Warning Label

Mixing archival research and packing can be dangerous to your will to simplify.

It's not that I'm under the illusion that I will ever be famous/infamous/just-plain-interesting enough to be the subject of some 23rd century budding historian's research project ...

but ...

It appears that my 15 weeks of digging through archives and often wishing that Mr. Jijón y Caamaño or Bishop Gonzalez Suarez or, heaven forfend, Mr. Joaquín Pinto himself had kept (or written) a few more letters ... specifically letters touching on themes of interest to me ... has left a bit of a mark on my psyche.

I mean, what if some erstwhile graduate student interested in the decline of conventional mail wants to see what sorts of events occasioned hand-written notes? Or has an interest in the use of vintage images? Or wonders about the ritual practice of faux-religious holidays like St. Valentine's day?

That stack of cards and letters that has been building in our dining room could just be the goldmine that future-grad-student has been longing for. How can I deprive her of it?

Well, anyway, I'm having trouble recycling cards and letters (which makes me wonder, with fear in my heart, if we still have the letters that Anna and I exchanged in the first year of our relationship ... oh dear, I hope we threw those out in a fit of simplification) ... So, if your great, great, grandchild is trolling the dregs of the ancient archives of the world wide web and finds this blog post, he might just be able to go searching for the c.. & Anna miscellaneous crap archive at Podunk University in We-Were-Desperate's-Ville.

Send help.