2009/02/17

I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours

Over the past week I have been opening neglected folders on the computer, one of which bears the label Starts & Stops. The Date Modified column of the document files contained therein reveal that these gems come from that ancient epoch known as 2005 (though a few date to 2006 or 2007).

For example, the first document is titled A Frog and a Horse. I open it. What does the text say? "A Frog and a Horse." That’s it. I typed "A Frog and a Horse" into a word processor file, saved it, and have been toting it around since 12-16-06 10:38 AM.

Here is another excerpt, the opening lines of something titled Dirt Stew (05-10-07 12:49 PM):

Dad started the fight. He said Connie’s stew tasted like dirt.

Dad was Ed’s brother, and Connie was Ed’s wife. Ed glared across the table over the pot of stew at dad. ‘What?’ dad said. ‘I had better stew in the service.’

Connie had made the stew earlier that day, as soon as she found out that dad was coming over to talk. It wasn’t a holiday, merely june 12th, but it was the first time
in at least twenty years that dad and Ed willingly sat at the same table.


It has...potential? And here extracts from some kind of list I engineered and saved and never looked at again (02-06-06 8:20 AM):

  1. Do not pay any attention to grocery store tabloids. Celebrities are not generally interesting people.
  2. Swimming pools are not toilets.
  3. Think with your own brain, not with someone else’s brain.
  4. Surrender is an option, if you wish to.
  5. Do you ask questions?
  6. Go ahead and try it, you might like it.
  7. I am beginning to hear phrases such as "non-democratic totalitarian state" in mainstream media outlets.

Your guess is as good as mine. Nowadays any list I deem worth saving will almost assuredly be composed of nouns and verbs, broken bits of overheard conversations, impossible hypothetical arguments, unusual names; little of it will make sense.

2 comments:

Luke said...

I've looked at some of my old files and it always kind of scares me a bit. It's like I don't remember writing that stuff, but when I read it I know exactly how I was feeling at the time. It's like channeling yourself...

Er ist glaubhaft said...

I don't know how I was feeling when I wrote these things. I wrote them for some reason, now forgotten. Why did I never return to them?

Someone has to be at fault. I blame the coffee industry.

A Slowly Growing List of Things to Look Forward To When You Have a Child

  • Every day is either Christmas or Halloween or Birthday or Easter
  • Leave those cats alone! They're going to scratch you and it will hurt
  • You cannot lie under circumstances, but nor can you tell the literal truth
  • Geez that kid is sharp
  • Can I have cake? Can I have cake? Can I have cake? Huh? Daddy? Can I have cake?
  • For the last time, stop asking me!
  • Noticing the growth: taller and a bit heavier to carry
  • Children's television shows
  • Food. Wasted food
  • Remembering that you once acted this way yourself
  • Watching where the both of you are going
  • The joy of hearing the word "fuck" being used experimentally, and justifying this experimentation by saying "Well they learn it eventually"
  • TANTRUMS
  • Sitting down together on the living room floor, a mess of blocks & cars & plush Care Bears strewn around you, discussing the complexities of each car's identity, its name, and why it is so humorous
  • Having to take responsibility for someone else for a change
  • More frustration than you're prepared for
  • Wicked cackling
  • Drawings of potato guys
  • Learning about the world all over again
  • Circular Logic
  • Unexpected hugs and words put beautifully together out of context
  • Waking up after 4 hours of sleep, and unexpectedly having to confront shit, in more than one place, including the carpet, a big toe, a butt, a bed, a toilet seat, and underpants