Gene Lebell did NOT teach or fought with Bruce, here is the proof

[Gerry Seymour]

On top of that, the more often you remember something, the more likely it is to be incorrect. In a very basic sense, every time you remember something, you're replacing your existing memory of the event. So the more you remember, the more often it gets replaced, and the more opportunities for the memory to be slightly changed (and expound on those changes).

Which is why people telling a story from memory will have it vary over time. Someone making a story up, however, tend to keep the story more consistent if they thought the details through. It appears recalling a made-up story doesn't have the same effect as recalling an experience.

 

[Buka]

Which is why people telling a story from memory will have it vary over time. Someone making a story up, however, tend to keep the story more consistent if they thought the details through. It appears recalling a made-up story doesn't have the same effect as recalling an experience.

Some real memories never change, unfortunately. Like the first time you were with a woman. All twenty two seconds of it.
(It was really only twelve but twenty two has a certain alliteration to it)

But the story you told your buddies the very next day might have the timeline a bit different.

 

[Monkey Turned Wolf]

Some real memories never change, unfortunately. Like the first time you were with a woman. All twenty two seconds of it.
(It was really only twelve but twenty two has a certain alliteration to it)

But the story you told your buddies the very next day might have the timeline a bit different.

"Flashbulb memories" Are actually the ones most likely to be incorrect over time. But the ones people are most insistent are correct.

 

[Same Trick]

That doesn't change that it was, in fact, his name. Saying his name was "actually" something else implies (or, more properly, states) that he was using a fake name (as some actors do). What you mean, I understand, was that the family's name used to be Siegelman.

Yes, I just wanted to point out the mistake of spelling it “seagull”, Steven’s name means seal

 

[Buka]

"Flashbulb memories" Are actually the ones most likely to be incorrect over time. But the ones people are most insistent are correct.

I don’t understand what that means.

 

[Wing Woo Gar]

Yes, I just wanted to point out the mistake of spelling it “seagull”, Steven’s name means seal

It wasn’t a mistake, I misspelled it on purpose because I think the guy is obnoxious at best.

 

[Wing Woo Gar]

"Flashbulb memories" Are actually the ones most likely to be incorrect over time. But the ones people are most insistent are correct.

What’s a flashbulb memory?

 

[Wing Woo Gar]

Yes, I just wanted to point out the mistake of spelling it “seagull”, Steven’s name means seal

He is as fat as a seal, but the farthest thing from being a SEAL.

 

[Monkey Turned Wolf]

I don’t understand what that means.

What’s a flashbulb memory?

A flashbulb memory are those memories that you can remember vividly throughout your life. So something like where you were when you found out about the 9/11 attacks, your first kiss, finding out you have cancer, basically any powerful moment that afterwards you can recall in detail for decades to come.

Because it's so vivid, and it remains with people for a long time, they assume that it's accurate. But more often than not, what you're remembering vividly is not how it actually happened (could be a little bit different, or a lot different). And you're not lying when you describe it because to your brain, that's exactly how it happened (and is also why people may get incredibly defensive when someone points out the inaccuracy).

 

[Wing Woo Gar]

A flashbulb memory are those memories that you can remember vividly throughout your life. So something like where you were when you found out about the 9/11 attacks, your first kiss, finding out you have cancer, basically any powerful moment that afterwards you can recall in detail for decades to come.

Because it's so vivid, and it remains with people for a long time, they assume that it's accurate. But more often than not, what you're remembering vividly is not how it actually happened (could be a little bit different, or a lot different). And you're not lying when you describe it because to your brain, that's exactly how it happened (and is also why people may get incredibly defensive when someone points out the inaccuracy).

Well I have quite a few of those, perhaps it’s some solace they aren’t all as real as I remember them. Some things I wish I could unsee or erase from my memory.

 

[Same Trick]

He is as fat as a seal, but the farthest thing from being a SEAL.

You saw the animal joke !

