April 12th, 2005

Do I Know You?

I have a real problem with recognizing people. More specifically, I have a real problem attaching a name to a face. I was just getting used to the teachers at my old schools when I moved to this one and had to start all over again.

It’s the worst when I kind of recognize them and they act like they know me.

“Hi, Mark!” they say.
“Hey!” I reply. “How are you?”

It seems to me they can see right through my lack of remembering, but most folks don’t say anything. Maybe they’re polite, maybe they don’t care.

The first month, month and a half I had license to say, “I’m sorry, but remind me who you are.” Nobody had a problem with it and they mostly said, “It’s no problem – you’ve got 70+ names and faces to learn.” Now, though, if I were to say that to someone (especially someone I have seen several times), it would be embarrassing and probably a bit offensive.

I discovered a couple of tricks, though. When asked to come fix so-and-so’s computer, I ask what room number they’re in. I have a list that tells me what teacher is in what room, so I can work backwards from there. Also, and this is the best one, outside the main office, there is a yearbook page-like poster showing all the teachers with their names. If I get an email from a teacher I can’t bring up a mental picture for, I just stop by the picture board before going to their room. See, you can’t always assume that the person in front of the class is the teacher. We’ve got so many student teachers hopping around that they’re in front of the class a lot of the time. Add in subs and I’d be lost quicker than … well, me in downtown Chicago.

If people wore the same clothes every day (but different clothes than their neighbor), that’d help, too. I’d have a bigger picture to attach mentally to the name. This is actually a problem for me in movies and TV shows. If a character changes their clothes or hairstyle, I might not recognize them when they show back up. If it’s someone really famous it’s not a problem, of course, but your more minor players get lost in the shuffle all the time.

The other way I get to recognizing people quicker is if they have constant problems. I learned three or four names within a week of being at my new school.

Other mental connections don’t work as well as I might want them to. That guy who looks a little like Tom Poston? I’ll most likely call him “Tom” sometime and then have to try to explain my way out of it. I’m afraid to make up little nicknames like that for people in general because I’m afraid it’ll be found out somewhere down the road.

Of course, my problem extends far out of my workplace. Someone I haven’t seen in years? If they don’t look pretty much exactly the same, I’m done for. This might also be the best time for me to make this plea:

Ladies, please stop dyeing your hair. I’m begging you. Yes, it looks very nice. Great, even. Wonderful. It might even look better than your last color, but I get confused easily. One of my dear friends has given me the nickname “bear of little brain” (after Winnie the Pooh) and I have earned the nickname a thousand times over. So, please, for me: stop it.

I feel guilty about all of this, of course. It’s my fault if I don’t recognize a person I’ve seen once before. I should take the time to invest something in the conversation so that the face is locked in my memory. It says I’m not valuing them if I don’t do it. At least, that’s what I think. But, I don’t think that about someone else who doesn’t remember me. Guilt is a one-way street, my friends, and there’s no turn on red.

(That last part made no sense at all.)

I think that’s part of the reason I like e-communication so well. I see the name on the IM or the email and I instantly remember the person…even if the person is someone I concocted a visual for. Most folks I communicate with online have some sort of recognizable avatar or I’ve seen a picture of them. For some reason, that sticks with me better than actually having met the person. Weird.

I think the best way to be remembered is to be memorable. I’m not suggesting you continue doing that magic trick where you pull a dollar bill out of someone’s nose, though (you know who you are). I’m thinking you should aim for some sort of positive impression.

I hope I’m memorable in a positive way. More, though, I wish I could remember other people.

April 6th, 2005

…nephewnephewnephew…

Apparently when my brother says “badgerbadgerbadger” to my nephew Daniel (2.5 years old), he responds with “Mushroom!”

Somehow this is my fault.

I think it’s fantastic.

EDIT: This old webcam seems appropriate:

BadgerMup

April 2nd, 2005

Time to Change

With my love for Indiana’s policy of not observing Daylight Savings Time widely available for all to read, I think it’s funny that the one weekend I choose to come to Wisconsin happens to be the weekend that the clocks get set ahead on hour.

Also, when I return to Wisconsin, I’m struck with the fact that although I am a Wisconsinite by birth, I think I’ve transmogrified into a Midwesterner. The change is subtle, and I’m not sure how to explain it to non-Midwesterners or non-Wisconsinites, but there’s a little bit of a change. Midwesterners wouldn’t mind living in any of the Midwest states (Indiana, Iowa, Michigan, Minnesota, or Wisconsin. Some folks might include Illionois in that mix, but that’s the one bit of Wisconsinism I’ve retained, I guess.) People up here have an accent I was never aware of before. Indiana folk no longer do. People are warmer at colder temperatures up here, too, and that’s something I’ve certainly lost.

It’s good to see the old stomping grounds and some familiar faces, but it’ll be good to get back to Indiana, where all my clocks are set correctly already.