Idea: Keep another journal handy at all times, with a super strong pen. Use this to document everything. Take notes on human life, certain light beams, sounds you hear. Use it for exercises like writing five words down. Systematic poetry, non-systematic. Books you’d like to buy, places you’d like to travel. This is different from a blog – you collect thoughts, rather than compose them. Andy’s new deck is nice. Before that, went to Potbelly with Billy and Alex, and after that to Barnes and Noble.

Once again, PJ returned home without any prior notice. We went to Joe’s Crab Shack to say hi to Billy, who is now working as a barback. He was sweaty when we met up with him. PJ created a mission of throwing any excess food into the center of the paper towel roll in the table. Being children again is satisfying. My rental from blockbuster is overdue. For some reason, I can’t seem to drive the extra mile and a half to return library books or video rentals.

Idea: collect artifacts from your lifetime and make a museum. You can make your life an exhibit, and the rest of your family can do the same, creating a museum of family culture. A living, breathing, interactive space for people to learn about your history. Mine would have: strollers, shoes, my fisher-price phonograph, my trampoline, my bunk bed, the radial nerve splint, some clothes that were staples, Mr. Peanut, blue bear, that Orbitz drink, my old boombox.

+++ title = “06” date = 2006 +++ The rain finally let up yesterday morning, and I drove to work happily, without the fear of someone skidding into me. Read an interesting Eno story the other day which I’d never heard before. In January this year I had an accident. I was not seriously hurt, but I was confined to bed in a stiff and static position. My friend Judy Nylon visited me and brought me a record of 18th century harp music.

18 years ago, I was most likely jumping on my trapoline in the basement, an activity which I performed until I got tired. Then, I would take my Fisher-Price phonograph and pull out a random LP from my dad’s collection, and it was generally one that I hadn’t heard before, or didn’t even like, but if the cover was appealing, I would always give it another shot. That was how we bought LPs, dad and I.