Everybody has something

I'm not sure for whom I am writing this blog. Probably for me. I watched this interview with a guy, a journalist who had one year to learn all kinds of memory stuff so that he could participate in a competiton. The one most important thing he said was "Everybody has something they're extremely good at remembering" - and they should use it to remember other things.
I am awful at remembering. Names, faces, places... Marika once closed her eyes and asked me what eye colour she had. And I couldn't answer! (Now this wasn't just after we met either, it was sometime during the last year in school). On the other hand we read Kallocain (spelling probably messed up) in class one year. I hated the book and read it only once and very poorly. And then when another teacher (in another class) used that book and a special scene from it as an example I could remember it almost as clear as glass! I doubted myself (adding: I think, it was probably, wasn't there etc before my point), but I remembered it. He fumbled a bit along the details and I was like well this happened then this then this and then finally this.
I had my Harry Potter-freak-peak perhaps 7-9 years ago, but still when a friend talks about random small Harry Potter plot points I still remember them. They're not awfully clear and in context, but when she talks about them I recall. And that still from reading the books such a long time ago!
Back to the point. What if I could use that recollection of stories and somehow apply it to also remember names and faces? Wouldn't that be a grand thing?
I'm going too think a little about that. 

Stephen Lynch - Ugly Baby song

More hilarious than this it can't be...

Vardagsgnäll

Så då har man skickat iväg ännu ett CV. Lite trist börjar det att kännas, blir leds på att sitta och göra nästan ingenting. En till två timmar språkträning, en timme eller så till att kolla upp jobb + utbildningar och sedan sitter man där resten av dagen och funderar vad man ska hitta på. Det har hänt flera gånger att jag sover mitt på dagen bara för att jag har tråkigt (=fail). Har lyckats sysselsätta mig i nästan en vecka genom att hitta en ny bokserie (eller ny och ny, tror att den här är ganska gammal). Outlander av Diana Gabaldon heter den i alla fall. Grymt lååååånga böcker vilket är anledningen till att jag varit så upptagen fast jag bara läst tre av sju böcker. Men läsa 24/7 kan man inte göra hur länge som helst utan att bli otålig och nu sitter jag härigen och undrar vad jag ska hitta på.
Har designat två hyllor som pappa ska få snickra åt mig, städat lite i spelrummet, fixat och donat med sådana grejer bara för att komma runt litegrann. Kollat saker jag vill köpa (men inte kan) på internet bara för att hålla mig sysselsatt.
Det är nästan så man funderar på att söka sig till Norge.
Eller Irland?
Eller Dubai?
Eller Kina?

Har jag nämnt att jag är leds på min jobbcoach? Senast så skickade han mig den här länken vilket kan kännas både en aning dumt och onödigt då han vet att jag förmodligen kommer att läsa vidare som personalvetare?

Rudyard Kipling

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!