Memories.
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I can't just be me ... but my memory is weird. Allow me to explain: yesterday I was out with the wife at a place called Dinefwr: it's an 800 acre Estate that is run by the UK National Trust as a "living museum", and they allow - nay, encourage - you to touch the exhibits. So you can feel the fabrics, try on the hats, sit on the furniture, feel the weight of a chain mail shirt. You can open drawers and check out the dovetails, play the piano, whatever - except for one are that is roped off as the Stuffed Ox Head in the Stockman's Office was preserved with Arsenic and they don't want dead visitors. But ... we went by coach as part of a group she's involved in, and I realised that we camped not far from it for a week back in the nineties. And I could remember the roads. Really clearly: "It dips here, then rises, at the peak it bends sharply to the left (watch out for a bump near the apex), then down to a fast left-right-left to the short straight before ... " I'm sure you know the type, particularly if you ride motorcycles. But it was about twenty years ago that I last rode there, so why would my memory recall it so clearly? I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates, faces and names, but it happily stores complete GPS info for a road I rode on maybe 7 or 14 times 20 years ago? Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
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Yes it happens sometimes. It is depending on how the deep the impression or feelings were and how many other impressions (or feelings or informations) of the same kind had overwritten it. I call it "information overflow" and it is like a limited cache where unimportant informations got deleted after some newer or hotter stuff. :~
Press F1 for help or google it. Greetings from Germany
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Yes it happens sometimes. It is depending on how the deep the impression or feelings were and how many other impressions (or feelings or informations) of the same kind had overwritten it. I call it "information overflow" and it is like a limited cache where unimportant informations got deleted after some newer or hotter stuff. :~
Press F1 for help or google it. Greetings from Germany
Are you sure you are not confusing this with the browser cache? :-)
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I can't just be me ... but my memory is weird. Allow me to explain: yesterday I was out with the wife at a place called Dinefwr: it's an 800 acre Estate that is run by the UK National Trust as a "living museum", and they allow - nay, encourage - you to touch the exhibits. So you can feel the fabrics, try on the hats, sit on the furniture, feel the weight of a chain mail shirt. You can open drawers and check out the dovetails, play the piano, whatever - except for one are that is roped off as the Stuffed Ox Head in the Stockman's Office was preserved with Arsenic and they don't want dead visitors. But ... we went by coach as part of a group she's involved in, and I realised that we camped not far from it for a week back in the nineties. And I could remember the roads. Really clearly: "It dips here, then rises, at the peak it bends sharply to the left (watch out for a bump near the apex), then down to a fast left-right-left to the short straight before ... " I'm sure you know the type, particularly if you ride motorcycles. But it was about twenty years ago that I last rode there, so why would my memory recall it so clearly? I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates, faces and names, but it happily stores complete GPS info for a road I rode on maybe 7 or 14 times 20 years ago? Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
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OriginalGriff wrote:
Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
[Movement and Learning](http://www.ascd.org/publications/books/104013/chapters/Movement-and-Learning.aspx) [Why Movement is Essential in Early Childhood - The Atlantic](https://www.theatlantic.com/education/archive/2016/05/why-young-kids-learn-through-movement/483408/)
OriginalGriff wrote:
I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates,
As an experiment, when trying to memorize something particularly abstract like a phone number, try doing some simple physical movement for a minute or so -- foot stomping, clapping to the pattern of the number, whatever, and see how that affects your ability to remember the number later.
