On the tip of my tongue

I was out celebrating a friend’s birthday tonight. Neither of us are exactly old, but we were both bemoaning the aging process. Hangovers take longer to recover from, bodies don’t bounce back quite the way they used to and memory gets just a little more flaky. I’m only in my late 30’s, and already significant chunks of my conversation seem to consist of “You know, they guy on that show, with the restaurant, what’s it called? The one in New York. You know the guy. He was in that other thing, with the woman.” If it wasn’t for smart phones and web search we might never get a proper noun into the conversation.

If I’m going to struggle with something just on the tip of my tongue, I’d rather it was a little more exciting than media trivia. This gentleman seems to have a much better alternative.

On the tip of his tongueI found this on the Lash Kisser tumblr site.

Author: paltego

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5 thoughts on “On the tip of my tongue”

  1. Hi paltego,

    You know, your smart phone comment got me to thinking… Maybe it’s a “use it or lose it” kind of thing. Many years ago (I don’t want to say), when I lived in Afghanistan (true), I noticed that almost everyone could draw reasonably well. It dawned on me that in a society that was 98% illiterate that drawing was a more essential skill than it is for people that take reading and writing for granted.

    Maybe our memories are going precisely because we are awash in easy access information. You just don’t need to remember who that actor was who played Wyatt Earp in Tombstone. Where’s my iPhone?

    And, by the way, that pussy looks so sweet.

    Best,

    scott
    Mrs. Kelly’s Playhouse

    1. Hey scott,

      There’s definitely an element of that with modern technology. I find my spelling is deteriorating since every text editor in the world now has autocorrect built in. There’s just less need to think about it.

      With the ‘on the tip of my tongue’ type stuff, I do try and leave the phone off, at least until the end of the evening. There’s something quite satisfying about groping around for a name and eventually figuring it out. Particularly when everyone else has moved the conversation onto other things already. But I suspect in daily life, when I’m trying to actually get stuff done, the memory muscles do get far less of a work out than they used to.

      Glad you like the sweetness!

      -paltego

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