Down to business
Sep. 26th, 2013 08:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueDecided yesterday to be the spam filter for our metaspace household, which gets quite a lot of junk mail - one of those side effects of being a group of adults who are, on the whole, politically active, involved in charitable work, members of multiple museums, and part of various investment portfolios. A lot of mail comes in, very little of which we actually care to read. It piles up on the newel post "to look through later," and this pile gets several feet tall and then is knocked over.
This has a certain type of efficiency, in that everyone would like to ignore this mail and it is ignored. But it has a certain inefficiency because it could be thrown away much more quickly, and because occasionally real mail is overlooked. I have therefore taken it upon myself to be the thower away, even though 80% or more of the mail is not addressed to me. But honestly it's not addressed to anyone, regardless of having a name on front.
I have already made 25 cents from my new job, because of the way charities sometimes attach coins to their pleas to send them money. Used it in a parking meter. Handy. I could potentially make as much as a dollar an hour at this rate. (Signs point to no.)
Had Scarlett over for dinner and filmed four of seven shots for the new short film, which is honestly not a short film so much as an art project, and is not even exactly that. Am hence mulling over how to credit everyone correctly. Suspect now that Ciro has brought it up that this may be another of those pieces where everyone gets angry at me for being baffling even though I am myself despondent that I am too obvious and lack nuance. (Women and water imagery? Eggs? A presentation of a refridgerator that looks vaginal? I should probably be fired.)
Scarlett has discovered something called "duck bacon," as in bacon made from ducks. Have not yet tried it, but am curious. Mom made pesto, because it is the time of year when the garden basil is going to die and therefore might as well be cut to nothing. The basil slaughter commences, the basil reaping. My new slippers have arrived from LL Bean and are very warm. There will be no chillblains this winter, I daresay.
This has a certain type of efficiency, in that everyone would like to ignore this mail and it is ignored. But it has a certain inefficiency because it could be thrown away much more quickly, and because occasionally real mail is overlooked. I have therefore taken it upon myself to be the thower away, even though 80% or more of the mail is not addressed to me. But honestly it's not addressed to anyone, regardless of having a name on front.
I have already made 25 cents from my new job, because of the way charities sometimes attach coins to their pleas to send them money. Used it in a parking meter. Handy. I could potentially make as much as a dollar an hour at this rate. (Signs point to no.)
Had Scarlett over for dinner and filmed four of seven shots for the new short film, which is honestly not a short film so much as an art project, and is not even exactly that. Am hence mulling over how to credit everyone correctly. Suspect now that Ciro has brought it up that this may be another of those pieces where everyone gets angry at me for being baffling even though I am myself despondent that I am too obvious and lack nuance. (Women and water imagery? Eggs? A presentation of a refridgerator that looks vaginal? I should probably be fired.)
Scarlett has discovered something called "duck bacon," as in bacon made from ducks. Have not yet tried it, but am curious. Mom made pesto, because it is the time of year when the garden basil is going to die and therefore might as well be cut to nothing. The basil slaughter commences, the basil reaping. My new slippers have arrived from LL Bean and are very warm. There will be no chillblains this winter, I daresay.
