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Dec. 10th, 2004 12:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeIf you had looked into the laundry room of my apartment building yesterday afternoon, you would have seen me sitting on the floor in a cloud of dust, with debris scattered around me. I had gotten the notion of cleaning out my storage space, something which hadn't been done in about a year.
The amount of junk stuffed into that small area was ungodly, most of it in USPS bins, carted out of former workplaces. I trashed things with zero discretion, throwing my packrat nature to the wind. At the end of this all, I had blackened hands from all the accumulated basement dirt and a small pile of objects I didn't wish to throw out or put back in the storage unit.
Torn out photos from the Mutter Museum calendar I bought a couple of years ago and hung in my uber-corporate cubicle, much to the disgust of my co-workers, I plan on framing them and hanging them up in my bedroom.
One set of my mother's zills, I've been wondering where they had gotten to. They're the small cymbals bellydancers attach to their fingers. In her youth, my mother was a bellydancer. She taught me a lot of it and I'm fairly good at playing zills, if only I had a set for my other hand.
A handful of yellow Post-It notes and pieces of notebook paper, all scribbled furiously on in my nigh-on indecipherable handwriting. This would appear to be some of my writing that never made it to computer files. Interesting. Three of them are dated 03/30/99, one from 09/11/00, and quite a few from different times in 2001.
Interesting.
The amount of junk stuffed into that small area was ungodly, most of it in USPS bins, carted out of former workplaces. I trashed things with zero discretion, throwing my packrat nature to the wind. At the end of this all, I had blackened hands from all the accumulated basement dirt and a small pile of objects I didn't wish to throw out or put back in the storage unit.
Torn out photos from the Mutter Museum calendar I bought a couple of years ago and hung in my uber-corporate cubicle, much to the disgust of my co-workers, I plan on framing them and hanging them up in my bedroom.
One set of my mother's zills, I've been wondering where they had gotten to. They're the small cymbals bellydancers attach to their fingers. In her youth, my mother was a bellydancer. She taught me a lot of it and I'm fairly good at playing zills, if only I had a set for my other hand.
A handful of yellow Post-It notes and pieces of notebook paper, all scribbled furiously on in my nigh-on indecipherable handwriting. This would appear to be some of my writing that never made it to computer files. Interesting. Three of them are dated 03/30/99, one from 09/11/00, and quite a few from different times in 2001.
Interesting.
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Date: 2004-12-10 05:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
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