The tune I've been humming all day is a medley of The Turtles "So Happy Together" with "The Age of Aquarious/Let The Sunshine In." But the inclusion of "Build Me Up Buttercup" by the Foundations is the one that surprises me the most. I've made a conscious effort for the past few years to block that out of my mind, primarily because it was associated with a certain ex-girlfriend. I do a good job of associating songs with memories, and there are some memories I'd rather not jog.

By the same token, I can't stand Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl", the movie "Shakespeare in Love", or any Whitney Houston song. And I'll only mention They Might Be Giants in passing. This is another example of me bottling up my emotions so that they can surprise (!) me at a later date; except it will be no surprise when I discover at that later date that memories have a life of their own.

Memory moprhs. Memory breathes. It lives and dies and is reborn in different shapes and flavors and soon Memory becomes distinctly separate from History. I forget History sometimes. And that's bad. So I guess humming this catchy tune is my small, small way of beating Memory back into submission. Memory runs. Memory fades. It lives and dies and is reborn in different shapes and flavors and soon all you're left with is a song and a story.