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Memory palace update

Michelle March 18, 2021

I can still itemise the list from Walking with Einstein’s memory tutor’s “to do” list.

Tried walking through my memory palace, blowing up each item. Didn’t work; now I still have the item’s with a “blown-up version” attached to each one of them. The items are, and remain:

  1. Jar of pickled garlic (blown up version has glass everywhere)

  2. cottage cheese (splattered up the garden fence)

  3. peat smoked salmon (carnage)

  4. six bottles of white wine (wet glass shards)

  5. three pairs of socks (soggy and crispy)

  6. three hula hoops (fine, just a bit charred)

  7. a snorkel (melted)

  8. dry ice machine (blown to bits)

  9. phone Sophia (unaffected)

  10. a skin coloured cat skin suit (cinders)

  11. find the movie “Someone up there likes me” starring Paul Newman (melted)

  12. venison flavoured sausages (cooked)

  13. a directors chair and megaphone (burned)

  14. a barometer (splintered)

A couple were hard to remember such as the dry ice machine and the movie, so maybe it is fading; finally.

Meantime, can’t remember where I put my wallet.

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

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Michelle March 5, 2021
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Moonwalking with dynamite

Michelle March 4, 2021

In hindsight, blogging during 2020 might have yielded regular content, some of which might have even been worth reading. Anger used to fuel my writing from years (and years and years ago) Since I lost my mind I also lost my anger, along with my memory. It’s very hard to be stay mad when you can’t remember the problem.

I logged on to talk about #lockdown but bam: talking about memory again.

Last night I finished Joshua Foer’s book Moonwalking with Einstein which a) I enjoyed and b) actually finished.

Joshua talks about his foray into the world of memory championships or.. to be more exact.. spending a year training for the American one. He talks to lots of people about memory. About having one; not having one; having a really really good one; how to get much, much better with the one you have. 

One of his first lessons was the use of a “memory palace”. If you’ve ever watched Benedict Cumberbatch’s Sherlock, you’re bound to know he uses one to great effect. As I was reading Ed explaining and training Joshua with a “to do list” to remember as he built his memory palace, I followed along and dang if it didn’t work! I hope that sounds positive because.. for me.. it did work. 

Ed urged Josh to remember each object in an exceptional way like the jar of pickled garlic as a massive jar in the car port, something so amusing and detailed and strange that you just can’t forget it; maybe like Einstein moonwalking. After committing the same list to my memory palace, each item with a distinctive, creative, detailed image associated with it I put my book away and fell asleep. Upon waking I found the list was still available to me in the order and where I had place it.

That was half-a-book and two weeks ago, and here I am able to recall the list still. For a woman who had to get the NZ mobile phone provider to give me the same number I had while I lived in Australia because it had taken me THREE YEARS to learn, I am flummoxed at how I can still remember the fourteen weird items on Ed’s to do list. 

The thing is; I can’t seem to forget it.

I don’t know how to clear out my memory palace. The giant jar of pickled garlic is still in the ‘car port with the peat-smoked salmon swimming around in a cottage-cheese garden. I don’t feel like anything else can fit because these gigantic ridiculous items are tripping me up when I walk about my memory palace!

Mention is made in the book that the memory competitors “clean out” their memory palaces, opening up all the ‘windows’ and letting the sunlight shine in, getting ready for a competition. But they didn’t explain how to do that.

A quick Google suggests that clearing out a memory palace is as personal as populating it. Seems that visualising the palace as very empty and lonely helps, as does going to each place in the palace a memory has been placed and destroying it - dynamite seems to most popular weapon of choice.

That’s gonna make a mess of the cottage cheese and salmon!

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