10.6.25 - LISTS OF LISTS OF LISTS

10.6.26

KCMO

Dear Pocky Pounders, Skor Swallowers, and Biscuit Brainiacs,

Up early on a Sunday, one of my favorite times to not be hungover. I make a sh*t list for the coming week. 3-plus years alcohol free has proved I am a knucklehead with or without it, but having Sunday morning back never gets old. And just to remind again, if you quit buying alcohol, you have more money for records. I picked up The Gun Club’s Mother Juno on my rounds with Dave, and took advantage of a Numero Group sale.

I have a rough relationship with lists—I make them, I strike off items—but lists sort of irritanted and rankle more than anything. I still keep a bullet journal but it is sporadic at times. A good general sh*t list seems workable these days, not too rigid, not too open-ended. Lists can turn into a big neon “MORE MORE MORE!” with a rude sign-spinner on the corner whose placard says “never enough, never enough.” At their worst lists become a place for tasks to go inert. An intentional procrastination list is a toxic thing, indeed.

Never leave resting off your list, also.

Is their a stunt memoir about My Year of Lists? My Year of No Lists? Who wrote the first to-do list? Probably the same gal who threw a pot-plant on a fire and got pre-historic munchies. Google this and you will find a lot about lists. Ben Franklin was an early adapter of the to-do list. My friend Brad keeps the Magna Carta of lists, with sub-lists and sub-sub lists. Another important list? All of the Marvel movies, in the order in which they are best watched.

Your truly,

DJ