Naming is the origin of all particular things. (~ Lao Tzu)
Jeez, I can hardly remember the name of someone whom I meet at a party when they walk away and I meet them again an hour later. Much less the name of someone I met briefly in the office years ago.
I do remember learning to type on a Smith Corona and an IBM Selectric. And I remember my first encounter with with computers on graveyard shift at IBM with a 16K 360/20. Loading trays of punched cards and hoping to avoid a jam. Inventories, personnel, payroll: names of people and things and their places and prices.
Many years later, we were so proud when we got a mainframe with a one-meg core chip. Wow. Imagine that. I wrote machine language with 16 registers—room to spare. Virtual Memory with buffering. The names of lots of folks met momentarily.
And here I sit casually with an iPad Mini 2 with a 1Gig Ram chip. Do the math. Using it, I saw that Xerox has invented a self-destructing chip (to be used for secure information). A long time ago, Ben Franklin said,
Three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
Lots of ways to remember a name. Or forget it.
Ol’ Man Gloom burned (albeit on a rainy Friday night). Labor Day passed. Then, Fiesta. A time one might greet an old friend or two, not seen recently, wandering the Plaza. Or a vaguely remembered face who greets you enthusiastically by name. (I should know who that is.)
The air is at that comfortable temperature you can feel only if a breeze blows. The breeze is light, and only occasional, like an afterthought.