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Expired Relevance

February 11th, 2010 Yvette Leave a comment Go to comments

I’m a habitual list-maker. Cleaning up my desk and perpetually seemingly-hurricane-stricken office always yields small piles of post-its with notes I’ve written to myself: to-do lists; names and phone numbers and addresses; small phrases that inspire a story I didn’t have time to write; spontaneous categorization that is forgotten as soon as it’s recorded; doodles and diagrams, etc.

Many of them I feel I need to keep at least until I compile the data and ideas somewhere more permanent. Notes scribbled with expired relevance can be safely thrown away. Sometimes I’ll come across a note that isn’t easy to categorize because I don’t know what it means. Take this one that I found tonight:

Paper
Stationery
Blog about
Story prompt
Top Priority

That’s it. I can tell you that I wrote this note sometime in the fall, but I’ve forgotten why. Paper could mean anything. Stationery could indicate that this is a “to buy” list since I’ve had somewhat recent thoughts about what a shame it is that I don’t hand-write letters anymore and perhaps having some decent stationery would change that.

(All the stationery I have is a few holdover pieces from my childhood that I could use ironically, but would otherwise defeat the purpose and feel of real stationery that reflects who I am today.)

But the inclusion of the action words Blog about confuse me. Blog about what? Stationery? Or a Story prompt? And what is Top Priority? Why is that at the bottom of the list? I have no idea, and I’ve been mulling it over in the back of my head for a couple hours now. I don’t believe it will come to me.

And so I’ve placed that post-it note in the recycling bin to make room for future lists and ideas—hoping that its meaning was simply displaced instead of being lost forever.

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  1. snivellus
    February 12th, 2010 at 10:03 | #1

    At least you’re making notes and lists, however obscure. Most of my good ideas never get written down. They’re floating in the ether, ready to be reincarnated into the mind of someone more qualified.

  2. February 12th, 2010 at 13:53 | #2

    Seems to me like it’s a piece of poetry, since it inspires so much thought. :)

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