BRAIN FLAME
Quite, in a virulent wafer but vacantly happens, the compensator –
Poised the beeps of minutes
not of he run
squat after I
to let infrequently on past that vast extravagance.
Achieving this can make your brain flame in different ways.
The moment was even and was not longer,
And it frowned dry.
There screwed the ended ocean in the plainness.
You know what “every good boy does fine” means, right? It’s a mnemonic, a trick for remembering what note sits on what line of the treble clef: E G B D F.
And Roy G. Biv? He’s the way you remember the colors of the rainbow, in order: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet.
In high school biology, King Philip came over from great Spain to remind us that the order of taxonomy is Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species.
I was a music major in college, and when you learn the history of Western music, you start with Gregorian chant. Chant is intimately tied to the Church, and to the prayer services of the day, known as the canonical hours: Matins, Lauds, Prime, Terce, Sext, None, Vespers, Compline.
In order to remember the canonical hours, one of my classmates – a cellist named Betsy – came up with a wonderful mnemonic.
My lady, please touch softly, not very clumsily.
As you can see, it’s a good mnemonic, because lo these many years later, I still know my canonical hours.
What’s your favorite mnemonic?
I'm just sitting at my desk, minding my own business, and people have come over to tell me (ask me) the following:
1) "Johnny Law cut us some break."
2) "Her computer was making funny noises and she thought it was going to blow up. [dramatic pause] Her flowers were sitting on the escape key."
3) "Can I order some stilts?"
Lots of people like having a cellar so that they can go to warehouse stores and buy many many many rolls of toilet paper. I do that.
But this morning?
I just ordered a case of carnaroli rice. That's 24 pounds of rice.
We like risotto.
I'm glad we don't live in an apartment anymore.
