A poor man's memory

First of all, what gives? Nobody comments on my completely redesigned journal? It's been a week! I consciously spent quite a bit of time on it. That's saying a lot when it comes to this journal. Maybe I'll just not comment on your new hairstyle, or your new shirt, or that new set of gold teeth you've been saving up for. Then we'll see how things really are.


Begrudging aside, things have slowed down for the most part this week. Only had to babysit the nephews once, but it was out in public. Went surprisingly well. I finally got to employ my counter-surveillence techniques. I may be getting the hang of this, right in time for the need for my services to be about over for the season. However, those of you who fear I shall one day use this child-handling skills with my own propagations may sleep soundly knowing that there is no danger of that happening for the foreseeable future.

Finished "Neverwhere" last night this morning at around 6:30. Wonderful book, I recommend it highly. Definitely in my top six books. I imagine I'll be starting on either "Neuromancer" or "Dune" tonight, after having finished all nightly maintenance rituals. Still keeping the music flowing, as well. When I'm at home and have an ear to spare, I have the dynamic radio going. It's really amazingly good. Any conceivable mood I wish to match or facilitate musically, it's there. So much fun it should be illegal. Like perjury.



I have this strange thing. I know things sometimes, without knowing why. For example, I could look at a multiple choice question on a test, and without having solved the problem, sometimes I will know which answer is correct just at a glance, in an instant. Some people claim to have a "sixth sense." This is, of course, bullshit. What it is, and this is what I think I have, is subconscious coordination of your external senses and memory. It works on other things too, like sometimes thinking about a song, and having it play on the radio, or thinking about a quote from particular episode of Futurama without knowing, and that episode is the one that is played that night. Some people claim to be "psychic" and able to predict the future. That is, of course, also bullshit, and not at all what I think I have going on. It's merely the same subconscious coordination, working forward based on information I've collected without realizing it. I haven't memorized the radio station's rotation, but I subconsciously remember which song tends to follow this one, or plays at a certain time of day or time during the hour. Likewise, I haven't committed any episode guides to memory.

This skill is exactly what I do not require now to sense that something is going to happen soon. I don't wish to disclose any details for the sake of avoiding hubris, and also because I don't want to talk about it if it is what I think it may be. I feel something of rather grave consequence to be brewing. But more importantly, I feel the brewing will soon be done, and the tea shall be poured. It has the possibility to be good as well as bad, but I worry. Perhaps I'm letting the season change get to me. Perhaps not. All I know is that things cannot continue as they have for much longer without change. Let us hope we weather the change unharmed.