This morning NPR featured a story about Mr. Wang's Button Factory. His tiny town is responsible for 60% of the world's buttons. Buttons Are His Destiny.
What it must feel like to have purpose? Why am I worried about Purpose in August? This ennui should stay in the storage closet until winter like my warm clothes.
I realize that it has been months since former professor and oft quoted* Hardy wrote, asking me about my goals and still I have none.
So I went to Anthropologie and met Rin for ice cream.
The simplest explanation is always the best.
I could have told you, too, about my lackluster day during which I worked for three hours editing a video to lose it all in the saving process. But I'm afraid you might learn that I'm dull-brained enough to permanently delete items that I needed. It shouldn't be called the "Recycle Bin" if it means "Trash. Don't Put Anything In Here If You Expect To See It Again."
*"A fast-rolling turd smells less."
"Pontiac, Grand Am. We Build Excitement."
"Would you like to hear the duck call? It goes.... here, ducky, ducky."
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It is amazing how life changing information can stay with you over the years. A good book or film will come back to you over and over. That song you can't forget. That Duck Call thing was/is pure heightened awareness.
Also, sometimes you have to empty the recycle bin before it "trashes" the contents. Look into that.
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