As I was putting together a computer from second hand parts, I found the old hard drive hadn't been erased.
This included the previous owners emails.
I felt conflicted about reading them.
But this passed quickly.
To my delight I discovered a correspondence between two people dating back to 1999.
They were truthful, touching and a little funny.
I became addicted and felt compelled to share it. Unedited.
Currently the uploading is on holidays. But Bored Olives will return 22nd April 2012. In the meantime you can read all the emails at http://boredolivesarchives.blogspot.com and subscribe to the next chapter at boredolives.com in the new year.
From: Stacey Marchenkova
To: dom borax < mailto:printthisplease@hotmail.com >
Sent: Friday September 18th, 1999 10:11AM
Subject: I’m awake, huh!?
Good morning darling… I am awake before 11:00… can you believe it?
I agreed to take oftenbark for a walk…your folks wanted it happen in the morning…so morning it was…8:00 to be precise…I even went to bed early in preparation…what’s happening to me…?
It's as if your travels have made a new woman of me…
It’s as if this two time frame fiasco is forcing me to be responsible or at least make a choice and I suspect my choice will be masochistic…
It has to be…
I need to be punished, right?
No, we need to be punished…
We are fools to love…
And one form of punishment is the Universe saying we can’t exist at the same time ...we can't exist at the same moment…
And we chose it…so we have consequences…
I don’t know what I’m saying…
I just feel a little lonely…
s
From: Stacey Marchenkova
To: dom borax < mailto:printthisplease@hotmail.com
Sent: Friday September 18th, 1999 10:24AM
Subject: Sorry
Sorry…bad day…not your fault…just missed you…but no need to take it out on you…you keep going there buster…build that future…and ignore me…or laugh at me…yes please laugh at me…that would make me feel so much better…really…
From: Stacey Marchenkova
To: dom borax < mailto:printthisplease@printthis.com >
Sent: Thursday, June 21st, 1999 23:58 PM
Subject: RE RE RE RE RE Matrix and Election
Dom,
Marcus is in bed…reading…I’m staying over…alone…and it’s only midnight….
He just turned the light is off…his book is on the bedside table…I’m having wine and time is slow…
I really liked your rave on time btw…really funny…though I think you forgot one attack on time…
Time is a scaremonger…it wakes you with a frightening loud smash to the head every morning…yelling ‘help help me!’...
you try to help, but it teases you with a snooze button…a calming option from the fear…
but time isn’t done with you yet…it alarms you ten minutes later…loving that this pattern of worry can be repeated time and time again…
(based on this – time sounds like a sadistic shrew, don’t you think?)
Anyway – that’s my attempt at blaming time…
Keep it if you like it and add it to your routine …I’m sure all the other girls you email will find it very amusing…
Sorry that sounds catty…didn’t mean it to be catty…I quit work tonight…so feeling a little vulnerable…
And I have to ask…in your spiel about time you talked about Bad timing…
‘He likes her. She likes someone else. He then likes someone else and she ends up liking him.’
From: Dom Borax
To: Stacey Marchenkova
Sent: Thursday June 21st, 1999 12:24PM
Subject: RE RE RE RE Matrix and Election
Hey Stacey,
I’ve been thinking more about time – how I relate to it – and I think I was too flippant in my previous email.
Here’s how I relate to time:
I wanted it to be faster when I was younger.
I want it to surprise me currently.
And I suspect I’ll want it to slow down in years to come.
Oh, man, I think that sounds twee.
I might try again. Here’s how I relate to time:
It shits me. Honestly. Time shits me.
The reason: I’ve done so many stupid things in my life I need to blame something.
So from this moment on: I blame you! Time!
Because I would like that time again, Time. You tease me with the concept – but it’s a lie.
You lie, Time!!
You’re fickle too. Why do you keep switching it up on us? You take an hour away and give it back according to what? Daylight saving? Fuck off, Time.
Not only that, but you blatantly self promote as well.
You’re everywhere. You’re on my bedside table, you’re on my wrist, you’re on the microwave and you’re on top of the Suncorp building. You’re even the top of these emails always putting your two cents in.
So what are you selling? Huh? What is the deal with such constant advertising? What’s your product?
Is it death?
Good product, Time, good product.
Death.
Hey and Time; what’s with the image shifts? Do you have body image issues, Time? Don’t you know who you are, Time? Do you have to constantly change your appearance to get attention?
I mean, one moment you’re an hour glass, the next moment you’re a digital watch. Make up your mind, Time. No one will be able to relate to you, Time if you have so many disguises.
So be yourself and stop hiding behind your brands; then maybe you might find love.
Finally Time, what’s with your humour?
What’s with this thing you call ‘dramatic irony?’
Where is the gag in what you call ‘bad timing!?’
How is there a joke in, ‘He likes her, she likes someone else, he then likes someone else and she ends up liking him.’
That’s not funny, time; really not that funny.
Dom
PS And OCD is just Time offering a no-win duel. This is what Time would say if you challenged it:
Time – Do you want to fight me? You can fight me if you want. Pistols at Dawn. But apologies in advance - I might be late.
From: Stacey Marchenkova
To: dom borax < mailto:printthisplease@printthis.com >
Sent: Wednesday, June 20th, 1999 22:52 PM
Subject: RE RE Matrix and Election
Hey you must be really busy…three days between emails and such a short one…Are you busy? Working…? In love…?...You know!!??
As for me…I’ve had too much time on my hands...getting less hours at the bar…thinking of quitting anyway…not sure how good it is for my world view…
Not sure what I’d do if I quit, though…
…of course I shouldn’t be pre planning or looking forward…as you well know my anxiety will creep in and dominate…but I have to admit that, lately I’ve been thinking more about what I want to do…time has become kinda odd…
I have such a fucked up relationship with time…I try ever so hard not to look at the clock or count seconds…for I know if I do, I might not stop…
Sometimes I even will time to go faster…
…indeed…here’s a confession…as much as I state I live in the moment…I often exist a few beats ahead of myself…
I’m generally thinking of my next action…
…for example…I’m making a cup of tea …but my head is actually contemplating sitting down after making the tea…I’m ahead of myself…
…this makes me clumsy…I drop things…I trip…..I cut or burn myself…see, I’m actually not in the moment…so I crash against it…
I suspect this has to do with chaos…and if I can control it a little then maybe I have purpose, intent and place…
I do this when crossing the road…do you do this…?
What I do is I watch the cars driving past…I see a gap in the traffic…I cross…
…but as I’m crossing I’m one step ahead again…I see myself on the other side of the road…but I’ve placed a rule on it…I’ve made a deal…the deal is to get across that side of the road and beyond that tree before that fast approaching sedan passes me…
(and here’s the kicker)
… if I don’t get to the tree in time…something awful will happen…I’ll lose my job…my house will be robbed…someone I know might even die…
Isn’t that mad? For a moment I truly believe I have the fate of another in my hands…of course rationally I know this is not the case…but as I stand on the kerb…I think I might be some sort of god…and I mean that with no sense of self importance :)
Anyway…I’ve taken too much of your time…I hope you’re having a damn fine happy sexy time…
S xx
PS I thought Election was a little smug…it felt like it was film scared of women…Matrix on the other hand…
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