On Facebook there are lists circulating asking details about a person’s interests, reading habits, memories, etc. with a request that they tag others to participate. Does anyone read the lists of anyone? Maybe someone they have a crush on for clues, but otherwise? I like questionnaires. I think they’re fun and ego gratifying to fill out but I don’t participate in the Facebook lists because afterward I feel like, “why did I do that?”
I like making lists. Here is my list of 100 mundane sentences without punctuation beginning with “I” of things that I did between 6:15 am and 2:30 pm on November 29.
- I woke at 6:15 am
- I leaned way off the bed to turn off the humidifier
- I can take only so much of the humidifier noise
- I know a humidifier is good for my complexion
- I pet the dogs
- I pulled my nightgown from beneath Roxy
- I poured coffee
- I use a Mr. Coffee-style automatic programmable coffee maker
- I don’t care that there are advances in coffee-making techniques
- I think Mr. Coffee is like having a servant
- I got back into bed
- I read a few wedding announcements in the Sunday New York Times
- I decided the gay marriage might last because they’re identical
- I read the entire article about Coty buying OPI nail polish
- I read this because I have a keen interest in nail polish and I was half asleep
- I turned back to the part where it said it was for 1 billion dollars CASH
- I learned that OPI was a dental product company Odontorium Products Inc
- I read a chapter from a friend’s book
- I turned on my office computer
- I got more coffee
- I made a mental note to water the plants
- I read email
- I responded to a writer who wants references for me as an editor
- I played Lexulous
- I went into my bedroom
- I stared at my workout clothes
- I got my client book and gym bag together
- I walked past the barking dogs
- I forgot my iPhone
- I walked two blocks to the F/G trains
- I had to wait through two F trains before the G train arrived
- I noticed the train was unusually packed with post-Thanksgivingers
- I got hit in the shoulder by a woman’s large bag swinging over me
- I told her to move her bag
- I said please
- I tripped off the train at Fulton Street
- I got my foot caught in a man’s suitcase handle
- I yelled “Jesus Christ!”
- I walked the two blocks to David’s house
- I was 5 minutes late when I buzzed his buzzer
- I walked past the dog statue and unpainted canvases
- I turned on the lights in his gym and inspected my flyaway hair
- I took weights off the bench press while waiting for him to come down
- I had a conversation with him about the Baldessari show
- I asked questions about who was at his Thanksgiving
- I told him I saw Tiny Furniture and what Theo said about it
- I listened to him describe an article about a 91-year-old woman athlete
- I admired his pecs and triceps
- I take the credit for how good they look
- I took the G train
- I got off at 4th Avenue and 9th Street by habit to go to the gym
- I went to the gym before I had time to talk myself out of it
- I read the article whilst on the Lifecycle about the 91-year-old woman athlete
- I ran on the treadmill and almost skipped over Amoreena by Elton John
- I then remembered Piper asking me when I knew I was a writer
- I listened to Elton sing “living like a lusty flower” and “…puppy child”
- I thought to tell Piper that words that hooked me made me write
- I pushed myself harder on abs and upper body
- I want to be an athlete at 91
- I walked home taking big steps and not stepping on cracks
- I walk faster that way if I make it a game
- I said hi to my upstairs person on the stoop and the dogs barked
- I put on the happy dogs’ leashes and we went out the gate
- I walked alongside a man the size of a tree in a suit
- I wanted to get ahead of him but the dogs stopped to pee
- I thought he didn’t see me behind him on the narrow sidewalk
- I texted Jenny a philosophical question about sex
- I read her reply that it’s not that simple and she was on a conference call
- I brushed the dogs teeth and gave them treats
- I took a shower
- I leaned against the shower tiles and several were loose
- I thought of Young Frankenstein when Gene Wilder spun around in the wall
- I didn’t put on eye makeup
- I am only going out again to walk the dogs later
- I put on lipstick because I can’t not wear lipstick once I start my day
- I wore stay-at-home rather than hit-by-car panties
- I don’t know if #76 makes sense to anyone
- I looked at my ass in the mirror to see if it is heading further south
- I made oatmeal with pecans, cranberries, and ginger syrup
- I read another chapter from another friend’s book
- I read a review of Steve Martin’s book but I don’t know
- I thought apropos of nothing that I hate the concept of flash mobs
- I think they are fascistic and conformist and militaristic
- I told Theo that idea last night while we ate at Romans and he said hmmm
- I paid ConEd and At&T bills
- I debated whether to buy gloves online that let you use an iPhone in winter
- I compared dog food prices online
- I looked at artsy candlesticks that I want
- I don’t use candles but maybe I would one day
- I screwed around on Facebook
- I wrote out a schedule for the rest of the day
- I do this so that I will schedule writing and then stick to it
- I sat down to write this list
- I should be writing my book
- I wrote “write 1-2pm”
- I am writing but not what I’m supposed to be writing
- I am bad at enforcing my own rules
- I made coffee
- I think this list is pretentious
- I will ask Jenny
I read that article and was bolstered by the fact that she started exercising way late in life I like flashmobs but not when they are doing conformist, non-get-you-kicked-out-of-the-mall things. Having a very fat ass, I can't imagine what I would look for as a sign that it was going South. Is it "selling out" when a dental devices company that makes all the nail polish at my nail place sells itself for a cool billion to a company that makes cheap junior high school perfume? Did anyone explain how dental products led to nail polish? Should I be creeped out?
