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.
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!
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.]