The Pile
Saturday, January 22, 2011 at 4:16PM I mentioned that one of my goals for this residency is to have a stern talk with those little scraps of paper upon which I've been writing stray thoughts in the attempt to form some sort of essay/book proposal/manuscript/trail for the forensics team. Well. Seems the little pile goes back a bit.
I found:
- One of my business cards, when my business cards were not issued from a company advertised on a pop-under Internet ad
- Josh The Pilot's cell phone number. Seems I called him back.
- A note written on a claim strip for a roll of film. From a film-using camera. That I'd dropped off to be developed.
- A notation to Google a person named "Sara Palen (sp?)-- from AK?"
Yeah-- just a... bit.
There's a certain lovely and clinically depressing symmetry to it all, though. There's an Aladdin notebook I got in 1993 which contains minute-by-minute notes from the day Jim The Nephew was born... six years ago. But not to worry-- the strip of paper on which I recorded Thoughts About The New iPad was torn from a napkin featuring the name of the hotel I stayed in while interviewing for my first post-collegiate job. So I'm on top of it.
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Has Josh been made to know how close he came to having The Pile eat your relationship?
I did tell him, but given *I* had to be the one to initially contact *him*, he wasn't too worried. In any case, better this than losing his number to The Stack, which is an entirely different Eater of Things (such as time, sanity, will to live...)
Good to see you around, Mike.