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We have been silent witnesses to
To acknowledge the receipt of letters is always proper, to remove doubts of their miscarriage.
Three years later, Mr. Turley has received no reply to his letter. Nor can anybody account for the missing money: saints, it seems, are immune to audit.
This guy was making me tired. "Thanks for the afternoon's entertainment," I said. "I'll flush a copy of my bill down the toilet. You should be getting it in a couple of days.
Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers?
A number of visitors called this morning,' Finchley announced with some pride. He took a tray from a waiting footman and displayed it as if it were a baby. Sure enough there was a little heap of cardboard bits, embossed with the names of nobility, acquaintances, friends and the purely curious.
Applause is a receipt, not a note of demand.
I submit these assorted pieces of evidence I'm unwilling to categorize!
What happens to what's happened?
I hadn't showered
for days, Jack hadn't stopped crying in as many, and I was wondering
what the return policy was on an infant.
Procedures. Like "incident," this is another word that covers a broad range of unpleasant things.
Crowley had been extremely impressed with the warranties offered by the
computer industry, and had in fact sent a bundle Below to the department
that drew up the Immortal Soul agreements, with a yellow memo form attached
just saying: Learn, guys.
orders at home. Over the following
You get whatever you expect to get. The only question is. What do you want?
When you live your life through records, the records are a record of your life.
In communication, you get back what you send out.
Some of the craftiest scoundrels that ever walked this earth ... will gravely jot down in diaries the events of every day, and keep a regular debtor and creditor account with heaven, which shall always show a floating balance in their own favour.
You know your heart and soul are stapled to that manuscript, but what we see are the words on the paper
What gets measured, gets done. And what gets recognized gets done again, and even better.
The records made money, but I didn't get none.
You bought something. You shopped!"
"I didn't shop. I purchased what is likely stolen merchandise, or gray-market goods. It's potential evidence.
"Please tell me you didn't take a picture."
"I didn't take a picture," he confirmed.
I exhaled.
"I recorded it and just uploaded to Youtube.".
All alone in a committee room of the Senate Office Building in Washington, I was reading the dry typewritten pages in an unpublished report of an almost forgotten congressional committee hearing.
Letters are expectation packaged in an envelope.
documents, a glazed expression on his face.
orders. This report closely resem bles the Purchase Journal.
I've never kept a record of anything. I gave away everything: all the posters, the memorabilia that would have been helpful - and financially rewarding.
Could you double-check the envelope?
Statements, indictments, bills are circulated, shuffled between judges, prosecutors, the Attorney General, the Lord Chancellor's office; each step in the process clear, logical, and designed to create corpses by due process of law.
Organizations worried about the potential for e-voting problems have long-advocated for audit procedures by which votes cast by e-voting machines could be verified through audit trails.
There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.
Manuscript: something submitted in haste and returned at leisure.
They've also sent some incidental things - jewelry for the Lady Jessica, spice liquor, candy, medicinals. My men are processing the lot right now.
What is not recorded is not remembered.
Is that a page from the dastardly villain's diary?" Maldynado asked. "One carelessly dropped that conveniently reveals the secret to destroying these vile artifacts?" "It's an invoice." "Villains get bills?
items previously signed by authorized developers.
The address label wouldn't come off so I put the ripped electric bill back in its stack by the phone. On top of all the other bills, all the papers that ran the house invisibly
I don't know who took what. That is pretty private with an individual.
The success of a meeting often depends on having the right documents - proofs, artwork, schedules, research charts, etc. - present at the start of the meeting. All too often we arrive like plumbers, leaving our tools behind.
No action, whether foul or fair, Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere A record, written by fingers ghostly, As a blessing or a curse, and mostly In the greater weakness or greater strength Of the acts which follow it.
If Mom was feeling ambitious, she scribbled a small list of items beneath the word, but seeing as her handwriting is virtually illegible, we won't know what's in each box until we actually open it. Like Christmas. Except we already own everything.
Do something untoward and there is a good chance that it might be observed, recorded and, given time, judged.
the crime as we knew it. I told them I'd send
We were the letters sent to the wrong address,
but opened anyway.
of paper with my name and phone
I get notes posted on my windscreen wipers and through my letterbox.
