Memories and Labels

[da]

Last night at a birthday party a few folks and I were musing about parents and the memories that kids solely have through the photos and the stories the parents told. Someone had the observation, "Man, I'm glad I didn't grow up when there was Photoshop; they could've totally made up stories and had the photos to back them up." That's creepy, but I bet it's been done. I wonder if there's a commercial company for that yet.

Today's been slow and calm. I took R. for a nice walk in the drizzle, ran errands, and went to Staples. I came home with the two items I went there for, and one of them wasn't a label maker. I still want one, as impractical a purchase as it is. Mmmm. Labels.

One part of the Getting Things Done extravaganza that amuses me is its invitation for people to buy a label maker. So organizing becomes more fun- if you've got a new topic, *bam*, print a new label, stick it on a file folder, and file it away. Viscerally, I like that. But I don't label nearly enough to justify. I wouldn't even label my pets like somebody I know.

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[says-simon.livejournal.com]

When I was little, I woke up one Christmas to find actual photos of Santa Claus putting my presents under the tree. Of course it never occurred to me that since these were not Polaroids, they would have had to been developed, which takes time. It turns out that my dad had a Santa costume from work a week before Christmas, and mom already had all the presents, so they set up the whole thing for me. I wish I still had the pictures. It was quite a wonderful present and helped me believe in Santa for a little while longer.

[da-lj.livejournal.com]

"Of course it never occurred to me that since these were not Polaroids"...

But, see, you're thinking with adult logic. Santa's magic. If he can be in a million chimneys at the same time, photos back in time should be a snap. :)