to remember and a list
of things I want to forget,
but I see they are the same list.” —Linda Pastan, excerpted from “Lists” (via wwnorton)
HEY STEVE NIEBAUER DO YOU THINK YOU COULD HELP ME MOVE ON THE 5TH OF NOVEMBER? I know you’re in the DR, but I also know you’re checking your tumblr. I mostly just want someone to help me pick up the truck and what not since I haven’t driven in a coon’s age. That’s right, a coon’s age.
fully and with intent, yourself and others; the most courageous thing in the world. Go forth.
You know what’s funny? When I ask (because I have to) people for their email address at check out, while they’re on their smart phone and tell me they don’t have email.
I’m not saying I give mine out either, but some dude is holding his iphone, mid text message and says that he doesn’t have an email address.
Also, I’m getting trained to do shelving and such (Yay! It’s so fun! And I like it!) and people literally come up to me and other people doing this kind of work and say “I need this book and it’s about white people and the cover is blue.”
Regardless, this is a pretty okay job.
From what I can tell I have learned the most crucial necessities to want to be in publishing:
01. You must love to sit.
02. You must love to dress in layers. The more the better.
03. You must understand, utilize and respect the power and necessity of the binder clip.
How has no one hired me yet? I’ve got these things on lock.
All I need for the rest of my life is the mental image of Carrie Brownstein’s high kicks and windmilling her guitar.
Wild Flag, I love you.