The Magicians Tricks:

Well, I have not writin a blog in over a month. What this reflects is numerous things I suppose, but I really don’t want to expound upon them. Anyway for this blog, I wanted to talk about my memory theater and the techniques I used for its construction. This blog might seem arbitrary—because I have the impression that class time on Wednesday will be dedicated to this subject—but for the sake of clarity I prefer to write about it.
My memory theater that I used for my fifty things is a place anyone in our class can visit—don’t worry—the unwashed masses are still excluded. Here are the directions: walk to Cooper Park (it’s on Story and 8th) make sure to walk there on a sunny day so as to marvel at the sun breaking through the leaf less trees, the melting snow off of the sidewalk, the chirping birds ushering in spring, and really marvel at the pleasure you have locking at least a few fragments of the scene before you forever in your mind. Once you’re at the park walk toward the large tree in the middle that has a large stone next to it. Once your there face the tree at the angle of 8th being at your left hand, and the bronze incrusted history of the before you. Now that you are at this place recall the muses from our class room, and suppose they are dog handlers for the day. For me Erato is Erato of the terriers—and she is directly in front of me leaning on the tree behind the fencing when I am here. Her ten dogs are leashed in a sort of leash that connects them all and she is holding them with her right hand. The first of the terriers is an Airedale Terrier. This dog has a flowing drifting breeze constantly upon it and it is looking at the dog next to him, which is a black Russian terrier. This dog is wearing a soviet cap. There are 8 more embellished images of terriers for this set of ten that Erato is holding on to. The next muse that I decided to take to the park was Clio. And I felt the dog breed that best embodied Clio was the hounds she has a ten set like Erato her right hand. She is standing next to me in the park, reading the bronze commemoration. Urania is Urania of the working dogs, and she is to the right of me up in a lamp post with floating dogs and the leash firm in her right hand. And bellow her is thalia of the sporting dogs looking up at her holding her ten set in her left hand. Finally Terpsichore the tiny dancer is on a large stone to the right of where I am standing with her toy dogs starting with Affenphincher—which I envisioned to look something like a purse dog that pinch’s an attractive materlistic girls fans.
It is strange, every comment that I have herd from classmates concerning this assignment was something along the lines of this: “it was really easy, it only took me less than hour to do. I thought it was going to be much harder than it was”. I suppose the reason people seemed to float through this assignment with such effortless grace was that each memory theater was personal and reflective. By making objects worth while to be remembered it is in a cliché term cake. We are what we remember and what moves us to remember.
:Part II of my memory theater explanation will be more abstract. This discussion will be continued tomorrow.