I've always admired people who carry notepads. These are the universe's real entrepreneurs, the people who know that brilliance is bound to arise from spontaneity and the embrace of any idea, no matter how silly. So I thought I was being a saavy, constructive little idea-maker by taking advantage of my Blackberry's memo pad. It's a very useful function, but lately, a pattern is emerging. I'll be out drinking wine somewhere, getting tipsy, letting life become art and vice versa. And then days later, I will read my memo entries. And they will have ZERO significance to me. Is this a the Guitar Hero's version of a drunk dial? I found an entry the other day that said "Greg Brown - Rescue - Whitney Hopter Graphics". Having no recollection of the meaning of these words, especially in this sequence, I Googled them. (Does one always capitalize Google? Does this insult the theists? Are we even there yet?) I found a painting of a pickle swinging into the arms of a tomato on a chopping board. ?!? Did I want this painting? Does the pickle have significance? (Am I pregnant?) Or even better, my entry under the heading "Books". Two words: "Jurassic Park". Jurassic Park?! The Michael Crichton book? Didn't it come out when I was in 4th grade?
All I know for sure is this: the depths of my gray matter are a strange, strange place. We'll just have to wait and see what flash of genius the next pinot noir sends my way.
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