Two stories hit the national airwaves, the webwaves, tonight. One concerns a fisherman who caught an enormous bluefin tunafish. And the second is about how walking through doorways causes forgetfulness.
- Carlos Rafael and his Fish Story
Let’s mack the fish story first. So the angler angling for the record tuna is named Carlos Rafael and he was dragging nets and snagged a whale-like fish:
A Massachusetts fisherman pulled in an 881-pound tuna this week only to have the federal authorities take it away. It sounds like a libertarian twist on the classic novella by Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea, but for Carlos Rafael, the saga is completely true.
Rafael and his crew were using nets to catch bottom-dwellers when they inadvertently snagged the giant tuna. However, federal fishery enforcement agents took control of the behemoth when the boat returned to port.
Dang. I caught a fish, once, nearly that big. And I’ll discuss it and share pictures. In this very blogpost. Promise. First, let’s go to the next story.
- Doors of Perception at Notre Dame
So Notre Dame* invested some hard-earned money to answer one of the major existential questions of life. Do folks like you and me tend to be forgetful when we traverse from one room to the next? Does the new space lend to forgetfulness:
New research from University of Notre Dame Psychology Professor Gabriel Radvansky suggests that passing through doorways is the cause of these memory lapses.
“Entering or exiting through a doorway serves as an ‘event boundary’ in the mind, which separates episodes of activity and files them away,” Radvansky explains.
Yeah, okay. Let’s test this theory. I am getting up. Still blogging with my laptop. And passing through a doorway. Nothing. I am unaffected. No early onset Alfred Heimers. (I am not quite familiar enough with Alfred to call him Al. Al’z Heimers. You know, Alzheimer’s.)
I am perfectly fine. Okay, back to the first story. Hmmmm, interesting. I seem to have forgotten exactly what happened when I caught that one monster fish. You’ll just have to take my word on it.
* Not sure if you are aware that Notre Dame’s School of Paralegal-ery has a club called the Notary Dames. But it is for women only. And they are trained in all the jurisprudent dark arts: notary, notoriety, filing fu, paralegal-ery duties, paramilitary skillz. Them some shifty dames, ‘dats fer sure.