i only got 13 out of the 30…. for some reason, not having the hair makes it super hard for me.

i think it has a lot to do with who/what you expect to encounter in certain parts of your world, and being partially blind to things that unexpectedly enter it. Like hearing what you expect to hear (especially in 2nd languages).

I’ve lived in this new home for 3 months now, and see this woman across the street and talk to her almost every day. I think i have introduced myself to her 4 times, and i didn’t notice when she got her leg cast off and ditched the wheelchair. makes me feel like an ass… but i do really adore her, i like to think its a brain malfunction too

I have no idea what the lifespan of this one is, but I like it a lot.
http://www.studio-international.co.uk/studio-images/goldsworthy/woodroom_b.jpg

That stuff is definitely not ephemeral. It’ll be around long after we’re gone.
I love his work so much! I know I love a piece of art when my gut tells me. Literally, I can feel my intestines moving around when I see great art. The ecoli in my viscera my must have great taste!

They also reported on people with HYPER-face recognition, like a woman who remembered a stranger she passed on the sidewalk on a college campus years ago, etc.

I also have to say that I–a very visual arty person–also have little to no clue when it comes to interior design and fashion! And I see nothing wrong with your fashion sense anyway.

I have a fairly-to-very-dissimilar recognizing people problem, where unless I consciously remind myself to be in a certain socializing, “might recognize someone” mode, my brain automatically kind of sorts all the people around me into the giant, “strangers” file without me even particularly seeing, or I guess noticing (which is different- ‘taking note of’) what they look like, at all. It takes a figurative (and often literal) head-shake to pull my consciousness into “analyze faces to see if I know them [presumably also so I might recognize them again later]” mode. I feel like this says something(s) profound about who I am socially, or rather asocially {not to say ass-holishly} but it is what it is.

In your case, it feels to me like just a mind glitch (*not necessarily brain) where part of you just knows that what people look like isn’t the most, or even particularly, important! I’m sure this is little comfort. The only thing that occurs to me to suggest, since you kind of mentioned management tactics and/or strategies, is maybe if you start a habit (assuming you don’t already do this) of taking pictures of everybody you care about and/or spend small-to-medium amounts of fun or meaningful time with. [this seems to be a thing humans do] then look at the pictures later at some point, possibly even just reviewing each one when you decide to import it or throw it out (auto-import to iphoto in this case wouldn’t be your friend). This would either help cement their faces into your mind, OR be a frustrating “who the WTF?” that you would get to experience on your lonesome: LESS AWKWARD.