A response to my metrics over on livejournal got me thinking.
The comment alluded to the famous “horse-head-in-the-bed” Godfather scene, but didn’t menton names. It occurred to me then, not only do I know the owner of the bed’s name–Jack Woltz–I know the horse’s name. It was Khartoum.
Just like I know Ashley Wilkes’ real first name was George. Just like I know Doc Brown’s time machine needed 1.21 gigowatts of energy for the flux capacitor to work.
I also know the name of Nick and Nora Charles’ dog (Asta–perennial crossword puzzle favorite). I know Captain Queeg’s full name was Philip Francis Queeg. I know the Millenium Falcon made the kessel run in less than 12 parsecs. I know the man who shot President Garfield was named Charles Guitaeu, and that he said in court, “Your Honor, I confess to the shooting of the President but not the killing.” Typhoid Mary’s last name was Mallon. The Beatle’s first drummer was Stu Sutcliffe. Amylase is a digestive enzyme in saliva. There are almost 300 different germs which cause the “common cold”, which is why there’s no cure for it–it’s not one cold, it’s hundreds with the same symptoms.
And I’m boring you with all of this because I find it interesting, how we remember things. Test me on some of the stuff I learned in high school and I have no idea, but I can tell you that defenestration means falling out of a window or triskadekaphobia is fear of the number 13 without batting an eyelash.
Why do we hold on to some bits of knowledge and lose others? Not even always more interesting bits of information. But some things seem to stick in our heads, and stay there.
What bits are you holding on to?
New Words: 5,641
Total wordcount: 64,649
The Good: Oooh, men getting all protective and angry! New information makes pieces get closer to fitting together!
The Bad: We might have caught a bad guy! And we’re about to watch him get the living shit kicked out of himself.
The Gross: None at the moment.
The rampant drug use: Just regular addictions.
Location: Drug den, car, behind a messy desk, on a lawn
Downspeech: “Ain’t gonna see me, sweets. You just keep him by the building.”
I Hate My Work: This is going to be way too long, or way too short, you couldn’t pace a book properly to save your life, you talentless hack.