 

[Buka]

A flashbulb memory are those memories that you can remember vividly throughout your life. So something like where you were when you found out about the 9/11 attacks, your first kiss, finding out you have cancer, basically any powerful moment that afterwards you can recall in detail for decades to come.

Because it's so vivid, and it remains with people for a long time, they assume that it's accurate. But more often than not, what you're remembering vividly is not how it actually happened (could be a little bit different, or a lot different). And you're not lying when you describe it because to your brain, that's exactly how it happened (and is also why people may get incredibly defensive when someone points out the inaccuracy).

I’m not sure that’s accurate. I remember where I was when JFK was assassinated. I was a kid walking to the trolly stop. It was the first time I had ever seen grownups crying. They were walking down the street. Several couples supporting each other as they walked. I remember thinking, “that ain’t good.”
That memory is burned into my mind.

I remember where I was on 9/11, vividly.
Our house phone kept ringing. It was around five o’clock in the morning. I finally got up, ready to yell at whoever was calling. It was my buddy, Mike, who lived down the street and also worked at the airport here on Maui.
He said, “turn on the TV, I think we’re at war.”

I turned on the TV. Saw the film of American 11 out of Boston flying into the tower. I had just flown on American 11 out of Boston two mornings before. I had gone back to be a pallbearer for a friend’s wake and funeral.

I even remember what I was wearing when my buddy called. I remember pretty much everything from that morning.

Don’t get me wrong, I can’t remember what I had for breakfast three days ago, but I remember those tragic things to a T.

 

[Monkey Turned Wolf]

I’m not sure that’s accurate. I remember where I was when JFK was assassinated. I was a kid walking to the trolly stop. It was the first time I had ever seen grownups crying. They were walking down the street. Several couples supporting each other as they walked. I remember thinking, “that ain’t good.”
That memory is burned into my mind.

I remember where I was on 9/11, vividly.
Our house phone kept ringing. It was around five o’clock in the morning. I finally got up, ready to yell at whoever was calling. It was my buddy, Mike, who lived down the street and also worked at the airport here on Maui.
He said, “turn on the TV, I think we’re at war.”

I turned on the TV. Saw the film of American 11 out of Boston flying into the tower. I had just flown on American 11 out of Boston two mornings before. I had gone back to be a pallbearer for a friend’s wake and funeral.

I even remember what I was wearing when my buddy called. I remember pretty much everything from that morning.

Don’t get me wrong, I can’t remember what I had for breakfast three days ago, but I remember those tragic things to a T.

Yup. You're describing flashbulb memories.

 

[Buka]

Yup. You're describing flashbulb memories.

I’ve taken a lot of courses in noticing and remembering things. One of the best ones was at a Mass Criminal Justice training academy. To say it started out with a bang would be an understatement.

Summertime. We’re on lunch, sitting outside in the shade on a low hill in front of some trees, eating sandwiches and shooting the breeze.

A car pulls up. Two men and a woman get out. She’s extremely attractive and wearing a really short skirt and a low cut blouse.
She leans back into the car and gives us a show.

The men suddenly pull out folding stock, Uzi carbines with extended magazines and open fire on full auto. (They’re shooting blanks)
We scatter into the trees. One guy soiled himself. Me, I was far too scared to poop.

The two guys and gal jump back into their car and speed away.

Over a bullhorn an instructor says “It was a drill, get back where you were, please.”

We come back, shaken up pretty bad, babbling to each other and laughing.

The instructor gives us a clipboard with a sheet of paper and a pen. And starts asking us questions.

What color was the car? What make and model?
Anybody get the plate number, its rear plate was facing you.
How many men were there?
What were they wearing?
What color was their hair?
What was their complication?
What kind of weapons did they have?
How tall were they, how were they built?
Which way did the car go when it screamed out of the parking lot?

We failed miserably. I did offer a little humor after he grilled us. I said “I can tell you what color underwear the woman had on, if that’s any help, sir.”

That drill started a day and a half long course on noticing things, remembering them for safety, for your reports and for court if necessary.