- I Can See The Mormon Temple From Here
I CAN’T NOT HEAR IT | IT’S IN MY HEAD ALL THE TIME | WHY SONG WHY?
- I Will Kill You Fucker
LIVE AT THE STARRY PLOUGH | FEB 13, 2004
In a recent meeting with the executive and development directors, we contemplated a constellation of about thirty pastel color-coded post-it notes I had left on the wall. What were they? What did they mean? What were our next steps?
We turned our eyes to this… lil cave of altamira and immediately, three-o’clock high style, I saw that somehow, three of my non-pastel color coded post-it notes had made it into the mix. They referred to things that I really had to do right away, but since they were adhered to this wall, and not the wall in my office, I had really very seriously not attended to those things, or had I?
Yes, I had, certainly, because I had subconsciously felt comfortable leaving them here.
No, I hadn’t, panic setting in, because there was nothing to remind me that it all needed to be done.
Then that convenient calm descended, just like it descended around my unmailed bill payment, discovered between the seat and the emergency brake of my friend’s car. This is overdue by several months, yet I have yet to receive any consequences, I thought, holding the coffee-smelling document and looking at the water from our postion on the flyover. This calls into question all kinds of things. Things like Time. Consequences. Efficiency of Systems.
Because of all this (I do believe that), the executive director went to these notes immediately and asked for a full report.
Suggestions for epitaphs.