Memory works in mysterious ways. My refuses to remember anything vaguely useful and but will store mindless information which ceased to be useful years ago (if it ever was) My brain for example tends to refuse to store names, dates and phone numbers. I struggle recalling the names of colleagues, I have no idea what my cousins' children are called and I have to think really hard to remember my parents' and siblings' birthdays. As for other people's birthdays if I have not written them down somewhere you might as well not expect a greeting. I still have to look up my mobile number, work number and home number. Although I can still dial by heart my dead grandparents' phone number I cannot do the same for the phone number of the set of grandparents who are still alive. Still when I took MFC to see Distant Voices, Still Lives at the British Film Institute* a week ago, I was not particularly surprised to find that I remembered most of the songs and could mouth the lyrics to more than anybody could expect from a film last seen in 1989. Since then one of the songs has been playing ear worm with me, particularly the following lines "brown skin girl stay home and mind baby, oh I killed nobody but my husband"; somebody please help remove it and replace it with something useful, like remembering where I put my car insurance papers so I can have my policy number ready when I call the insurer to tell them I have moved. *I strongly recommend the "pint of sausage rolls" by the way.
Defective brain
4.5.07 22:30
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geofftech / Website (5.5.07 03:16) Que? |
