Plastic for Christmas, please.
Please bring any and all plastic when you see me* over the holidays (before Dec 31), including:
beauty supply containers (makeup, shampoo, lotions, etc., bottles, pumps, disposable cloths, etc.)
shaving packaging (no aerosol cans; those go into your home recycling), razors, razor boxes, etc.
toothbrushing and floss implements
and coffee packaging, too.
If you care to box any or all of this up for the next days or weeks, that’d be REALLLY great.
Also, if you Dunk, please consider saving it all for an art project: a room papered in Dunkins for Duncan Grant, my/our dad. Ask me about it when I see you. Until then please put aside all Dunk packaging, especially the styrofoam and plastic cups and straws, if you would.
As for the condition, cheese packs don’t have to be clean, but everything else ought to be.
WHY the fuss, you ask? Call it a plastic diet.
Short answer: don’t feed the birds, boys should be boys, turtles trump trash. Nevermind landfills, oceans, Maine > New Jersey. The great plastic gyre.
* Henry and Linus, we do hope to see you, though we know it might be a stretch! Henry, January? Do we get to be so lucky?
Jule, Tante, Heather, Hen, Mike, George, Emily, Bean, maybe the Gilmer-Curtises have a JonO-sized hole in their luggage to fill. (Yeah right, you say!)
OR you can ship it yourselves, for FREE, if you just HAPPEN to be going to UPS in the next weeks. I’ll even email labels. Just ask.
Happy Hoarding Days!
The Dream of Mourning by Louise Glück
it is that simple.
The dreams themselves are nothing.
They are the sickness you control,
I rush toward you in the summer twilight,
not in the real world, but in the buried one
where you are waiting,
as the wind moves over the bay, toying with it,
forcing thin ridges of panic—
And then the morning comes, demanding prey.
Remember? And then the world complies.
Last night was different.
Someone fucked me awake; when I opened my eyes
it was over, all the need gone
by which I knew my life.
And for one instant I believed I was entering
the stable dark of the earth
and thought it would hold me.
more about the author, Louise Glück
text via earlyfrost
For my fellow insomniacs, try lying next to your closest sleeper. Your breathing, heart rate, and blood pressure will mimic the sleeper’s, even if you can’t quite make it to the land of nod.
How? Read this old, old article from The Stranger: A Hard-Wired Drive.