ReplyDeletePretention is in the eye of the beholder, or rather, the reflection of the eye in the nail polish made by the people who bring you dental dams.
I love you whomever you may be. Keeping my ass north is a fitness goal. It's about working out harder. My least-hardest workout is harder now than it was when I was in my 40s. I want to workout harder than that because it makes my body feel good. But on to the more important topic:
ReplyDeleteThe dental guy realized that his products made for very hard nail polish. The article didn't explain this leap. Maybe he's a drag queen? He marketed it to salons under the same company name OPI, and it took off. Not a sell out but like me, someone who does two unrelated things (though no one is buying my personal training nor freelance editing businesses for a billion bucks)
Ok ladies, can we find another metaphor for drooping body parts? Some of us are Southerners and mildly irritated at the implication that "going South" is undesirable.
ReplyDeleteI don't think the list is pretentious; in fact, I found it an interesting read. And I found the "selling out" characterization in the foregoing comment interesting also.
Per Business 2.0 article (Sept. 2004),Odontorium Products Inc. originally produced false teeth using a very hard acrylic lacquer. The company, based in Los Angeles (where else, given the success of its next product line?), was purchased in 1981 by a very clever fellow who recognized how much women would pay for pretty white teeth (especially, I suppose, when the alternative is to have no teeth--pretty, white or otherwise). The entrepreneurial leap from hard white lacquer for false teeth and hard colored laquer for false nails does not seem olympian to me. (I don't use nail polish and, personally, would find the case for spending money on teeth, when one does not have any, more compelling than the case for coloring one's nails, but I realize that there are hard core femmes out there for whom the choice, if budgetary constraints required it, would be agonizing. One wonders if, despite all the speculation in other directions, such a choice could have been behind the famous Mona Lisa smile; hard to say, as her finger nails, only two of which are visible in the painting, are too obscured in shadow to make a definitive judgment on whether she chose the nail polish. She unquestionably was a femme, however, so the theory might deserve further exploration.) Getting back to OPI,I do think an inspired leap was the innovative naming of the company's new product shades. Per 2004 Business 2.0 article, the names included: "Melon of Troy", "Not So Bora-Bora-ing Pink", and my personal favorite, "I'm Not Really a Waitress" (not that there's anything wrong with being a waitress). If any of you femmes out there would indulge me, I would love to hear the names of your favorite OPI shades.
Returning to my original point, however, I note that Mr. Clever bought the company in 1981 in order to make money; usually, "selling out" to a larger concern is the ultimate goal of such undertakings. I realize, however, that to those of you for whom having no (or inferior) nail polish would be a much greater poverty than having nothing to eat, Mr. Clever ranks right up there with Mother Teresa. After all, she did say (supposedly): "Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies." I am not sure that by "small things" she meant nail polish, lipstick, eye-makeup and hit-by-car panties, but speaking as one who has a deep, abiding appreciation of beautiful women, I would not argue the point if you cared to make it.
Oh, pardon, Anonymous Southerner. Good point.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the details about OPI. I wear "I'm Really Not A Waitress." If I wasn't in the great FREEZING North right now instead of Boogie-down Brooklyn (what color would that be?) I'd tell you, with pleasure, the names of my other OPI colors.
Mother Teresa ... lol.