Blind mnemonic

"Tenberken herself had impaired vision almost from birth but was able to make out faces and landscapes until she was twelve. As a child in Germany, she had a particular predilection for colors, and loved painting, and when she was no longer able to decipher shapes and forms she could still use colors to identify objects. Tenberken has, indeed, an intense synesthesia. "As far back as I can remember," she writes, "numbers and words have instantly triggered colors in me...The number 4, for example, [is] gold. Five is light green. Nine is vermillion....Days of the week as well as months have their collors, too. I have them arranged in geometrical formations, in circular sectors, a little like a pie. When I need to recall on which day a particualr event happened, the first thing that pops up on my inner screen is the day's color, then its position on the pie." Her synesthesia has persisted and been intensified, it seems, by her blindness.

Sacks, Oliver. "The Mind's Eye." Miller and Spellmeyer, 480-1.

My memory theater is a my highschool. I'ts mostly jsut the halls, common areas, gym, locker rooms. and office area. All the rooms i have dumped and replaced with other rooms. The newest room i'm going to put in is going to be my work place, Applebees. their is 47 tables in the restaurant and i already have them memorized which will make it extremely easy to put associate my memories with them. THe big bonus is i get to remember everything everytime i go to work. Studying at work. who'd of thunk it.

A Starting point.

*Sutter is ridiculous. In a good way. That was amazing what he did in class, rattling off passages from books like it was nothing.*

Something I've noticed throughout spring break is that it is very easy to memorize what happen. I journal about trips and all the people i meet and the crazy time everyone has. What i've noticed is that Yates, and Shaman Sexson keep saying that we need a starting point for our memory system. So when i went home i mapped out my house, ( i didn't take very long) and i used it as a starting point for all my other memories. Everytime i left my house, i took 'snapshots' of things i thought would help me remember what i thought needed to be written down. Basicly i would just look at the object and tell myself I'm remembering it and i would fall in line with the house, and everything that i memorized afterwords fell in line, like a conga line, trailing me as i go hoping onto the end of the story. With each image comes bursts of dialogue and actions and it really is quite exciting to think that i can remember things so vividly as i trace back through them.

The only problem is i lost thursday. Never went home Wedsnday night, so Thursday is completely gone. Can't even remember a thing i did. odd?