November 29, 2024

Waterloo Train station at 3:30 pm on a Tuesday is as glamorous as it sounds. The evening rush hasn’t started, so it is busy with tourists, lost souls, homeless people seeking respite from the cold Spring rain, and people like me whose schedules placed them here against their will. Two distinct, loud chimes sound from…

November 29, 2024

I listened to an interesting podcast a few years ago (I believe it was Malcolm Gladwell’s Revisionist History, but it may have been a different one), where he discussed the fallacy of memory.  In the experiment, they asked multiple people to write down details of what was happening after witnessing a significant event.  In the…