This is your correspondant blogging from within the annals of power. Assiting the CEO this week. Oh did you know he is also the chariman of the hmmm-hmmm. It’s too sensitive – I can’t tell you anymore!
I love this shit. I am trying to incorporate it into my play which is now not just about boys but also about men a little bit! And adequacy, inadequacy and power. Anyway, don’t worry about that. Just this...
Some things never change whether you’re at your kitchen counter on Sked Street or in the heart of HQ NYC. One of those things is junk mail. Junk mail is amazing. Why was this sent? We need answers. Why do we live knowing we’ll die? What is the soul and where does it reside? Who sends this trash by mail?
Also, on the subject of Xmas cards – if you have a COMPANY - or you have COMPANY CONTACTS, send an invitation to a party or send nothing at all. Save a tree. Save an admin.
XO
miss you
A
1 comment:
It does seem the same here and there. Wild. I've been having an awful time concentrating on it. But I've been thinking about the adult children I've been playing with. They are almost dangerously smart. Anyway, I don't have anything to say that's worth hearing this evening.
Much love...
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