My uncle was struck by a car while crossing the street in 2001, which resulted in a traumatic brain injury that he never fully recovered from. When he awoke from his coma some weeks after the accident and began talking again, he brought up memories of events that had happened forty years before and that his parents could not even remember.

So it’s all there, filed away somewhere in the brain. I can imagine a day when science will be able to unlock those files.

As for the resume/CV and remembering things, it’s a good thing I apparently have resumes on my computer going back at least as far as 1999 or possibly even earlier. They’ve helped fill in the blanks on some work history I’d almost forgotten. However, I don’t really keep track of the awards much any more. Though I should. I am trying to move to another field, so the awards seem kind of meaningless.

It’s important, apparently, if you want to remember something, that you write it down. Otherwise it gets filed in obscurity in your mind. Kind of like when you thought you’d remember every teacher you ever had, and how everything was so important to you as a kid? I don’t remember even whole years distinctly. And that doesn’t bother me as much as it should.

I really like these brooding entries. I suppose time quickens with familiarity. Hard to distinguish with the same treadmill running the same program, week in and week out. But with the wall… you never know. There’s always the possibility of the tiger coming out, biting your ass, and making you scale that wall, for one reason or another. You never know what you’re capable of until something extraordinary happens…