Friday, November 24, 2006
loser!
When I made my recent list of what the seven dwarves would be if the story was staged in my brain, I did not include "Loser." But maybe that was an omission, or at least would be the added dwarf if the story morphed from "Snow White" to "Eight Is Enough." Because, whoa, am I a loser. Not in the broad sense where y'all should be worried about my self-esteem, but in the literal sense of someone who loses things. Whenver I see that bumper sticker that says "Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most," I think the person clearly has not lost the things I've lost. Of all the things I've lost, I miss my iPod the most. Or, maybe my last cel phone. Or, maybe the cel phone before that. Or, maybe one of the 183 stocking caps, 327 umbrellas, or 978 pairs of gloves I've lost over the years. I bought a new blazer this month; if not for someone chasing after me, I would have left it in the room where I gave my talk in Dallas. The lost-and-found tag above is for the man-purse that someone found in the hotel, which if not for someone's honesty would have resulted in the loss of my digital camera (yeah, Mom, the one you gave me) and my wrestling mask (yeah, Sal, the one you gave me).
Tonight: I had Thanksgiving with a friend in Dorchester, which involved a 45 minute subway ride. On the ride home I was reading Jon Elster's Nuts and Bolts for the Social Sciences. I walked directly from the train station home. I get home, and I realize the book is gone. Did I somehow leave it behind on the train? Did I drop it? Did it self-destruct? Did it fall into the same strange spatiotemporal fold that also holds roughly 25% of the would-be-reimbursable travel receipts I accumulate over the course of a professional trip? Who knows?
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5 comments:
The Misplacer would be a good superhero name.
How is this character heroic again?
Well, it would be a flawed hero. But now I'm thinking that maybe The Misplacer would be an even better villain. Especially as a well-intention villain who just causes heinous things to happen by losing things.
Have you considered moving to cargo pants? Not only do they offer those big pockets, big enough even for books the size of "nuts and bolts...", but there is also the benefit of feeling the weight and shape of the loaded pockets.
I've been reading your blog for awhile now, but this is my first comment.
I just started loosing stuff VERY recently, and during the past month it's gotten bad. I lost my first real watch - the kind of watch "grown ups" wear. I got it as a gift and it's gone. If I had to speculate about it's fate: locker-room-door-prize for the person who used the middle locker in the middle row shortly after I did - the ONE time I've made it to the gym during the past 4 months. That'll teach me to exercise. I also lost a cell phone (slid out of my carry-on luggage on the plane while I was traveling for an interview?). I managed to hold on to my ipod but lost the earphones.
All this to say, I feel your pain.
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