If it all goes to ashes and dust tomorrow...

[Angela]

I will have made a single batch of decent biscuits, and watched Xanadu on Showtime.  I will be wearing the same pajamas I wore yesterday, waiting for my Word Feud opponent on Kindle to make a fucking play.  None of the bills will have been paid, but my gas tank will be full in case anyone wants to dump my cremated remains out of a convertible.  My family will find things in my personal effects I do not want them to find, in spite of the serious purge I made this spring.  I will have listened to “Built to Last” hundreds of times in a futile attempt to internalize its message.  It won’t matter that the house is dirty and the yard is overgrown; but maybe I should have this computer wiped.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MiC1AZBLp1M

[bolton carley]

i promise you that leaving your computer to one of us will make you the next picasso of words.  i love this.  and i love that you broke out the fuck for your opponent and i'd definitely eat those biscuits.  but you better not be ashes or dust anytime soon!

[Angela]

Bill, you remember the curator.  Thank you.

[Gita]

I vote for purging your hard drive, then burying it in that overgrown garden.

Send your finest lingerie to an old lover so that he is stirred despite himself.

Bon voyage.

 

[Bill Floyd]

I'd say you've written a few perfect stories, too, to go with the biscuits.  And you shouldn't have the computer wiped--you should stipulate in your will that the hard drive is to be sent anonymously out into the world, to someone who will have no idea who you are or where you're from or who this "curator" is.  Mystery and wonder will survive ashes and dust.   

[Mike Handley]

Congrats on the biscuits!