March 11, 1996 in Features

Brain Sludge Is A Part Of Human Reality

Dave Barry Miami Herald
 
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Today, as part of our series “The Human Brain, So To Speak,” we explore the phenomenon of: Brain Sludge.

Brain sludge is a term coined by leading scientists to describe the vast collection of moronic things that your brain chooses to remember instead of useful information.

For example: Take any group of 100 average Americans, and sing to them, “Come and listen to my story ‘bout a man named Jed.” At least 97 of them will immediately sing: “A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.” They will sing this even if they are attending a funeral. They can’t help it.

This particular wad of sludge - known to scientists as “The Beverly Hillbillies Theme Song Wad” - is so firmly lodged in the standard American brain lobe that it has become part of our national DNA, along with the “Gilligan’s Island” wad. If a newborn American infant were abandoned in the wilderness and raised by wolves without any human contact or language, there would nevertheless come a day when he or she would blurt out, without having any idea what it meant: “A THREE-hour tour!” And the wolves would sing along. That’s how pervasive brain sludge is.

What is the root of this problem? Like most human defects, such as thigh fat, the original cause is your parents. Soon after you were born, your parents noticed that you were, functionally, an idiot, as evidenced by the fact that you spent most of your waking hours trying to eat your own feet. So they decided to put something into your brain, but instead of information you’d actually NEED later in life for example, the PIN number to your ATM card they sang drivel to you, the same drivel that parents have been dumping into their children’s brains since the Middle Ages, such as “Pop Goes the Weasel,” “Itsy Bitsy Spider” and “Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog.”

Your parents thought they were stimulating your mind, but in fact they were starting the sludge-buildup process, not realizing that every cretinous word they put into your brain would stay there FOREVER, so that decades later you’d find yourself waking up in the middle of the night wondering: “Why? WHY did she cut off their tails with a carving knife?”

But your parents aren’t the real problem. The REAL problem, the nuclear generator of brain sludge, is television. Here’s a little test for those readers out there who are approximately 48 years old. How many of you know what the Fourth Amendment to the Constitution says? Let’s see those hands … one … two … OK, I count nine people. Now, how many of you remember the theme song to the 1950s TV show “Robin Hood”? Thousands of you! Me too! Everybody join in:

“Robin Hood, Robin Hood riding through the glen!

Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men!

Feared by the bad! Loved by the good!

Robin Hood! Robin Hood! Robin Hood!”

My brain also contains theme songs to early TV shows about Daniel Boone (“Daniel Boone was a man, yes a BIG man!”); Zorro (“The fox so cunning and free! He makes the sign of the Z!”); and Bat Masterson (“He wore a cane and derby hat! They called him Bat!”).

I am not proud of this, but I can name only five Supreme Court justices (one of whom sticks in my mind solely because of the term “pubic hair”); whereas I can name six Mousketeers.

Of course the densest layer of sludge consists of commercial jingles for products that no longer exist. Your brain assigns the highest priority to these. That’s why, although I honestly cannot name the current secretary of defense, I can sing:

“Pamper, Pamper, new shampoo!

Gentle as a lamb, so right for you!

Gentle as a lamb? , ma’am!

Pamper, Pamper new shampoo!”

My brain also loves to remind me that my beer is Rheingold, the dry beer; think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer! Brush-a, brush-a, brush-a! New Ipana toothpaste! With the brand-new flavor! It’s dandy for your teeeeeeth!

Here’s how pathetic my brain is: If it FORGETS some worthless piece of brain sludge, it drops everything else and becomes obsessed with RECALLING it. For example, right now my brain is devoting all available resources to remembering the name of the candy featured in the following jingle:

“(NAME OF CANDY) goes a long, long way!

If you have one head, it lasts all day!”

This is currently my brain’s Manhattan Project; it will think of nothing else. A lot of people have this problem, and society pays a price for it:

CONTROL TOWER: Flight 8376, you’re descending way too …

PILOT: Tower, could you settle something? Was it (singing) “Brylcreem, a little bit’ll do ya?”

TOWER: No, it was (singing) “a little dab’ll do ya.”

CO-PILOT: Hah! Told you so!

PILOT: Tower, are you sure?

TOWER: Definitely, “dab.” Now about your descent rate … Hello? Flight 8376? HELLO?

Yes, brain sludge is a leading cause of needless tragedy, which is why I’m asking you to join in the fight against it. How? Simple: Write a letter to senators and congresspersons DEMANDING that they appropriate $500 million for a study to for God’s sake find out what kind of candy lasts all day if you have one head. And if there is any money left over, we should hire professional assassins to track down whoever wrote:

“My bologna has a first name! It’s …”

BANG

Thank you.

xxxx


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