Off and on for many years I've kept a notebook of pithy sayings, ads that caught my eye, cartoons, notable quotes and generally good ideas. Sadly, I haven't done it for a while, as I've traded my PC for paper.
I find I've missed it, so Friday I decided it was time to go back to paper. I picked up a Moleskine which I'm not yet happy with. It's too new, perhaps the wrong size and cumbersome. My fault, I should have paid more attention while shopping, but eventually I'll come to appreciate my new version.
Completely unexpectedly, I uncovered an older notebook Saturday afternoon. The day was cold rainy and generally miserable, so I spent an unplanned afternoon reviewing the past. Most of the entries date from the mid 90's, and I thought I'd show how the more things change the more my tastes remain the same.
Consciously, I couldn't have told you what was in here. As soon as I dove into the pages I was flooded with old and mostly very fond memories.
This was the cover page, stolen from The HitchHikers Guide to the Universe
Perhaps one time wished for , but never, ever happened in real life.
This was my life, 24/7.
The linen suit obsession festered for a very long time.
Hidden within those pages was my daily exercise routine too. I better get back to it.
Toad
5 comments:
i kept a journal for years and years. sadly, about 5 years ago i just lost interest. i like to think i became more adjusted in life, so i didn't need to have "threapy" with myself anymore. one time i went back and read some of the entries, and one in particular, was written in the winter in my apartment that had no central heating. even though i re-read it several years later during the height of summer, i actually felt cold as the memories became so vivid.
Love the Calder ad. Being sans computer right now, I revisited 3 boxes of documents this weekend-including old journal entries. Must be something in the air.
This might be good for a laugh...
http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2009/02/24/122-moleskine-notebooks/
Thank you Anon, I've thrown mine away.
It's wonderful (if often only wonderfully humbling) stumbling upon old notebooks, isn't it?
You must have been an attorney in a past life if you were once a billable hours drone? You seem too nice for that, but it happens to many of us.
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