#1 The most mundane humdrum melody will play in your head for hours, days even, and yet the impertinent information, the devices that carry substance or have the slightest significance when it comes to daily existence, is gone within seconds? Your memory keeper becomes a record player set on repeat. A world class musician when it needs to be an archaeologist. It produces rather than retains. Your noggin is spellbind and the Master of Wisdom, the Cognitive Neuroscientist you’ve spent so long developing, has the door to the almighty temporal lobe slammed in its face. You may be able to jam out to the tunes of Dwight Yoakam’s, “Guitars, Cadillacs, Hillbilly Music” while supposedly listening to how a draft should be drawn up, and actually be a really phenomenal lyrist without anyone ever truly knowing your talent. But once again, everything you should be hearing, you should be performing, and the questions you should be able to answer, are just plain screwed. Thanks, Dwight.
Examples:
- Was that light I just passed through green or red? (i.e., the reason my mother refused to teach me how to drive)
- Did I turn the flat iron off before leaving this morning? (i.e., the reason I have gone back into my apartment not once, but twice to keep from setting my place on fire)
- Oh, my vehicle license plate? Umm, I think it’s….. Can’t you just walk with me to my car?
- Did I pay my AT&T bill this month? Not the one that rings, but the one that has channels. You
know that technology driven one.
know that technology driven one.
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