Sometimes I forget a word, or a name, and I'm really worried, I'm worried about getting old, I'm worried about losing what makes me sharp and accurate, I'm worried about losing what makes me me. I worry about losing an accurate sense of the universe.
Earlier today I forgot Brendan Eich's name and had to look it up. And that one moment, during which I couldn't remember Brendan Eich's name, was kind of pleasant, like cool water when you've been baking in the sun
@mcc Yesterday I temporarily forgot Richard Posner's name, but only because my brain accidentally collapsed him and Robert Bork into the same person. So I didn't get any real reprieve and, after some brief confusion, I had to remind myself that there's been a whole lot of these celebrated assholes.