I've got nothing to say, which is odd for me. I've been busy though, busier than I thought I would be after the show. The weather turned nice so we have some yard work and gardening to do. It's taking a while though because we've had guests and stuff on the weekends. But I am glad to report that the 3 holly trees that I can't stand are finally down! Now, we just have to clean up the debris.
I've also had to drive my kids around to their various activities. All the events at my children's elementary school seem to have been scheduled for the next 2 months. Plus, my daughter is "graduating" from 6th grade so she has twice as many functions. I don't get the graduation part though. When I went into middle school, all I did was change schools; there was no graduation ceremony, no going out to dinner, and definitely no presents. Sometimes I think we over-celebrate our kids' accomplishments. What's going to happen to them when they get a job and they don't get a gift for completing an entire week of work?!
Then there are my regular activities: running (I'm doing the 10 mile Broad Street run in a week) and singing (I changed teachers this year and really like my new one). Oh, and let's not forget the daily chores: food shopping, cleaning, cooking, laundry, beer drinking, watching bad television. So you can see I've got a lot to do. Unfortuneately, it's nothing to write home about. Or, even a blog post about.
But don't worry, I'll be back.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Memories by Rote
Before I begin, let me just say that No, I won't be ending this post with a video of Barbara Streisand (or anyone for that matter) singing "Memories" from Cats. I'm in theater. I know better.
I've been thinking about memory lately because I just finished Antonia Fraser's book Must You Go? about her life with Harold Pinter. It was only a few years ago that I discovered that the two of them were married. I find that odd because I love Antonia Fraser's biographies and Harold Pinter, well, he's Harold Pinter of the pauses. (Oh, and some great plays). The book intersperses her diary entries with her memories of that time. The book has made me want to keep a diary or journal of my everyday life. Not that I plan on publishing my memoirs anytime soon or in the future. Of course that hasn't stopped me from coming up with titles for them. It'll be interesting to look back and see what I remember or how I remember the events of my life.
I'm also thinking about memory because I just started reading Joshua Foer's book Moonwalking with Einstein which is about (as he puts it) the art and science of remembering everything. He's the brother of Jonathan Safran Foer who wrote Everything is Illuminated which was made into a movie with Ewan McGregeor (I think, I can't remember). Anyway, he begins by discussing the Memory Championships where contestants have to learn a long sequence of numbers in a short amount of time. My question is obvious: Do these contestants remember the sequence the day after the championship? I'll let you know.
I think this memorizing is quite different from memories. Memorizing facts or numbers or lines (in my business) is different than remembering an event. Or at least I think so. I've always been good at memorizing facts for a short period of time and then totally forgetting about them. The facts that stick with me are ones with a story associated with them. In Middle School, we had a test on states and their capitals. I couldn't remember the capital of Idaho so I cheated and looked on someone's paper. I'll never forget now that it's Boise.
What always impresses me are people who can recite full pages of dialogue from movies they have seen once or twice or remember that Elijah Wood was in Back to the Future II. And incidentally, Elijah Wood was actually in Everything Is Illuminated, not Ewan McGregor. I constantly mix up actors and facts and things. It doesn't prevent me from guessing wildly at Quizzo and convincing my teammates that I'm right.
So I guess I'd say that remembering facts is different from remember events that happen to us. Of course the facts of the events may be fuzzy to us but the feelings are still there, or have they changed as well? It's a funny thing, memory. I wish I had a point but I don't so I'll leave you with a quote from Harold Pinter:
The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.
I've been thinking about memory lately because I just finished Antonia Fraser's book Must You Go? about her life with Harold Pinter. It was only a few years ago that I discovered that the two of them were married. I find that odd because I love Antonia Fraser's biographies and Harold Pinter, well, he's Harold Pinter of the pauses. (Oh, and some great plays). The book intersperses her diary entries with her memories of that time. The book has made me want to keep a diary or journal of my everyday life. Not that I plan on publishing my memoirs anytime soon or in the future. Of course that hasn't stopped me from coming up with titles for them. It'll be interesting to look back and see what I remember or how I remember the events of my life.
I'm also thinking about memory because I just started reading Joshua Foer's book Moonwalking with Einstein which is about (as he puts it) the art and science of remembering everything. He's the brother of Jonathan Safran Foer who wrote Everything is Illuminated which was made into a movie with Ewan McGregeor (I think, I can't remember). Anyway, he begins by discussing the Memory Championships where contestants have to learn a long sequence of numbers in a short amount of time. My question is obvious: Do these contestants remember the sequence the day after the championship? I'll let you know.
I think this memorizing is quite different from memories. Memorizing facts or numbers or lines (in my business) is different than remembering an event. Or at least I think so. I've always been good at memorizing facts for a short period of time and then totally forgetting about them. The facts that stick with me are ones with a story associated with them. In Middle School, we had a test on states and their capitals. I couldn't remember the capital of Idaho so I cheated and looked on someone's paper. I'll never forget now that it's Boise.
What always impresses me are people who can recite full pages of dialogue from movies they have seen once or twice or remember that Elijah Wood was in Back to the Future II. And incidentally, Elijah Wood was actually in Everything Is Illuminated, not Ewan McGregor. I constantly mix up actors and facts and things. It doesn't prevent me from guessing wildly at Quizzo and convincing my teammates that I'm right.
So I guess I'd say that remembering facts is different from remember events that happen to us. Of course the facts of the events may be fuzzy to us but the feelings are still there, or have they changed as well? It's a funny thing, memory. I wish I had a point but I don't so I'll leave you with a quote from Harold Pinter:
The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.
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