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Ah, memories. Just that much sweeter than the moment itself. Packaged up in perfectly pin-pointable context of a life span, section; maybe, maybe recoverable.
The quickness is an asset inextricable from the bountiful daily matrix of schedule.
Nonesuch agendas or grocery lists.
I want to SAVOR SHIT. (excuse the language. and the visual.)
I want my 35 minute morning in a sunny kitchen with the newspaper (not) and a plate of berries, a bowl of oatmeal. Those commercials- Lies! Who actually does that? IN A BATHROBE? More than twice a year?
Restructure the routine.
While flipping through some magazine, on some day of the week, in some library- I think it was Vogue- they profiled another up-and-coming, something or other stylist, fashion girl who's been working her ass off for years and might slip under the rug with the rest of the disposables but wait-- she said something worth holding on to.
Her 'style motto' or whatever the cutesy journalistic lingo was, emphasized the timeless. (ugh, yes I know).
But then I'll look at someone like my brother-in-law who packed it all in and moved to the States from the DE and what those things were that he made room for....
An unbreakable; in all categories of design, craftsmanship, usability, and necessity- Alessi espresso pot, it's nicked and worn and wonderfully broken in and makes the tastiest. His grandfather's crazy lighter which is wood and round and bulky and strange but damnit if it's not the coolest, most treasured lighter in East Harlem. Two small crates of records, and the Technics to make them sound. We've probably heard every record in there more than a fair share but they play so fresh each time (the medium is the message with that one.). Then there's a pair of mugs (it's not really a mug so much as a large tea cup) with a small pair of eyes watching you sip, reminding you that "kunst offert die augen", art gives eyes. A few choice pieces for die wardrobe (count a top hat and ascot- ahhah), tailored blazer, busted, trusted kicks and bye bye Berlin. The rest to be built up with (I imagine) the continued discretion of preference and taste. Bit by bit with some things lasting for the passing on. There's a pocket watch in there somewhere, too (obligatory).

Who said discrimination always has to be bad? There's no room for all the crap this world has produced, continues to produce. Can we get this memo out?? It's bad for the environment, it's bad for aesthetic sensibility, any semblance of character or sense of worth and/or value (human, material, spiritual, social), and, in many cases, it's a big ol write-off because no profits can be weasled out of increasingly tight wallets and, hopefully, increasingly sophisticated sensibilites. Chalk it up as a step in the wrong direction towards right, throw it into the $0.99 bin. Relics. Was the bottom line worth this?

::In search of the anomolies. Those misplaced days that don't fit in along the timeline of the others. The ones that will forever and always stick out in your memory because of that je ne sais quoi factor, that little bit of morning light that managed to catch you catching it. Mutual appreciation, ah.

I think I'll make myself a cuppa and stare wistfully out the window now.