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Found Friday: List Love

Some of my favorite found lists. This crazy one was found by our friend Jenifer in Philadelphia, outside of her art gallery:

What is going on?? You be the judge.
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You know you’re in the South when…

  • young folk call you ‘Ma’am’ or ‘Sir’
  • there aren’t enough ‘buggies’ to go around in the Goodwill
  • you take a left after Rodney’s Rockets to get to work
  • you see a guy walking along a main road, just carrying a big old flag
  • it’s okay to make a pile of stuff in your yard and just set it on fire
  • the square footage of the cars on your lawn > your actual living space
  • you have pit stains just going to get the mail (and it’s not even June)
  • removing bugs from the house is a daily occurrence
  • you see a spiky spider egg case by your front door and you hope it’s from the adorably punk-rock Spiny Orb-Weaver spider, but it’s not–it’s from a Brown Widow
  • you can drive 10 miles in any direction and find some crazy rural roadside art
  • you can’t buy beer on a Sunday, even though it’s for sale in the grocery store
  • the clerks at the post office don’t care for the modern art stamps you’re so excited about
  • buildings are stuccoed in oyster shells
  • road names are really creative
  • yard sales are year-round
  • you can’t find any good shopping lists because people don’t litter down here
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List Love: Job City

I used to cringe when I thought about how many jobs I’ve had in my life, never really staying in one place for too long. Was my ADD that bad? Could I not commit? A lot of people have the same job for years–what was wrong with me? It wasn’t until I owned my first business that I realized the problem all along: I was meant and designed to work for myself. Some jobs I liked better than others, but I’ve never flourished in places that didn’t give me enough to do, that were micromanaged, that were challenging without being overwhelming, or that didn’t allow me to use my unique skill set to improve things, if I could. As a highly-sensitive person, the noises and smells (esp. perfumes/colognes) were too much. I always felt trapped, and eventually quit. Now I’m grateful for all of those skills and little backgrounds, and just as appreciative for learning how I didn’t want my work life and immediate environment to be. They have all led me to my current–and most confident–path. I almost thought it would never come.

‘List your past jobs’
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Cookies (lots of them)

This is what my book title of found grocery and other lists will be when I publish it, and it’s inspired by an exact item from one of my all-time favorite list finds (Wal-Mart parking lot, Woodbury, NJ, 2018).

Discovering and picking up scraps of paper that strangers have discarded is fascinating to me, but it’s also kinda gross. I’m a bit of a germophobe and a nearly-compulsive hand washer, so I do my best to suspend any reservations I have about carrying around dirty found-on-the-ground lists until they’re safe at home in a sealed germy box and my hands are thoroughly disinfected. But I must do it. I must pick them up, because any tiny bit of info about humanity I could possibly garner is valuable stuff. It’s a universal thing to want to know about other humans and to figure out how we’re doing by comparison. I read the FOUND zines sometime back in 2015, over a dozen years after they were first published. I’d seen them online and thought they looked interesting, but didn’t read them til later for whatever reason. Turns out later was the right time, because FOUND: The Musical came to town at the end of 2016, and Davy Rothbart came to Temple University in March of 2017. If FOUND hadn’t been on my radar at that time, I probably would have missed both awesome events. We got to meet Davy and his brother Peter (a musician who makes songs out of some of the finds) and read some of our own finds for the podcast he recorded at Temple. Not sure if our reads ever made the cut, but if I find out they did, I’ll post it on here.

I had collected lost handwritten notes before finding FOUND, but after those experiences, I was a hard-core devoted Finder of Lost Lists, Notes, and Other Interesting Things. I post them regularly on #FoundStuffFridays from my Instagram account @themcclectic. It’s the one instance I don’t mind people littering. There are lots of us finders out there, and you’re probably one too–if you’re curious, vigilant, and willing to pick up stepped-on, driven-over crumpled-up papers for a chance of getting a peek into the human brain. We’re ALL quirky, every one of us. Some hide it better than others (not it), and I really enjoy seeing those quirks expressed in something as simple as a grocery list item like ‘cookies (lots of them).’