kissy smooth

so i’ve lost a few entries on this site after march. there were about two or three entries in april that i’ve written and have now disappeared into the smoky ether. there’s nothing i can do about it, really — i’ve not saved a backup of the entries locally, but you’ll just have to take my word for it that they were nothing short of brilliant.

really. mind-blowingly articulate and peppered with wit, witticism, and written with a keen eye for the human condition — its heroism, its banality, its fool-hardy bumbling.

like i said, brilliant.

but brilliant doesn’t make you more organized, however. at least, not like bob graham and his fantastic notebooks, which is a level of geekery i do so love.

i am not such a fantastic geek. i, me, myself: we are dork.

we may not rival bob graham with his thousands of notebooks, but we, dork, have a whole lot of them. some are empty, some were given away to less fortunate, deprived people who’ve not the joy of really good writing paper (and which didn’t really meet my standards of really good writing paper, hence the donation), and some are full of inane scribbles and doodles framing long to-do lists that repeat themselves over three or four or many more pages: because they either never get done, or they are waiting on others to review and approve, or because the universe really doesn’t like us.

all because we are dork.

and we are dork, but we are also not organized. we forget to take vitamins, we forget that our eye doctor appointment happens three weeks from now, but know that our central park sketching meetup happens in two saturdays and hence have just purchased good sneakers for it and future meetups. we forget to buy presents for our parents, but shop for pens almost daily. we forget to write for a friend’s fledgling website, but think about what to write for our blog because it’s fallen into neglect.

so yesterday, i decided to try bob graham’s method of writing down a daily activity log. and i discovered that it is unbelievably difficult to write things down on a bus chugging along the gowanus and its endless blessings of construction and potholes, and jerkoffs who cut off a bus and think their puny suvs won’t get trampled on by a vehicle thrice the size. less difficult is tracking emails and extracting tasks from them — which i do anyway on a pad of doane paper with a trusty, fine-pointed, stiff-nibbed fountain pen. also less difficult is tracking daily spending, which i keep in a levenger notebook along with various slips of receipts for bank atms, metrocard receipts, paystubs, and random sticky notes waiting to be transformed into magic line items with empty checkboxes on the to-do list.

so us dork is almost there, but the dream of being bob graham with his faithful log of daily life stuff is geekery yet to be attained.