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is not like other people
actually this is one piece i've never learnedI'm certainly not calling you a liar but I do have to note that any time you molest a keyboard you always play chopsticks
actually this is one piece i've never learnedI'm certainly not calling you a liar but I do have to note that any time you molest a keyboard you always play chopsticks
i learnt chopsticks as a little one but can't play any instrument and havent played chopsticks since i was a kid.chopsticks
not a chance muscle memories extinctedi learnt chopsticks as a little one but can't play any instrument and havent played chopsticks since i was a kid.
i wonder if i yt it, whether it will come back - there is a keyboard right here... will report back shortly 🤖
Dont think I had read this before or i'd have remembered the dollar bill thing, obvs visual memories work for me![]()
Your brain does not process information and it is not a computer | Aeon Essays
Your brain does not process information, retrieve knowledge or store memories. In short: your brain is not a computeraeon.co
How many poems can you recite? Can you recite anything from memory?
1> immediate sensory pleasureIn general my memory is terrible and this causes me a lot of angst because I wonder why do I even bother reading books when I subsequently forget 99.999% of what I've read.
that's my contribution to the "let's all cheer up @Corpsey" wave that seems to be breaking over the board at the moment.1> immediate sensory pleasure
2> you will consciously remember your favourite bits
3> you will subconsciously remember the rest
4> finding out if it's worth rereading
5> you'd be bored otherwise
Didn't do too badly here, corrections/insertions in big bold capitalised red letters, in case that's too subtle."When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate
Wishing ME LIKE TO one more rich in hope
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possessed
Desiring this mans art and that man's scope
With what I MOST ENJOY contended least
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising
Hap'ly I think on thee and then my state
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate
For thy sweet love remembered such WEALTH brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings"