tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post4149702190523443409..comments2024-03-25T11:04:10.945-07:00Comments on Chez Danisse: Inside an HourDenise http://www.blogger.com/profile/08269617590521412393noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-43953150950426849512013-03-15T15:50:34.132-07:002013-03-15T15:50:34.132-07:00Interesting thought, Danielle, this draping of sto...Interesting thought, Danielle, this draping of stories. I'll be thinking about this for a while.Denise | Chez Danissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418226690328176970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-20691611666255981972013-03-15T15:48:58.976-07:002013-03-15T15:48:58.976-07:00Wishing you zero humiliation, fun memories of yout...Wishing you zero humiliation, fun memories of youth, and good thoughts today, Annie.Denise | Chez Danissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418226690328176970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-23783570365851526522013-02-23T01:19:22.936-08:002013-02-23T01:19:22.936-08:00This was timely, since my mind is engrossed in you...This was timely, since my mind is engrossed in youth's humiliation lately. I'm not sure why: perhaps I've been chinking away at my experience, and now I've come to that wall, because humiliation for me seems to all be stored up in one massive chunk. But even now, I don't remember any more like it happened. I like the thought of wandering memories. I think possibly there is the human element behind all of our memories that is the same, and we simply drape different stories over it. Daniellehttp://teacupchronicles.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-13265425222005898372013-02-21T17:16:30.969-08:002013-02-21T17:16:30.969-08:00Humiliation - one of those words that one has a ph...Humiliation - one of those words that one has a physical reaction to. The slightly shrinking feeling, coupled with an odd tingling chill down your spine. But like many things it has it's uses.<br />Yes I think something can taste like youth - or at the very least taste like the memories of youth.<br />And I'm fascinated and quite taken with Rachel's idea of memories wandering...what an intriguing and utterly thought provoking idea!Elsa Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13652787657325357638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-50253794321138663062013-02-19T19:04:51.626-08:002013-02-19T19:04:51.626-08:00Great podcast, Rachael. I want to listen to it ag...Great podcast, Rachael. I want to listen to it again. Your idea intrigues me, but I know it will have to marinate for a while, along with something else I've just started reading, Água Viva by Clarice Lispector. <br /><br />And then sometimes I think I need a break from thinking...<br /><br />Aquanet. What a taste. I feel I can even taste the scent. Eek.Denise | Chez Danissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418226690328176970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-86380495621093974252013-02-19T18:58:26.431-08:002013-02-19T18:58:26.431-08:00Ripe mangoes and jasmine. Fabulous.Ripe mangoes and jasmine. Fabulous.Denise | Chez Danissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418226690328176970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-37026391723468718572013-02-18T05:37:43.362-08:002013-02-18T05:37:43.362-08:00Oh yes, so many things taste like youth. An smell ...Oh yes, so many things taste like youth. An smell like youth. My youth, that is - like ripe mangoes, and jasmine, and warm, moist air, and monsoons. <br />Mild humiliations - I'm sure there are a few of those too, tucked in between the mangoes and monsoons.Piahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03933646544634162981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-51795046988791133362013-02-17T21:48:19.889-08:002013-02-17T21:48:19.889-08:00As for a taste of my youth? Aquanet. No matter how...As for a taste of my youth? Aquanet. No matter how I held my breath, I always sprayed too much and ended up inhaling and tasting it.Rachael | The Slow-Cooked Sentencehttp://theslowcookedsentence.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-72914944751019084072013-02-17T21:27:03.451-08:002013-02-17T21:27:03.451-08:00The New Yorker podcast of Borges', "Shake...The New Yorker podcast of Borges', "Shakespeare's Memory," is an interesting version on the idea of memory's fluidity. I think I'll try and write my own version. Waddaya say we both write one, and then we'll swap? BTW, Borges story is here: http://www.newyorker.com/online/podcasts/fictionRachael | The Slow-Cooked Sentencehttp://theslowcookedsentence.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-32647706115073164042013-02-14T14:52:51.294-08:002013-02-14T14:52:51.294-08:00Thanks, Ann.Thanks, Ann.Denise | Chez Danissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418226690328176970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-63699534131668151102013-02-14T09:53:34.627-08:002013-02-14T09:53:34.627-08:00I'm glad I read this - the idea of wandering m...I'm glad I read this - the idea of wandering memories is beautiful. Annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16755314154360328605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-3560625228189140502013-02-13T11:42:43.489-08:002013-02-13T11:42:43.489-08:00I really hope I haven't marked up someone'...I really hope I haven't marked up someone's nice pants. Happy thinking.Denise | Chez Danissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418226690328176970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-14347128845576164042013-02-13T11:41:48.737-08:002013-02-13T11:41:48.737-08:00I'm always a little jealous of the people who ...I'm always a little jealous of the people who can visit the home they grew up inside. My family left that home and scattered long ago.Denise | Chez Danissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418226690328176970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-50752346781292567812013-02-13T11:37:44.783-08:002013-02-13T11:37:44.783-08:00You have me recalling a cod liver oil phase my par...You have me recalling a cod liver oil phase my parents went through. I know I did not like that taste, but I seem to have blocked out the actual taste. No memory of it. And yes, good advice, Kate. No scratching. Denise | Chez Danissehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418226690328176970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-10898930516011906372013-02-13T00:04:15.377-08:002013-02-13T00:04:15.377-08:00love the white pants part...
and that thing about...love the white pants part...<br /><br />and that thing about mild humiliation - wow, i´m going to think about that for quite a while...WSAKEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02627091455381269282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-8040559183491664452013-02-12T22:20:04.191-08:002013-02-12T22:20:04.191-08:00And this is why I keep coming back for more...And this is why I keep coming back for more...Nib's Endhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00820552995581749771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-12605607000353959152013-02-12T17:12:39.905-08:002013-02-12T17:12:39.905-08:00Mild humiliation is what helps me grow and stay hu...Mild humiliation is what helps me grow and stay humble. It's a fine line to thread....the memory of my youth is faded, it's my brains way of dealing with expatriation then sometimes I remember and I ache for the familiar for homeImenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10800958370028180019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5232927064230838150.post-78925842884356318782013-02-12T16:10:38.018-08:002013-02-12T16:10:38.018-08:00Watermelon on a summer's day tastes like my yo...Watermelon on a summer's day tastes like my youth. Black forest cake tastes like my youth - my mum always made it for my dad and for my brother on their birthdays. Cod liver oil tastes like my youth. The taste or smell of any of those take me back to the time of under age 10.<br /><br />Mild humiliation is like a skin irritant - you know if you just wouldn't scratch at it the sensation would be less severe.kate on the islandhttp://www.0521kt.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com