One candle. Cream. Unscented.
Currents from the Dancing River: Contemporary Latino Fiction, for lesson planning creative writing classes for immigrants.
Photo negatives, mostly from New Year’s Eve in New York.
A photograph of me, taken by me, in my bathroom because there is better light, for a trial on-line dating profile. The trial is going swimmingly well, assuming I want to date John Lovitz.
A box of 4 gourmet chocolates, the latest copy of GQ Magazine, a Sudoku book, a crumpled map of Indiana Amish country saved from the last time I saw him: All items for a care package for Josh who is a pilot in the navy, and just left for three months at sea.
A piece of particle board with a stretched piece of watercolor paper glued to it.
A surgical technique manual for a titanium intervertebral disc cage, designed for both anterior and posterior implementation.
An exam: “1. From the superior to the inferior, list the five major regions of the spine; indicate the type of curvature it has. Write the tame of each component of a typical vertebra on the spaces provided.”
Two ink pens.
A small rock.
A receipt from Nina’s Coffee Shop.
A postcard from Greece.
5 comments:
That is one large coffee table. I can only fit the remote and a box of Kleenex on mine.
Cavu has a very interesting coffee table. It is also good for holding bottles of wine and plates of cheese and fruit.
I don't have a coffee table, but I do have an extra desk that is always piled with all sorts of crap.
Damn, you've got good stuff, Cavu! I'll take donations, for sure.
I just pile my crap on the floor these days. And then I trip over it. It's such a mess it's not even worth listing it.
I did enjoy reading your list, Cavu.
Doesn't sound too bad, though I suppose the level of mess could be determined by a stuff to table surface area ratio, adjusted by a neatness factor.
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