Just found an online reprint of Ellen Ullman's wonderful 2003 essay "Memory and Megabytes," originally published in American Scholar. It's one of my favorite short pieces ever, and started me thinking about the differences between human and machine memory.

Though her recent New York Times op-ed on adoption and knowing your family history is great, too:

I am not against … the trend… toward openness, a growing “right” to know. I simply want to give not-knowing its due.

I like mysteries. I like the sense of uniqueness that comes from having unknown origins (however false that sense may be).

[To the tune of Dead Man's Bones, "My Body's a Zombie for You," from the album Anti Sampler Fall 2009 (I give it 1 stars).]