Sentence examples for distracting memory from inspiring English sources

Blocking out a distracting memory is something like ignoring an old (and perhaps distracting) acquaintance, experts say: it makes it that much harder to reconnect the next time around.

To test this prediction, we modified the task of Figure 1A and added a distracting memory task between the presentations of the two bars in randomly selected half of the trials: 500 msec after the disappearance of L1, four different colors were flashed on the screen in a random order for 400 msec each (Figure 4A).

The study, appearing in the journal Nature Neuroscience, is the first to record visual images of people's brains as they suppress distracting memories.

Recent studies have shown that parietal activity in memory maintenance period is correlated to the amount of WM load [4] [6] while frontal activity during is shown to be necessary to prevent distracters from entering WM when human subjects are involved in two interleaving, main and distracting, spatial memory tasks [2].

It would be a high crime to give away any more of the deliciously devious plot, but suffice it to say that interspersed among Henry's distracting erotic memories and Celia's prosaic tales of motherhood are some equally illuminating flashbacks to the politics of the Vienna Embassy, the harrowing hostage drama at the airport and a real-life Chechen Islamist siege of a Russian theater in 2002.

This suggests a more easily distracted working memory even among these young subjects.

He regales them with the ballad of the dwarf Kleinzach, but he is soon distracted by memories of past loves.

At home, he found himself staring at the cookies, and even distracted by memories of the chocolate chunks and doughy peaks as he left the room.

Audiences could easily have been distracted by memories of one of the best-known chases in cinema history: when Gene Hackman barrels perilously through traffic in a car to catch a criminal who has hijacked a subway train running on an elevated track in William Friedkin's 1971 film "The French Connection".

The drama of his private life has eclipsed his identity as an actor so entirely that I barely gave the film a thought – except to wonder whether it would ever be possible to watch him again without being distracted by memories of the scandal that banished him from our screens.

The nimble lounge muzak that accompanies his narrative exacerbates the sense of hungover wooziness; a traumatised glaze that follows the post-drunk fug, distant memories distracting from the gravitas of last night's events.