There are certain things I just cannot for the life of me remember without a little help.
For example, I live on the (Never Eat Soggy Weet-Bix) east coast of Australia. I come to that conclusion by aligning the N’s (North and Never) up top and working my way around clockwise. I can remember North and South easily enough but East and West is another story completely. My mind just doesn’t want to store that information.
Incidentally, ‘Never eat soggy Weet-Bix’ is some good advice because soggy Weet-Bix are awful. The trick is to put them in milk one at a time and eat them quickly.
The second, and probably the most commonly used one is for remembering the number of days in a specific month. It goes a little something like this:
Thirty days has September,
April, June and November
All the rest have thirty one
Except February which has 28 days clear,
And 29 days each leap year.
February is the only one I can remember without the poem. It’s my birthday month, but even if it wasn’t it’s the easiest one for obvious reasons.
I’ve noticed people also working out the days by aligning the knuckles of both their hands (less the thumbs) side by side. July and August are both 31-day months and coincide with knuckles, where the shorter months coincide with the lower part in between the knuckles.
The other one that I have no reason for knowing but can’t get out of my head is SOH CAH TOA. At this stage (13 years since school ended) my understanding of what it is used for is skewed, but I know what each of the letters represent and it’s all because of a story my maths teacher once told me about an Indian chief called Sohcatoa.
I know of people that use similar methods to help them remember how to do up a necktie, or which way to turn a tap to tighten it. And I now realise that both these examples feature a bit in American movies and television shows.
As far back as I can remember, the butterflies in my stomach would make themselves known to me without fail as the school holidays drew to a close. Even during my university years, they’d make a brief appearance at the beginning of each semester. As a kid, I would always associate Australia Day with the end of the summer holidays as the start of term was generally a few days after. A day of celebration before returning to 10 weeks of education. Read More…
I like my work and love the people I work with. And I don’t mind what I do, either. If I’d won yesterday’s Powerball though, I think my first instinct would be to disappear and go travelling indefinitely. I’d travel until I was homesick, then come home for a while to recharge the batteries before travelling some more.
I doubt I could carry on like that for the rest of my life, however. I suspect that sooner or later I’d need some grounding. I can’t imagine I would go back to doing the same job. I wouldn’t want to work full time, definitely not. So what would I do with my life?
I think it leads back to something I’ve mentioned earlier, which is a lack of passion within. Maybe it was never there, but I think (hope?) that it was, and is no longer as a result of a tragedy within my family which occurred several years ago. Something so huge it extinguished a flame that I’m still trying to reignite.
If money was no object, I would travel. But I feel like I might be trying to escape something which I will inevitably have to face in due time.
This is one of my favourite photos that I have taken.
It was taken during our 2010 Europe vacation, en route to the Jungfraujoch in the Bernese Alps, Switzerland. The trip consisted of three trains from Interlaken, making a number of stops which served as photo opportunities and toilet breaks. Whilst my partner was taking advantage of the latter I snapped this photo quickly, worried that it would likely be the only photo I was able to take. It wasn’t, but it remains one of my favourites.
A group of ladies on the train were each taking turns drinking from a bottle which was very obviously filled with some kind of spirit. They were listening to music and very excitable, or drunk. Later this day I would experience temperatures below anything I could have imagined.
My partner and I have discussed the fact that with the amount we have traveled we are likely in the background of hundreds of photos – hopefully looking halfway decent. This time, however it was a salesman making his way into my photo as I purchased two (note our use of hand symbols to get the number right) rice cakes during our day trip to Kyoto. Incidentally, they were delicious!
Not exactly what the Daily Post task was, but something nice to remember.
Mmmmm, delicious rice cakes.
I give all my devices stupid names. My Chromecast is called Game of Chromes, my old laptop was Tony Sony, and my Mac Mini is called MicMacMini. All my USBs have silly names given to them upon purchase. The only thing I don’t think I have named is my Chromebook and my new iMac, but the latter is yet to arrive, so I still have time.
We recently visited the Aztecs exhibition in Melbourne Museum. There were a few things that really drew my attention, such as the Aztecs’ treatment of animals. I’m struggling to find examples about it online, but according to the exhibition they’d invite fish into their nets to be eaten, and believed a man’s pet dog (specifically a Xolo dog, which has a striking resemblance to the Peruvian Hairless Dog) would guide him through the underworld after death. Read More…