chocolate easter bunny catharsis

What is it about chocolate Easter bunnies that makes me happy? The dismemberment. Not so much the consumption since usually it’s cheap chocolate, but there’s something so cathartic about taking a cute little chocolate bunny, cutting off its ears, then its feet, then its head, et cetera. It’s like the Black Knight … but for the bunny. “Tis but a scratch!” Chomp.

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cutting up glossies

At work, I’m organizing files to be archived. In the file cabinets there were some magazines, but only certain articles were relevant for the archives, meaning … I had to cut up an Artforum. ACK!

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I am one of those people who does not write in books. I don’t highlight. I don’t even fold pages. I just do not mess with publications. It seems so blasphemous. And then to CUT UP a magazine, especially one like Artforum? Sadness. Pure sadness in my mind. Especially because according to the archiving procedures, I had to cut out the relevant articles AND the cover … and the rest of the mutilated glossy could go into recycling.

Sigh. I have a stack of Better Homes and Gardens and I don’t even tear those apart. I might place a post-it note on an article to get back to, but I don’t think I could bring myself to destroy it. Oy. Yes, I’m a bit neurotic about these things, but it truly pained me to cut up those magazines!

[NOTE: This post originally appeared on a now-deleted blog and is reposted here for my own sake.]