OriginalGriff wrote:
faces and names
I find this harder -- my visual memory is weird. I can recognize a face, but I can't describe a face. For me, I realized it's a lack of deep observation -- hair color and style, eye color, the line of the cheek and jaw bones, etc. Same with names -- when I took a Dale Carnegie class on [How to Win Friends and Influence People](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How\_to\_Win\_Friends\_and\_Influence\_People) it really helped to associate the name with another mnemonic (where did the spelling of that word come from???) as well as a physical activity. Marc
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I can't just be me ... but my memory is weird. Allow me to explain: yesterday I was out with the wife at a place called Dinefwr: it's an 800 acre Estate that is run by the UK National Trust as a "living museum", and they allow - nay, encourage - you to touch the exhibits. So you can feel the fabrics, try on the hats, sit on the furniture, feel the weight of a chain mail shirt. You can open drawers and check out the dovetails, play the piano, whatever - except for one are that is roped off as the Stuffed Ox Head in the Stockman's Office was preserved with Arsenic and they don't want dead visitors. But ... we went by coach as part of a group she's involved in, and I realised that we camped not far from it for a week back in the nineties. And I could remember the roads. Really clearly: "It dips here, then rises, at the peak it bends sharply to the left (watch out for a bump near the apex), then down to a fast left-right-left to the short straight before ... " I'm sure you know the type, particularly if you ride motorcycles. But it was about twenty years ago that I last rode there, so why would my memory recall it so clearly? I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates, faces and names, but it happily stores complete GPS info for a road I rode on maybe 7 or 14 times 20 years ago? Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
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OriginalGriff wrote:
Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
[Movement and Learning](http://www.ascd.org/publications/books/104013/chapters/Movement-and-Learning.aspx) [Why Movement is Essential in Early Childhood - The Atlantic](https://www.theatlantic.com/education/archive/2016/05/why-young-kids-learn-through-movement/483408/)
OriginalGriff wrote:
I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates,
As an experiment, when trying to memorize something particularly abstract like a phone number, try doing some simple physical movement for a minute or so -- foot stomping, clapping to the pattern of the number, whatever, and see how that affects your ability to remember the number later.
OriginalGriff wrote:
faces and names
I find this harder -- my visual memory is weird. I can recognize a face, but I can't describe a face. For me, I realized it's a lack of deep observation -- hair color and style, eye color, the line of the cheek and jaw bones, etc. Same with names -- when I took a Dale Carnegie class on [How to Win Friends and Influence People](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How\_to\_Win\_Friends\_and\_Influence\_People) it really helped to associate the name with another mnemonic (where did the spelling of that word come from???) as well as a physical activity. Marc
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This is also sideways related to a thing called The Memory Palace or Method of loci - Wikipedia[^] . Isn't it interesting that you can remember how to walk through a house you lived in as a child and many buildings you may have visited even though it may have been 20 years ago since you were there. For some reason our minds do memorize spatially. The Memory Palace system uses this fact as a way to store things you want to remember. I've listened to hundreds of books as I commute. There are times when I turn a corner or come to a particular intersection and a part of a specific book I listened to 10 years ago come back to mind.
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Not sure - forgot to take my memory tablet this morning.
Regards, Rob Philpott.
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I can't just be me ... but my memory is weird. Allow me to explain: yesterday I was out with the wife at a place called Dinefwr: it's an 800 acre Estate that is run by the UK National Trust as a "living museum", and they allow - nay, encourage - you to touch the exhibits. So you can feel the fabrics, try on the hats, sit on the furniture, feel the weight of a chain mail shirt. You can open drawers and check out the dovetails, play the piano, whatever - except for one are that is roped off as the Stuffed Ox Head in the Stockman's Office was preserved with Arsenic and they don't want dead visitors. But ... we went by coach as part of a group she's involved in, and I realised that we camped not far from it for a week back in the nineties. And I could remember the roads. Really clearly: "It dips here, then rises, at the peak it bends sharply to the left (watch out for a bump near the apex), then down to a fast left-right-left to the short straight before ... " I'm sure you know the type, particularly if you ride motorcycles. But it was about twenty years ago that I last rode there, so why would my memory recall it so clearly? I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates, faces and names, but it happily stores complete GPS info for a road I rode on maybe 7 or 14 times 20 years ago? Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
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I think it's everyone. Human memory tends to work in conjunction with emotion. As to say, the things we are most emotional about tend to burn in our memories. It's typically why most women remember tiny details about the relationship that guys forget... because they are more emotional about it. There's too much information these days, so I think as a whole we've learned to ignore crap that's not necessary. But if you think about the stuff you recall the most in the past, $20 says there's some emotional attachment to it. I'm guessing this emotion was joy... the brain remembers man. I think emotions are our way of accessing it.
