The push to this entry was ~AegisAvantGarde and his journal, which you can view here [link]

So yeah, this post made me want to summarize my thoughts on this.. thing I experience. I call it a reminder. It’s like you hear/see one and the same thing all over again and you think it’s a piece of useless information, but than something happens and you use it.. I’m not sure I actually make sense. It’ll be easier to explain it with an example, one of the many.

I once saw a Mark Rothko picture at an exhibition, I think it was Orange and Yellow. And I thought to myself why would anyone buy it, it’s silly. Some time after that I saw this movie with Uma Thurman where her heroine fells in love with an artist, who is a lot younger than she is, and is actually a son of her therapist. I think the title was Prime, but it doesn’t matter really. So I liked Uma’s character up until she said she liked Rothko.
The next reminder of Rothko was when I found a 20th Century Art book while organizing my books. I never noticed, but there is a Rothko picture on the cover.
This is basically it. I don’t know, maybe it’s how the natural process of learning works, but it feels weird every time. Such random things often helped me. Like I accidentally read a German word I didn’t know (German is not my mother tongue) and looked it up, and than two hours later I heard it in a conversation and actually knew what it meant. This sounds like the most basic thing ever, but it doesn’t feel like it. Sometimes this reminder thing goes wrong and I have month-long periods when things come up after I needed them, which is frustrating. I guess I sound paranoid, but please comment if you can relate to this in any way or know a book on a similar subject I need to read.

P.S. Marcel Proust was another reminder. You mentioned him in your message. I was reading Arc de Triomphe in the morning and Ravic was talking of Proust.. And in Little Miss Sunshine Frank was a Proust scholar.
Something tells I’m going to be reading Proust next.