Memories.
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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?
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay... AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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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?
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay... AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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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.
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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?
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay... AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
