1.9.04
I have had an unprecedented experience these past two days. I have been enjoying my time at work.
This is because they finally ran out of things for me to do and sent me to stuff envelopes with the temps in the tiny corner office.
The temps have discovered that one of them can bring in a laptop and they can watch DVDs and listen to music all day while stuffing the envelopes.
We have watched Back to the Future parts one, two and three, episodes of Family Guy, and listened to an eighteenth of Jason’s huge music collection.
Jason is not named Jason, but everybody else thinks he should be. Today we built a fort out of the empty boxes and cut a window in one side.
Some pieces of audio collage that have been knocking around in my head:
"So there we were dressed up like Wonderwoman."
"What is post-immortal?"
If I were a more literary person, I would draw a comparison. After all, what is post-immortal anyway?
I would guess it has something to do with being beyond immortal. Does that involve an acceptance of mortality? Does it mean beyond in emotional rather than chronological terms? Is it possible to say something about enjoying every moment without sounding like a greeting card? (We have clichés upon clichés here. By now avoiding cliché by denigrating the phrase as "like something off a greeting card" is a cliché in itself.)
I’m sure if I were a more literary person, I could incorporate into this discussion something fabulous regarding my work situation, and my enjoyment of it and my realisation that fun can be found in unexpected places.
But I am not that literary, and I am definitely not a post-immortal. (Which, if you care, I misheard in the lyrics of a song.)
I have grown annoyed with filling in the blanks between images. I have noticed this in my recent writing:
"Some thousand years after it happened I got tired of remembering and I went to Alain and had him pull the names out of my head. The sensation was cold. In the seventies I watched a man freeze a raspberry in liquid nitrogen and smash it with a hammer."
Please do not steal that line. I think someday I’ll need it.
Wonderwoman would have fit there too, I think. The words were, after all, uttered in a Carnival.
This is because they finally ran out of things for me to do and sent me to stuff envelopes with the temps in the tiny corner office.
The temps have discovered that one of them can bring in a laptop and they can watch DVDs and listen to music all day while stuffing the envelopes.
We have watched Back to the Future parts one, two and three, episodes of Family Guy, and listened to an eighteenth of Jason’s huge music collection.
Jason is not named Jason, but everybody else thinks he should be. Today we built a fort out of the empty boxes and cut a window in one side.
Some pieces of audio collage that have been knocking around in my head:
"So there we were dressed up like Wonderwoman."
"What is post-immortal?"
If I were a more literary person, I would draw a comparison. After all, what is post-immortal anyway?
I would guess it has something to do with being beyond immortal. Does that involve an acceptance of mortality? Does it mean beyond in emotional rather than chronological terms? Is it possible to say something about enjoying every moment without sounding like a greeting card? (We have clichés upon clichés here. By now avoiding cliché by denigrating the phrase as "like something off a greeting card" is a cliché in itself.)
I’m sure if I were a more literary person, I could incorporate into this discussion something fabulous regarding my work situation, and my enjoyment of it and my realisation that fun can be found in unexpected places.
But I am not that literary, and I am definitely not a post-immortal. (Which, if you care, I misheard in the lyrics of a song.)
I have grown annoyed with filling in the blanks between images. I have noticed this in my recent writing:
"Some thousand years after it happened I got tired of remembering and I went to Alain and had him pull the names out of my head. The sensation was cold. In the seventies I watched a man freeze a raspberry in liquid nitrogen and smash it with a hammer."
Please do not steal that line. I think someday I’ll need it.
Wonderwoman would have fit there too, I think. The words were, after all, uttered in a Carnival.
