Unlocking the ol’ Memory Banks

Memory Walk, CC by Robert Hruzek

Memory Walk, CC by Robert Hruzek

Notes from my Brazil Travel Journal:

Having been privileged (or cursed, depending upon how you choose to look at it) enough to travel so much, flying domestically has become rather humdrum to me. Usually I simply pass the time with a good book.

For some reason, though, this time I struck up a conversation with the nice lady in the seat next to me. It turned out she was on her way to Madrid, Spain, to meet her husband, who is working somewhere in Africa.

Before too long, we found ourselves sharing stories about the different places we’d been, and it struck me anew how literally everyone has a story to tell, don’t they? The thing is, some folks have the remarkable ability to be able to recall ‘em at the drop of a hat. Others (like little ol’ me) need some kind of “tweak” to drag them out into the open.

As for me, it usually takes an image, a word, or even a factoid in someone else’s story to open up that dusty file cabinet in the ol’ memory banks and pop out a file folder I’d completely forgotten about.

Wouldn’t it be nice if our brains had a sort of Google application to find specific memories? Wow, how would that work, anyway? After all, with an entire lifetime of memories, it would take even the fastest computer chip to search that many bytes of information.

Anyway, in the meantime I’ll just have to rely on the only sure method – using one memory to find another. Alas.

What about you? Do you find it easy to recall stories from your own past? Or are you like me – you need a crowbar to pry ‘em out? What technique would you suggest to improve that ability? I’d love to know!

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Fairy Dust and Ships in the Night

It’s surprising what happens to the ol’ little gray cells when they’re completely exhausted! Over the last week or two I’ve been feverishly transcribing my Brazil trip travel notes and ran across this entry from our outgoing middle-of-the-night flight from Miami to Rio:

Saturday, November 7 – 1 am? 2 am? 3 am?

Leaning against the window, gazing sleeplessly out into the night, I contemplate the moonlit clouds below us as we fly south like a migrating bird. Tiny lights, random scatterings of glowing fairy dust, sprinkle the slumbering ground below, distinguishing hamlets and towns from silent countryside. Some of them are quite large, though of course everything is still small from this height.

I briefly wonder of the lives I’m passing over, likely never to meet or interact with. Still, the fact of their presence is enough to capture their existence here in these few words. What loves, what fears, what joys and passions are there, beneath the now slowly drawn lace curtain of cloud? Only they – and God – know. I resist the urge to wave as they slowly fade into the night behind our wings.

I read that later and wondered, did I dream it?

At this point in our trip I was pretty fogged out, vainly trying to get at least SOME sleep (we still had a long way to go, even after making Rio), though I generally cannot sleep on a plane. At least, not without a generous whack on the back of the head from a large blunt object.

Still, it sorta makes you wonder, doesn’t it? How many lives we pass, each and every day, never to meet; sorta like ships passing in the night. And yet, are those lives still inexplicably intertwined with yours? How can you tell? How would you ever know if, somehow, something you said or did affected a real live person “out there”, with whom you would otherwise have no contact, ever.

John Donne wrote, “No man is an island” quite some time ago, and yet too often I find myself living as though I was an island, y’know? It’s worth thinking about, don’cha think?

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On Being Thankful

Today in the United States we celebrate Thanksgiving. It reminds us of the early settler’s thanks to God for the new land He’d brought them to, and also for the help from their new friends, the natives who lived here.

I was recently perusing some of my archives, and ran across this post: Seven Things I Am Thankful For. Since everything I said then is still true (even the part about my job which, sadly, has since flown the coop, so to speak), I thought it would be simpler to just point you there.

Have a great Thanksgiving, y’all! And… someone pass me the pie.

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The Dangers of Sitting Still

Howdy y’all! Yep; I’m really back this time!

After bein’ out of the country for a couple of weeks in Brazil, then another week sorta recoverin’ from it (I don’t think I’ve ever labored so physically hard in all my life!), I’m feverishly working on writing up the things I’ve learned.

In fact, there’s so much material I’ve decided to publish a book about the adventure. I’ll do my best to share as much as I can here as I work to get my notes transcribed and edited. Fair warning, though: the stories I tell may, or may not, be in chronological order. But what the hey, right?

So bear with me a little longer, ‘K? In the meantime, I’ll start with this one:

An Ominous Sign

One day I was helping another fellow drill holes in some lumber (the wood we used was so hard you couldn’t just drive a nail in it; you had to drill a pilot hole first). We were kinda off to one side, away from where everyone else was working.

