I am currently reading Joshua Foer’s Moonwalking with Einstein. Which is, textual evidence to the contrary, about memory and memory palaces and the history of memory.
He has provided a phrase I find particularly memorable. On the day of his bar mitzvah, he was a ‘parrot in a yarmulke’ which essentially means that I will not ever be able to think about a bar mitzvah ever again without this mental image.
I was writing cheques for church this morning over at Sue’s place (she also joined me for breakfast) and her cat punched a hole in a letter I have to send. Most entertaining.
