November 3, 2009
I'm a list person. Notes and lists script my life. I jot down lots of stuff:
- search expressions throughout the day (today's is "site:npr.org momofuku"),
- things to pick up on the way home (floss),
- what's for dinner that night (seared scallops on a bed of arugula, buy arugula),
- new food experiments (steamed, pork-stuffed dim sum) ...
The notes are often cryptic; only things meaningful to me really. It may sound counterintuitive, but my note liberates me so I can walk around mindfully and not get hit by a car walking across High St.
Tonight I saw this on the desk and I paused. She's going to be a list person. Borderline Type A I fear. I know I'm responsible, but don't regret it. I know nothing can be done, for better or worse.