Your move, Bill Clinton. Your move.

Catherine here. I've always known that I'm competitve, but here's a weird one: you know how Bill Clinton is always praised for how good he is at remembering names? ("Oh, even when he goes back to Kansas after three years, he still remembers that lady he met at the supermarket! Isn't he personable?") Well, ever since I went to an "improve your memory" exhibit at some learning fair I went to when I was little, I've tried my best to remember people's names. And tonight, as I struggled to remember the name of a girl that I had just met (Savlan--it's Hebrew for "patience") I suddenly realized that I have an internal competition going on between me and Bill Clinton. And I really want to beat him.

It is going to be a difficult competition to judge, given that he doesn't know he's playing. But that won't deter me. Does he know the names of the two men who helped me buy glasses in San Francisco Optics a few weeks ago? (Sean and Trey) Does he know the names of the women in my boxing class from last summer (Randa, Amita, Julie, this one goes out to you), or the woman who has a locker three down from mine at the Berkeley gym? (Delphine)

I didn't think so.