Memories 02/02/21

There is a mouse in the house. I discovered this recently. I opened up my silverware drawer and found an old packet of Alpha Brain torn open. Upon further inspection, there was mouse poop in the drawer. I went lower and lower into the cabinets, until I hit the space where the little people were getting in. I set up a no-kill trap, but if that doesn’t work, it’s snappy time.

So now I spent the morning tossing out old pots and pans that had been sullied by the creatures, and spraying Simple Green and wiping up poop and urine, and it occurred to me that the cabinets only got that way because I rotate the same five pots and pans and leave the rest just kind of sitting there. In the garbage they go!

Making space and clearing out unused stuff is a mild obsession of mine. It’s truly bizarre how much stuff we manage to accumulate in a short amount of time. When we moved into the new place, my mother-in-law bought us a new set of pots and pans…so you’d think it’d be time to get rid of the old ones…and you’d be wrong.

Anyhow, while I was on my cleaning journey, I listened to this podcast with Orland Bishop. Frequent readers of my blog will remember that I have a lot of time for Eisenstein’s thinking, especially his framing of the war-like structures that we use to approach problems, and their fundamental inefficiency in solving anything.

At one point in part 1 (I’m not on to part 2 yet), Eisenstein asks Bishop what happens when we die, to which he replies, “Where does a thought go when you forget it?”

This opens up a wide range of possibilities. Gagliano’s experiments with plants have proven conclusively that plants do think and remember, despite not having brains. The question posed in her Thus Spoke the Plant goes like this: “Where do they store those memories, then?”

It’s a compelling question. Are memories recalled from some sort of cloud? There is perhaps some kind of materialist explanation here, but I’m not sure what it could possibly be.

Where do thoughts go when we forget them? They’re not stored in our brain like gold in a vault.

Food for thought.

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