We’re having a very nice sunset. Yes, very nice. Ooh. I rush in and grab the camera, come back out again and see the memory card is missing. The pink is fading, hurry up! I run back and root around the living room, then the cupboard — here’s my Norwegian dictionary I lost ages ago — I check my computer, my wife’s laptop, my table, here it is, rush back out, sky’s still there…
A Bad Guide 
:-)
Suspense, thrill, incertitude – a sunset…
Only chez Crown.
Where no other bad guide has guided you before!
Thank you! We hope to become the world’s worst guide.
Yes cameras too do need to have a good memory nowadays — just like us.
I can’t remember how many passwords and PINs I currently need to memorize, but it must take a few megabytes in my brains. Yesterday I had to give someone a password I use every day at work and quite surprisingly when I had to write it down I couldn’t remember exactly what it was. I was even afraid that I wouldn’t be able to get it back at all.
If you hide the lower part of your photograph, you could very well imagine it was taken in a tropical country. Try photoshopping it by adding a few coconut tress and 3 or 4 bats in the sky.
We’ve got our own bats, although I haven’t seen one for several years now I come to think of it. Where have they gone?
quite surprisingly when I had to write it down I couldn’t remember exactly what it was. I was even afraid that I wouldn’t be able to get it back at all.
This becomes less surprising the older you get. I live in perpetual fear of not being able to remember pincodes inflicted on me by the bank. There was one that I thought I could remember if I took the number of people on a cricket pitch (including umpires) and added the result to something else: the legs of a dozen milking stools piled on the gate-legged table we used to have in the hall, say. It nearly worked. I think it’s the right approach: your brain has a distinctive structure to remember and so it doesn’t just slither through the cracks, like “2541” would.
I find that I remember passwords and PIN numbers by touch: my hands remember the sequence of motions on the keyboard even if I don’t quite remember the password exactly. But I try not to multiply the passwords (I don’t think I am in a situation that would attract a lot of password-stealers, and people would have to know an awful lot about me to guess them).
That’s interesting, m-l. It’s something I’d never considered.
In Norway, you can’t choose your own bank pincodes, random numbers are assigned to you and you have to figure out how to remember them — hence my cricket pitch memory-aid.
“In Norway, you can’t choose your own bank pincodes”: what an appalling idea. We can change our numbers, so I always change mine to something for which I cannot now offer you an explanation because you never know who might be reading this blog.
Only me.
I had the same reaction as dearieme. And here I thought Norway was a civilized country!
They don’t trust one here, and perhaps they’re right not to.
I can change mine, but don’t generalize from that. It’s probably because they trust me but nobody else. And, technically, I don’t know if all banks are the same either.