Getting motivated...
Mar. 11th, 2009 10:18 pmI took a close look at the "cheat sheet" memory aid that I created for Russian noun declensions, and I shudder. Although I was able to identify the use of, to me, one "strange" noun in a set of examples I found in a book (деревня, where функция would have worked much better), I proceeded to incorporate some "funnies" of my own, so basically, I need to rethink how I'm going to do this.
Yesterday's episode of The Mentalist, which is undoubtedly a repeat telecast of what has become a show that I will go out of my way to watch (but missed the first time it went by in the ether), made mention of mnemonics and memory palaces, and that's sort of motivated me to re-examine my failed - in the sense of me being lazy - attempts at utilizing both.
Galina and I went downtown today, which afforded me the opportunity of walking from the center of downtown - to wit, the intersection with the traffic light that was here when we moved here (when it was the one and only such light) - up to the Ace Hardware store that's toward the bottom end of what's locally called Putt Hill.
I finished the job from yesterday and got another one just like it, which I put off while I put out some local fires and a short translation for a Houston client.
So, I think it's about time to wind down and hit the hay. I'm sick of breathing whatever it is they put in paint these days, anyway.
Cheers...
Yesterday's episode of The Mentalist, which is undoubtedly a repeat telecast of what has become a show that I will go out of my way to watch (but missed the first time it went by in the ether), made mention of mnemonics and memory palaces, and that's sort of motivated me to re-examine my failed - in the sense of me being lazy - attempts at utilizing both.
Galina and I went downtown today, which afforded me the opportunity of walking from the center of downtown - to wit, the intersection with the traffic light that was here when we moved here (when it was the one and only such light) - up to the Ace Hardware store that's toward the bottom end of what's locally called Putt Hill.
I finished the job from yesterday and got another one just like it, which I put off while I put out some local fires and a short translation for a Houston client.
So, I think it's about time to wind down and hit the hay. I'm sick of breathing whatever it is they put in paint these days, anyway.
Cheers...