳 Next, maybe they'll tell us water is wet. 💧 So thrilling!
https://jola.dev/posts/running-local-models-on-m4 #localmodels #memory #technews #thrilling #discoveries #HN #HackerNews #ngated -
Wow, 13 minutes of your life you'll never get back, all to discover that you can run local models on an #M4 with a whopping #24GB of memory! 🥳 Next, maybe they'll tell us water is wet. 💧 So thrilling!
https://jola.dev/posts/running-local-models-on-m4 #localmodels #memory #technews #thrilling #discoveries #HN #HackerNews #ngated -
Wow, 13 minutes of your life you'll never get back, all to discover that you can run local models on an #M4 with a whopping #24GB of memory! 🥳 Next, maybe they'll tell us water is wet. 💧 So thrilling!
https://jola.dev/posts/running-local-models-on-m4 #localmodels #memory #technews #thrilling #discoveries #HN #HackerNews #ngated -
Wow, 13 minutes of your life you'll never get back, all to discover that you can run local models on an #M4 with a whopping #24GB of memory! 🥳 Next, maybe they'll tell us water is wet. 💧 So thrilling!
https://jola.dev/posts/running-local-models-on-m4 #localmodels #memory #technews #thrilling #discoveries #HN #HackerNews #ngated -
https://winbuzzer.com/2026/05/10/big-tech-proposes-funding-sk-hynix-memory-expansion-xcxwbn/
AI Memory Scarcity Drives Funding Talks With SK Hynix
#AI #SKHynix #BigTech #Memory #Semiconductors #AIHardware #AIInfrastructure #AIInvestment #DRAM
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https://winbuzzer.com/2026/05/10/big-tech-proposes-funding-sk-hynix-memory-expansion-xcxwbn/
AI Memory Scarcity Drives Funding Talks With SK Hynix
#AI #SKHynix #BigTech #Memory #Semiconductors #AIHardware #AIInfrastructure #AIInvestment #DRAM
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https://winbuzzer.com/2026/05/10/big-tech-proposes-funding-sk-hynix-memory-expansion-xcxwbn/
AI Memory Scarcity Drives Funding Talks With SK Hynix
#AI #SKHynix #BigTech #Memory #Semiconductors #AIHardware #AIInfrastructure #AIInvestment #DRAM
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https://winbuzzer.com/2026/05/10/big-tech-proposes-funding-sk-hynix-memory-expansion-xcxwbn/
AI Memory Scarcity Drives Funding Talks With SK Hynix
#AI #SKHynix #BigTech #Memory #Semiconductors #AIHardware #AIInfrastructure #AIInvestment #DRAM
