It's the curse of the intellectual: the elevation of what JS Mill would call the higher pleasures over the mundane practicalities of life. You can quote eighteenth century idealist texts, but can't remember to pay your bills, or pick up the milk. Despite most memory techniques being more suited to remembering random numbers than the milk, I've recently found reasons to be optimistic about the possibility of improving my memory, and repairing my reputation for absent-mindedness.