don't mess with mister in-between

I was thinking yesterday about all the things that go on in our lives, too many and varied to record.

That led me to think about Dr. Wilder Penfield, the famous Canadian neurosurgeon. A Heritage Moment on Canadian television brought  his work on cerebral stimulation and discovery to the general public, you know, when the woman gets her brain pin-pricked (or something) and she says she can smell burnt toast.  It's a dazzling story of total recall with the right stimulus but it's only occasionally true - in about 5% of cases.  Still it's nice to think about, that all the time we put in is recorded somewhere - in our cerebral cortex or somewhere - and not lost, possibly recoverable.  If you gave an event brain-time once, that is if it registered once, then it lies in wait for  you at some future date.  How much do you want to remember?  

And then there's the theory of  memory recovery through sensual stimulation, particularly through the olfactory sense.  Apparently, a smell (aroma? fragrance?) can conjure up  another time in one's life, more accurately and rapidly than any other stimulus. I used to keep an old lipstick because a sniff of it recalled one entire springtime of my life.  

Well, it's interesting to note what triggers memory. One object, recalled in detail, can lead you on a path to the past, often with unexpected results, that is, more memories than you care to examine, or related events with causes you hadn't connected before, not always welcome.  

Pick a year, any year, and try to remember what happened and what you learned.  Give yourself a couple of chronological hints: the year you turned 33, for example, or 53 or 63, if applicable, and note what happened.  Did you learn anything worth while, not earth-shattering, but useful?  

Food for thought. 

see what I mean?

Tomorrow came and went and here it is another day and a day later. So many things flit by in a day, and more than a few are worth speculating about.  If one were to write down all the thoughts and experiences in a day it would take the entire day, with, of course, fewer thoughts to record, because one would be so busy recording there wouldn't be enough time for all of them . So then maybe there would be time but then that time would be filled.  (I'm doing this deliberately .)  If one were a dedicated recorder of one's own life or of someone else's life then there would be no time to live the life.  Would there?  And then, if one could manage to catch it all, what would become of the software, the material evidence of a life lived?  The potential reader would have to spend his/her entire life absorbing the contents of the life thus lived and recorded and then his/her own life would be subsumed.  Would it be faster if one simply used a camcorder - no, an iPhone, I guess - to record every waking (what about sleeping?) moment of the subject's life? Who would watch the finished product?  How would it finish?  

I'll think about it tomorrow.