Spring break this week. Actually rather uneventful - Naomi was very responsibly working for the both of us every day. I sat home a did pretty much nothing. The internet is a great tool of procrastination! We did go see The Flying Dutchman on Tuesday night. The music - ah, Wagner - is really spectacular. It is no wonder that so much commercial film music is based on it. The music from Star War could be right out of the Wagner opa.

I spent Thursday in the OR with Dr. Schindler (ENT). The OR can be a strangely exciting and mundane place at the same time. I wonder if I could still be excited to scrub in for a procedure I have done a thousand times. I guess even fighter pilots probably get bored of taking off from an aircraft carrier at some point.

Walking to the OR that morning a pharma rep called my name out in the hospital entrance way. I turned and saw a guy who looked totally unfamiliar. He asked if I was "Chris Molson" and I corrected him. He introduced himself as my old pledge mate at Beta Theta Pi fraternity. (I though being in a frat would be a good idea my sophomore year in college. I joined BTP, but then depledged right at the point when we would be induced into the brotherhood. It was an insane few months of my life.) At any rate this guy apologized for not remembering my name completely, and shit, I felt retarded for not remembering his name at all. Scott was nice enough, and in retrospect he did look a little familiar. I wonder if was time that made him hard to recognize, or just that I have more or less blotted that part of my life away.

I think about memory a lot. I fret over it. I start to think that I am more forgetful that I probably am. I worry that I have already let many precious moments of my past slip away. (Actually, this blog is a manifestation of that anxiety.)

The fact is, memories are something that fade if they are not enjoyed and shared. So I just pretend to myself that my poor memory is a facet of my disinclination to tell stories.