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bad with names

Cami Kaos

02 Apr 2009 — 2 min read

Every one has their flaws, I have many. One of them is that I'm bad with names. I can meet you 6 times and forget your name, and then the grace period where I should know your name has passed and I'm too shy to ask who you are...

Also, I'm not always good at putting faces I know with names I know. It's happened more than once that someone I SHOULD know who they are has stopped to talk to me and I've looked into their eyes, examined their face, told myself that, yes yes that person looks familiar, but I still have to say "And you are?"

I'm going to cut myself some slack because those are usually people I know from these grand internets or from some tech article I read or from some one's flickr stream. I bonk myself on the head and laugh about it apologetically, but I can pretty much guarantee it will happen again and again. Maybe I need a handler?

This doesn't just apply to people though. My mind also goes blank when it comes to movies, art pieces and music.

This morning I was reading tweets when one caught my eye. WyattWerner tweeted "kicking off the day with Watermelon in Easter Hay."

What an odd way to start the day, I thought. And then it rolled around in my mind a bit. Something about it sounded strangely familiar. Oddly relevant. It seemed like something that I should know... or something that I should find out about. So I asked "@WyattWerner am I supposed to understand what watermelon in Easter hay is? Is that code for something?"

It turns out it was something I should know. Something that was relevant. It's a song at the end of Frank Zappa's Joe's Garage album. Not just any song though, a beautiful haunting instrumental that Mike included (an edited version) in the play list at our wedding. I remember listening to it as I leaned against him. I remember smiling at him, handsome in his black suit and short spiky hair. I remember thinking it was a perfect moment.

I never knew the name of the song. Now it's something I won't be able to forget.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBQPkLuwy80&w=425&h=344]

And yeah... I totally turned a stream of tweets into a romantic memory and a blog post... yay me.

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