—Daniel Simon, Why we Need Literary Translation Now
Nina’s for what ails you. (Taken with instagram)
Hopefully. (Taken with instagram)
I love this state. (Taken with Instagram at DEN Concourse B)
There is exactly one good reason to be awake at this hour: leaving town. (Taken with Instagram at Minneapolis - St. Paul Int’l Airport (MSP) ✈)
Dear passive aggressive note leaver,
I am not sure to respond with disdain or compassion, but all things (namely, my disposition) considered, I am going with disdain.
First, you have no idea what you are dealing with. I might not be as good at the passive part of the note leaving, but I lived among the Swiss, I am no stranger to your tactics.
Second, I do not care. If I had the wherewithal to care, I would also have to summon the motivation to do something. It is raining. Not going to happen. You have no idea how little I am paid. Also not going to happen. And that I am taking three classes, working, and generally care more about every other part of my life than I do the state of this building. Again, no. If you did not notice from my less than expert shoveling of the 84 inches of snow this winter (which I am sure you did, because you left a note in the snow), I am basically useless at anything that requires something you would find at a hardware store. Not. Going. To happen.
I am also moving out in two weeks. The negative energy that this note brings into my life is instantly erased by the happy though of me in a non-smoking building where the only thing I have to be concerned about is myself.
PS- If nothing else, I commend you on your use of grammar and punctuation. I am serious. That is a rare quality in a passive aggressive note.
Taking an inventory in preparation for my impending move, I gathered up the books borrowed from various libraries.
The above photo sent me into a panic. I have now grouped the books by paper topic as well as due date and demand (I refuse, for example, to take back any book I started out as number 45 on the hold list for). Everything else goes back to the librar* tomorrow, and I am pronouncing a strict moratorium on random cookbooks, children’s books, novels with attractive covers, books about books, books about maps, or anything that should appear and beg me to take it home.