Monday, November 28, 2005
Monday Nov. 28, 2005 - Year 3, Day 253– stray sticky
sun wakes chilly overcast sky, -6C / 18F, lagoon a strange landscape of ice with islands of open water, Gusta plows snow
my out-of-touch daughter is no longer out-of-touch & the Edmonton Eskimos defeated Montreal to win the Grey Cup in overtime; life is good
this one with a name or that one with an idea or another note of an event long past – or the ones with no text, no phone number – just a word or a phrase written ‘in the moment’ to be stuck next to my computer screen, on the fridge, the bathroom mirror or on today’s pad of to-do things
some sticky notes are destined to get attached to the wrong material, only to surface one day in the wrong file – like a missing favorite pen - at that moment of re-discovery [expletives deleted] I find surprise, joy or sorrow
they had meaning in the moment they were written
important reminders, scribbled ‘notes du jour’
3M’s low tech device is part of our culture like databases & cell phones
to throw away this old sticky or put it in a different spot, that is the question ?
should it be treasured, not to be lost ?
surely the meaning of those words scrawled one day will have meaning again, but what ?
some meaning is surely intact, it is my memory that does not adhere
now curled, wrinkled, ratty; as they age, losing their stick
like people we encounter & keep around in our lives, some old sticky notes REALLY matter, others never did
Mark
my out-of-touch daughter is no longer out-of-touch & the Edmonton Eskimos defeated Montreal to win the Grey Cup in overtime; life is good
this one with a name or that one with an idea or another note of an event long past – or the ones with no text, no phone number – just a word or a phrase written ‘in the moment’ to be stuck next to my computer screen, on the fridge, the bathroom mirror or on today’s pad of to-do things
some sticky notes are destined to get attached to the wrong material, only to surface one day in the wrong file – like a missing favorite pen - at that moment of re-discovery [expletives deleted] I find surprise, joy or sorrow
they had meaning in the moment they were written
important reminders, scribbled ‘notes du jour’
3M’s low tech device is part of our culture like databases & cell phones
to throw away this old sticky or put it in a different spot, that is the question ?
should it be treasured, not to be lost ?
surely the meaning of those words scrawled one day will have meaning again, but what ?
some meaning is surely intact, it is my memory that does not adhere
now curled, wrinkled, ratty; as they age, losing their stick
like people we encounter & keep around in our lives, some old sticky notes REALLY matter, others never did
Mark
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