So there we were, merrily drilling away when suddenly the power went out. On the one hand, it was a mite irritating; there was a LOT to do, and we were on such a tight schedule we could scarcely afford the holdup. On the other hand, it was nice to take a break!

While we waited for our power to be restored, the other guy went over to get a drink (I’m tellin’ ya, Bubba – it was HOT!), but I decided to just pull up a cinder block and have a seat.

After a while, someone – I don’t remember who – called out, “Hey Bob, are you okay?”

I looked up, surprised at the question. “Sure,” I responded; “why do you ask?”

“Well, look up, why don’t you?” he replied, pointing upward.

So I did, only to discover about 15 or so vultures calmly circling above me. Well! I guess it’s probably not a good idea to, er, stop moving around here, y’know? Luckily, after about 20 minutes or so they apparently got tired of waiting for me to drop dead from exhaustion and moved on to search for easier prey.

Nevertheless, that’s a fairly good lesson for life, too, don’cha think? If you’re not continually moving, you might just be assumed to be dead!

But from then on, I did make a point to move and arm or a leg every now and then, just in case. No sense takin’ any chances.

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Stay Tuned, Y’all!

Howdy, y’all! Hey, I’m really back this time (and not just sleeping soundly – although that still sounds like a great idea).

Wow, what a trip; I don’t think I’ve worked that hard in all my born days! But it was definitely a rewarding and enjoyable experience, and I’ll be sharing some specific thoughts, musings, and photos with you in the weeks to come. First, of course, I have to transcribe and edit my journal notes from the trip (I took no computer with me on this trip). I’ll tell ya; this is probably the most I’ve hand-written anything since my college days!

One thing I noticed, though, about hand writing instead of using a keyboard: it’s far easier to use the “brain dump” method of writing. You know how it is, right? With a keyboard, the temptation to edit as you write can be overwhelming. Even if we know we’re supposed to “just write” first and edit later… it’s just so easy with a keyboard, y’know?

But I guess I’ve discovered (or re-discovered) that using pen and paper is a great way to get those first thoughts down without editing! I mean, who knew? I may actually try that method again for future posts. I think.

So bear with me folks; lots to come soon!

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I’m Back! Sortof…

In case you missed the news, I’ve been away for a while. (And please – don’t tell me you didn’t notice! I’d rather not know that little tidbit.)

However, as of last night (just about midnight, my time) our plane touched down. In one piece. Hopefully with me on it. (As you may have no doubt surmised, this is a pre-written post.)

Anyhoo, if you’re reading this (and you must be, or you wouldn’t, y’know, be here) I’m still sleepin’ like this kid, after our nearly 24-hour trip back from Brazil.

So please be patient, folks; there’s gonna be lots to tell (and photos to share) when I wake up!

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Archive Diving: 10 Favorites

Howdy y’all!

By the time you read this post, I’ll be flying to Brazil. And boy are my arms gonna be tired! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! (er, sorry.)

Don’t worry; I’ll be back! (In case you’re wondering where I went, see last Monday’s post.)

Anyway, since I’ll be away from the Internet for a while, may I recommend you check out a few of my older posts?

  1. I learned two very important lessons about life while climbing to the top of the mountain called The Tooth of Time.
  2. Have you ever had one of those days when you just wanted to blow up the planet and start over? Uh, me neither. But… if you have, then you need to read How to Destroy the Earth. Really.
  3. My first “What I Learned From…” story, To Follow the Herd… or Not is what inspired our monthly groupwrite projects here at the Middle Zone.
  4. Still one of my favorite tales, The Pain and the Prize tells about how I overcame a huge obstacle.
  5. Take ‘Em By Surprise is a great story about how to deliver not-so-good news to your boss. Or your boss’s boss.
  6. I once won a prize for being a total failure! It was an accident, really! But still, I had everyone wondering, How’d He Do That?
  7. The second favorite most memorable incident from our trip to Paris: A Full Moon Over the Seine River. (In case you’re wondering, here’s the MOST memorable: Ah, Paris in the Spring.)
  8. You can learn a lot of great things from blogging, can’t you? Some of ‘em invaluable; some… not so much. Here’s a list of the Top 5 Strangest Things I’ve Learned While Blogging.
  9. A long tunnel in the mountains of France taught me a thing or two about hope when we came through to The Other Side of Darkness.
  10. In The Long and the Short of It, a teeny tiny little bit of a dog teaches me a great lesson about perseverance.

(OK, so there’s 11 instead of 10. Think of it as a bonus, ‘K?)

Well, that should keep y’all busy until I get back! Y’all play nice, now!

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