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Tidying Up Art by Ursus Wehrli

Wehrli takes everyday scenes of disorder and rearranges them into neat rows, sorted by different attributes such as color, size, shape, and type, etc.

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My Inner Old Bitty

  I’m not sure where exactly or how long ago I ran across Mary Schmich’s column in the Chicago Tribune, but it’s been rotating more noisily than usual between my ears lately. Her essay titled “Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young” in 1997 is written by her inner graduation speaker and dolls out the simplicities in life all young people should appreciate. What attracted me to this essay at first was her inclusion of wearing sunscreen to protect your skin. As a fair skinned redhead, I can most certainly appreciate that advice and have found myself tapping into my psyche’s repressed old woman. What would she miss the most? If I went over to learn a new cross-stitching technique on ‘some idle Tuesday’ that Schmich’s column reminds us of, what would she ramble on about beneath her perm and wide-rimmed specs?

    You are young and you should not give a damn. This is the time in your life where you can eat whatever you want at barbecues and still look hot. This is a small stretch of time where your skin tans perfectly and your body radiates more energy than any ball of flaming helium and hydrogen. This is when you are required to thrive on six hours of sleep a night - going to bed late and intoxicated to wake up early and lay out with your girlfriends in the ten a.m. sun. Cover your eyes with dandelions, laugh about how much you’re in love with the idea of love, and steal alcohol from your parents for those fruity mimosas you drink from Tiki goblets, and read soft-core erotica novels.

    You see, you’ll have no lessons to teach your children if you go about being teenaged and twenty too seriously. They need to hear about your snow-drifting, trespassing, strange encounters with postage stamps, and other smelly things. They need to understand how horrible your stomach felt the morning after seeing Sound Tribe Sector 9 and to stumble upon the estranged shoe box full of pictures of you and your bad decisions. They need to understand that their mother was not always so saggy or square; its absolutely necessary if they’re ever going to take your advice seriously.

    Yes, study hard, ace your nursing exams, and drink gallons of water to pass everything else. Understand what you need to, memorize sexy phrases in foreign languages, and become the greatest lover you can. Don’t try too hard to be memorable, the one’s who you’ve impacted will carry you on forever in stories and ‘remember when’s. Time is a silly thing, isn’t it? It’s capitalized on by business men and idealized within the industrial revolution’s motto of time equating money equating happiness. Time pulls taught bodies closer to the ground they’ll soon be buried under, so, please fall flailing your limbs and flapping your imagination’s wings as if they’ll carry you anywhere else because they will.

    I guess what I’m trying to do here is tap farther into my salad days and find what it is I’ll miss most when skydiving and elopement from home is no longer an option. “You’ll look back … and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you.”

I’m not wasting myself. I’m worth happiness. I’m not worth you.

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by Katrina Wendt