Sunday, October 25, 2009
The party dilemma
Saturday, October 17, 2009
How many phone numbers do you remember?
In a recent article* about the impact of technology one technophobe declared she hardly used any of the functions on her mobile and doesn’t even put phone numbers in the electronic contact list. “I remember them all. All I want to know about is the green ‘on’ button”.
Wow, yes, I remember keeping loads of phone numbers in my head. I was good at it. I topped my year in Geography once because I memorised all the essential facts about Australia such as circumference, area, distances and so forth as if they were telephone numbers. Now I store telephone numbers in my electronic contact lists and in the case of a small number of close friends – on a post-it on my desk.
Phone numbers are always at hand so why bother to memorise them? I rarely even ask for a phone number because in most cases it comes up on my phone display and I can store the number from there.
The first Rolodexes appeared in the early 1930s
And I bet many of you had one of these, way back when. Perhaps you still do...
When you use a Rolodex or Teledex you look at the number while you dial. Do that enough and you’ll commit that number to memory, without even realising it. Use your phone contact list or your speed dial and you miss that step. You may never memorise numbers outside those you absolutely have to.
Some research shows that our ability to remember things is decreasing as technology increasingly takes on that role. With the vast increase in information available technology provides the means for us to sort and categorise the data and enables us to recall (electronically) than ever before. But then we lose our mobile, or our hard disk crashes and we feel empty, like our very life has been taken away. Perhaps we wouldn’t feel that way if we were sure that the computer that stays with us 24/7, our brain, was able to recall everything that was important to us.
In my younger years I could remember the phone numbers of all my close friends, my extended family, the school, the doctor, the dentist, the beautician, the pizza joint in Nedlands and later the work numbers of many of my colleagues. Today I couldn’t tell you my own work number.
I’m off to memorise a few phone numbers. How many can you remember?
*Australian Vogue (I know, of all the places!), November 2009 p. 146