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6.17.09
When I was a kid, I loved playing “office”. I know this sounds crazy, but there was nothing that I loved more than going to the bank with my mom so I could steal deposit slips. I especially liked the ones with carbon paper. I had collections of forms taken from anywhere I could get them, from survey cards from restaurants to customs forms from the post office. I would arrange them neatly in piles in my desk drawers. One time I even saved up my money and went to Staples to buy a pad of job application forms. Yes, that’s right. And I made my family fill them out and I filed them into a binder alphabetically. What’s amazing is that if I showed you what I am surrounded by right now as I recall this strange childhood memory (scattered post-its with scrawled notes stuck to everything, piles of papers spilling sideways underneath dirty dishes and pens without caps under tangles of wires), you would be very confused. What happened? Anyway, why I am telling you all this is because when I got this journal in the mail, my childhood love for the neat “office” life came back. The journal is made from all different kinds of randomly assorted found papers. There’s pages from old accounting ledgers and legal pads, grammar school writing papers from around the world, letterheads, job application forms(!!!), and even sheets full of Braille. It’s all collected and bound into a clean chipboard cover with a nice embossed scissors on the front. I know most people will be more excited that this paper is being given a second life, but as for me, I’m so happy to pretend I’m six years old again and fill all these tiny boxes with made-up numbers. ha! You can get one of these lovely journals here. |
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