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Monday, January 31, 2005 A Note To My Non-Existent Biographer Some people may argue that memoir writing is mostly an ego-inflating exercise (and maybe they're right), but it suddenly struck me that it's also a rather morbid undertaking. Usually people write memoirs at the end of their lives when pretty much anything of interest is over and done with. I don't want to write a memoir. If I really wanted to chronicle the minutiae of my life, I'd start a diary/journal again (I had stopped, right before I discovered how to make a webpage). If someone else wants to write a volume about my life (I can't really imagine why), well, you would have to do some sleuthing. Besides, I find it perversely funny to think about some stranger rifling through my grocery receipts after I'm gone. [posted by S. Y. Affolee on 5:03 PM : ]
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