Jeremy Falcon
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OriginalGriff wrote:
Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
[Movement and Learning](http://www.ascd.org/publications/books/104013/chapters/Movement-and-Learning.aspx) [Why Movement is Essential in Early Childhood - The Atlantic](https://www.theatlantic.com/education/archive/2016/05/why-young-kids-learn-through-movement/483408/)
OriginalGriff wrote:
I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates,
As an experiment, when trying to memorize something particularly abstract like a phone number, try doing some simple physical movement for a minute or so -- foot stomping, clapping to the pattern of the number, whatever, and see how that affects your ability to remember the number later.
OriginalGriff wrote:
faces and names
I find this harder -- my visual memory is weird. I can recognize a face, but I can't describe a face. For me, I realized it's a lack of deep observation -- hair color and style, eye color, the line of the cheek and jaw bones, etc. Same with names -- when I took a Dale Carnegie class on [How to Win Friends and Influence People](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How\_to\_Win\_Friends\_and\_Influence\_People) it really helped to associate the name with another mnemonic (where did the spelling of that word come from???) as well as a physical activity. Marc
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I read about the movement thing too, and I totally 110% agree. We need to remember that as adults too though, lest we get too sedentary.
Jeremy Falcon
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I read about the movement thing too, and I totally 110% agree. We need to remember that as adults too though, lest we get too sedentary.
Jeremy Falcon
Jeremy Falcon wrote:
We need to remember that as adults too though, lest we get too sedentary
Indeed. Yet another reason why I run/bike/lift. I've watched too many family members suffer through "golden years" made miserable by arthritis and constraints from heart disease and diabetes. The rule is simple: the more you move, the more you will be able to move, and the longer you will continue moving.
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Jeremy Falcon wrote:
We need to remember that as adults too though, lest we get too sedentary
Indeed. Yet another reason why I run/bike/lift. I've watched too many family members suffer through "golden years" made miserable by arthritis and constraints from heart disease and diabetes. The rule is simple: the more you move, the more you will be able to move, and the longer you will continue moving.
Software Zen:
delete this;:thumbsup:
Jeremy Falcon
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I can't just be me ... but my memory is weird. Allow me to explain: yesterday I was out with the wife at a place called Dinefwr: it's an 800 acre Estate that is run by the UK National Trust as a "living museum", and they allow - nay, encourage - you to touch the exhibits. So you can feel the fabrics, try on the hats, sit on the furniture, feel the weight of a chain mail shirt. You can open drawers and check out the dovetails, play the piano, whatever - except for one are that is roped off as the Stuffed Ox Head in the Stockman's Office was preserved with Arsenic and they don't want dead visitors. But ... we went by coach as part of a group she's involved in, and I realised that we camped not far from it for a week back in the nineties. And I could remember the roads. Really clearly: "It dips here, then rises, at the peak it bends sharply to the left (watch out for a bump near the apex), then down to a fast left-right-left to the short straight before ... " I'm sure you know the type, particularly if you ride motorcycles. But it was about twenty years ago that I last rode there, so why would my memory recall it so clearly? I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates, faces and names, but it happily stores complete GPS info for a road I rode on maybe 7 or 14 times 20 years ago? Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
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Sidetracking:
OriginalGriff wrote:
feel the weight of a chain mail shirt.
