Went into the cleaning-products section of Waitrose t’other day—came back with a bottle of Toilet Swan.
Archive for August, 2016
Another joke that was hilarious in the odd moments between sleep and wakefulness, yet which seems rather less so in the cold light of day: “I’m going to enter myself into the election under the name Snooze Button, to catch those voters who have only just got up.”.
Here’s an interesting phenomenon about memory. I sometimes remember things in an indirect way, that is, rather than remembering something directly, I remember how it deviates from the default. Two examples:
- On my father’s old car, I remembered how to open the window as “push the switch in the opposite way to what seems like the right direction.”
- On my computer, I remember how to find things about PhD vivas as “really these ought to be classified under research, but there’s already a directory called ‘external examining’ under teaching, so go in there and look for the directory called extExams and then the sub-directory called PhD“.
It makes me wonder what other things that I do have a similar convoluted story in my memory, but where the process just all happens pre-consciously.