notes to self

Wednesday, apr. 19, 2006   |   0 comments

Sometimes when I’m riding the bus, or just very drunk, an idea will occur to me, something amusing or meaty that I suspect I might want to think or write more about later, so I’ll type a little reminder into my Sidekick. Sometimes I’ll actually wind up doing something with it, while other times the reminder just sits there, slowly but surely losing its context. Over time the idea degrades into this alien thing, an unsettling baby deer of a non-sequitur that no longer smells at all like me. Days, weeks, months, or just a few hours after I type it, I’ll find one of these notes, and it’s like, Who the hell wrote THIS?

My current inexplicable favorites from the Remember Me Vaults: “tickle down theory” (!), “corporate zany” (?), “sex checklist, sandwich checklist, inside or out” (?!), “fit to be tired,” and “bar’s leaks for radiators.” But very best of all? Just these three words: “A single feather.” Like a poem! About the gentle art of forgetting.