I've tried one of those, and was really surprised how lightweight it feels once you have it properly on. It is so flexible that it distributes its weight more or less evenly over your entire shoulders, without pressing noticably anywhere. On the main track: Like others say: It happens all the time. What bothers me is that sometimes I recall some very specific smell, taste, color... from my childhood (in memory only, not because I encounter it again in real life), but cannot remember what had that smell, taste or color! There is no way to ask anyone else for help: If I could say "You know, like the smell of ", I would have had the answer. Some times, my head is buzzing with that taste / smell / color for hours, or even days, before it finally gives up (there is no way to forrcably stop it), or maybe conclude that "It probably was the taste of so-and-so". I sometimes find it very tiresome when my head is busy searching memory for hours.
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V. wrote:
micro-wormhole opened tapeworm in your brain
FTFY. Don't come with science fiction when there is a very natural explanation. :-)
My memory is also going. I had to look up FTFY.
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My memory is also going. I had to look up FTFY.
SNAFU :-)
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I can't just be me ... but my memory is weird. Allow me to explain: yesterday I was out with the wife at a place called Dinefwr: it's an 800 acre Estate that is run by the UK National Trust as a "living museum", and they allow - nay, encourage - you to touch the exhibits. So you can feel the fabrics, try on the hats, sit on the furniture, feel the weight of a chain mail shirt. You can open drawers and check out the dovetails, play the piano, whatever - except for one are that is roped off as the Stuffed Ox Head in the Stockman's Office was preserved with Arsenic and they don't want dead visitors. But ... we went by coach as part of a group she's involved in, and I realised that we camped not far from it for a week back in the nineties. And I could remember the roads. Really clearly: "It dips here, then rises, at the peak it bends sharply to the left (watch out for a bump near the apex), then down to a fast left-right-left to the short straight before ... " I'm sure you know the type, particularly if you ride motorcycles. But it was about twenty years ago that I last rode there, so why would my memory recall it so clearly? I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates, faces and names, but it happily stores complete GPS info for a road I rode on maybe 7 or 14 times 20 years ago? Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
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Griff, I can get back to any place. I mean Any Place I have ever been completely from memory. I can right now tell you how to get to a secluded forest area in Northern California I have only been too once. But yes I cannot remember names at all. Drives the misses nuts. but I find it fine.
To err is human to really mess up you need a computer
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My memory is also going. I had to look up FTFY.
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I can't just be me ... but my memory is weird. Allow me to explain: yesterday I was out with the wife at a place called Dinefwr: it's an 800 acre Estate that is run by the UK National Trust as a "living museum", and they allow - nay, encourage - you to touch the exhibits. So you can feel the fabrics, try on the hats, sit on the furniture, feel the weight of a chain mail shirt. You can open drawers and check out the dovetails, play the piano, whatever - except for one are that is roped off as the Stuffed Ox Head in the Stockman's Office was preserved with Arsenic and they don't want dead visitors. But ... we went by coach as part of a group she's involved in, and I realised that we camped not far from it for a week back in the nineties. And I could remember the roads. Really clearly: "It dips here, then rises, at the peak it bends sharply to the left (watch out for a bump near the apex), then down to a fast left-right-left to the short straight before ... " I'm sure you know the type, particularly if you ride motorcycles. But it was about twenty years ago that I last rode there, so why would my memory recall it so clearly? I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates, faces and names, but it happily stores complete GPS info for a road I rode on maybe 7 or 14 times 20 years ago? Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
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I was thinking about a similar issue some days ago. I find it surprising the fact that I remember many of my dreams. Not specially shocking nightmares, or dreams with high emotional content… For instance, I was taking a shower some days ago when a dream came to my mind in which I was alone waiting for the bus and nothing happend, just some seconds waiting for a bus. I had this dream maybe a decade ago or more. Then I tried to make a list of dreams I could remember, and many of them were as irrelevant than that. I think once I read or heard somewhere that the brain considers the dreams equivalent to reality when trying to learn or get experience, a kind of sandbox. But I find it surprising that the brain stores such insignificant memories that are not even real.
