Done for the day...
Dec. 15th, 2007 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpWell, 5,000 words ought to about do it for the day, leaving me with something like 4,000 words to write tomorrow (though if my spreadsheet is to be believed, it should be a skosh less). It is time to put plasma physics out of my mind for the rest of the day.
Despite my interest in memory and memorization, I am terrible with names. The other day, I was trying to recall the last name of someone I worked with at JSC, whose husband also worked at JSC (and at a fairly high level, too) and though I could remember their first names... their family name eluded me. Even my old, tried-and-true tactic of mentally "relaxing" and letting my subconscious work on the problem for a few minutes or hours didn't work.
Today, in going through a box of photos, I ran across a shot taken of me and my colleague, taken at the Cosmonaut Training Center at Korolev, north of Moscow, and I guess the clear visual must've swept away the cobwebs, because I looked at the photo and - still not remembering the last name of the person in the photo with me - I said her first name with a rising inflection, paused for a beat, whereupon her last name popped out of my mouth like an exploding New Year's noisemaker.
In other news, the snow outside got wet enough yesterday and it got cold enough last night (and stayed that way) to freeze the top surface - or maybe the entire thickness - into a layer of ice that will support my weight in most places. Neither I nor (thank goodness) Shiloh can get much purchase on the stuff.
It's dinner time (at least for Shiloh).
Cheers...
Despite my interest in memory and memorization, I am terrible with names. The other day, I was trying to recall the last name of someone I worked with at JSC, whose husband also worked at JSC (and at a fairly high level, too) and though I could remember their first names... their family name eluded me. Even my old, tried-and-true tactic of mentally "relaxing" and letting my subconscious work on the problem for a few minutes or hours didn't work.
Today, in going through a box of photos, I ran across a shot taken of me and my colleague, taken at the Cosmonaut Training Center at Korolev, north of Moscow, and I guess the clear visual must've swept away the cobwebs, because I looked at the photo and - still not remembering the last name of the person in the photo with me - I said her first name with a rising inflection, paused for a beat, whereupon her last name popped out of my mouth like an exploding New Year's noisemaker.
In other news, the snow outside got wet enough yesterday and it got cold enough last night (and stayed that way) to freeze the top surface - or maybe the entire thickness - into a layer of ice that will support my weight in most places. Neither I nor (thank goodness) Shiloh can get much purchase on the stuff.
It's dinner time (at least for Shiloh).
Cheers...