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CodeWraith wrote:
It stores a description which can later be used to reconstruct the original information
reference required for that.
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity RAH
Happens to me seeing movies last seen as child. Pictures, stories are quite different from my memory, some not even recognizable now, because that was I "seen" as child not what I "see" now as adult.
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I can't just be me ... but my memory is weird. Allow me to explain: yesterday I was out with the wife at a place called Dinefwr: it's an 800 acre Estate that is run by the UK National Trust as a "living museum", and they allow - nay, encourage - you to touch the exhibits. So you can feel the fabrics, try on the hats, sit on the furniture, feel the weight of a chain mail shirt. You can open drawers and check out the dovetails, play the piano, whatever - except for one are that is roped off as the Stuffed Ox Head in the Stockman's Office was preserved with Arsenic and they don't want dead visitors. But ... we went by coach as part of a group she's involved in, and I realised that we camped not far from it for a week back in the nineties. And I could remember the roads. Really clearly: "It dips here, then rises, at the peak it bends sharply to the left (watch out for a bump near the apex), then down to a fast left-right-left to the short straight before ... " I'm sure you know the type, particularly if you ride motorcycles. But it was about twenty years ago that I last rode there, so why would my memory recall it so clearly? I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates, faces and names, but it happily stores complete GPS info for a road I rode on maybe 7 or 14 times 20 years ago? Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
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I can't just be me ... but my memory is weird. Allow me to explain: yesterday I was out with the wife at a place called Dinefwr: it's an 800 acre Estate that is run by the UK National Trust as a "living museum", and they allow - nay, encourage - you to touch the exhibits. So you can feel the fabrics, try on the hats, sit on the furniture, feel the weight of a chain mail shirt. You can open drawers and check out the dovetails, play the piano, whatever - except for one are that is roped off as the Stuffed Ox Head in the Stockman's Office was preserved with Arsenic and they don't want dead visitors. But ... we went by coach as part of a group she's involved in, and I realised that we camped not far from it for a week back in the nineties. And I could remember the roads. Really clearly: "It dips here, then rises, at the peak it bends sharply to the left (watch out for a bump near the apex), then down to a fast left-right-left to the short straight before ... " I'm sure you know the type, particularly if you ride motorcycles. But it was about twenty years ago that I last rode there, so why would my memory recall it so clearly? I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates, faces and names, but it happily stores complete GPS info for a road I rode on maybe 7 or 14 times 20 years ago? Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
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I can't just be me ... but my memory is weird. Allow me to explain: yesterday I was out with the wife at a place called Dinefwr: it's an 800 acre Estate that is run by the UK National Trust as a "living museum", and they allow - nay, encourage - you to touch the exhibits. So you can feel the fabrics, try on the hats, sit on the furniture, feel the weight of a chain mail shirt. You can open drawers and check out the dovetails, play the piano, whatever - except for one are that is roped off as the Stuffed Ox Head in the Stockman's Office was preserved with Arsenic and they don't want dead visitors. But ... we went by coach as part of a group she's involved in, and I realised that we camped not far from it for a week back in the nineties. And I could remember the roads. Really clearly: "It dips here, then rises, at the peak it bends sharply to the left (watch out for a bump near the apex), then down to a fast left-right-left to the short straight before ... " I'm sure you know the type, particularly if you ride motorcycles. But it was about twenty years ago that I last rode there, so why would my memory recall it so clearly? I have difficulty getting it to remember phone numbers and dates, faces and names, but it happily stores complete GPS info for a road I rode on maybe 7 or 14 times 20 years ago? Does this happen to anyone else, or is it just me?
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Nature programmed our brain to remember vagueness (neurons structure). For example you would remember many years from now that you posted this message about memories, but you can't recall what you are actually saying in it. The same as you would remember the vagueness of the winding road, but can't recall specific numbers or faces. Same stuff as our infra-vision.