The divorce papers remained unopened in the crisp yellow envelope. He had thrown it on his desk without a backward glance. Between his lashes, his dark chocolate eyes burned with fury but there was something else in the depths that she hadn't seen in a long time, passion.
Bubba showed it to his mother. Then he played the tape. It was about ten minutes of moaning, wailing, and some chains rattling.
In the business world, allegations of accounting irregularities is tantamount to yelling fire in a crowded theater, except, today, in our Internet world, instead of people running for the exit signs, they just push the button on their computer.
Let the record show
Someone's writing down your mistakes, someone's documenting your downfall.
Allegedly there was a Google Docs spreadsheet where it was being kept track of, but no one could agree on where it was.
Behind every piece of paper lies a human situation.
inspect what you expect
I'd title them and file them away as this or that. Everything they did was then filtered through that title, whether it was accurate or not.
In a similar vein the author recalls sending an email to a senior music executive in the early 2000's and getting a reply in the post, hand written on a print out of his original email.
It was like the moment before you open a present, still hidden inside its box and wrappings; while you're waiting to find out what it is, the eagerness and impatience and curiosity and anticipation grip you in an even stronger, more thrilling way than you feel after you find out what's inside.
Those wire baskets where you leave your paperwork to die ...
Vindication is the privilege of the victorious
I'm going to go back and find out where the money is. The money is not getting down there.
God dwells in the details.
A record is a message, timeless.
Once sent out, a word takes wings beyond recall.
Once they ask for a recount, we will provide them with a recount.
After all the screaming in our house, there reigned, that winter on Middlesex, only silence. A silence so profound that, like the left foot of the President's secretary, it erased portions of the official record.
Wonderful. Last night's dinner, the charred remains of my dignity, and apparently, now, my undergarments, too. What else did I leave on Josh Bennett's bathroom floor?
Records are just moments of achievement. They're like receipts for work done. Time goes on and people keep playing music.
of a vacant house on Simpson Street, waiting for a FedEx van. The curtains of the house were
It's finished. There isn't a stamp, or an error that I haven't collected. Not one. What shall I do now?"
"I think I'm beginning to understand," said Moomintroll slowly. "You aren't a collector anymore, you're only an owner, and that isn't nearly so much fun.
Skewered through and through with office-pens, and bound hand and foot with red tape.
F##k the paperwork!
May the scribes record it.
Success is in the details.
Life is like a cash register, in that every account, every thought, every deed, like every sale, is registered and recorded.
While it has been hurtful to my family and me to read constantly in the media that I was under investigation, I am pleased that as expected my spending has been found to be in order.
When at last we are sure, You've been properly pilled, Then a few paper forms, Must be properly filled. So that you and your heirs, May be properly billed.
In wretched outcomes, the devil is in the details.
That afternoon I ordered an information packet.
He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the leaves that September. Some would fall with the trees generations later.
When I came in this morning, I'd had a plan. I was going to walk in there, throw that receipt in his pretty little face, and tell him to shove it. But then he'd looked so goddamn sexy in that charcoal Prada suit, and his hair stuck up like a neon sign screaming, Do Me.
These were choice documents to me ... They gave tongue to interesting thoughts of my own soul, which had frequently flashed through my mind, and died away for want of utterance.
There's something very reassuring ... about the written record.
What the hell? Ian asked, holding his hands over the front of his Christmas briefs. Sara had ordered them from the Internet, and he'd worn them to please her. Too bad there hadn't been enough time for the underwear to meet with an unfortunate accident. A lot could be blamed on a washing machine.
And friend received with thumps upon the back.
I collected the papers, wrapped them back in the rubber band, and felt a small grief, like a person who discovers, upon returning from a trip, that something has been left behind and there is no way now to retrieve it.
As apprehended by those
You're all like black boxes here," he said. He meant the black boxes that record information on airplanes. We think that we're living, talking, walking, eating. Loving one another. But we're just recording information!
I write as a witness to what I have seen.
We tried to avoid, you know, records. We were told over and over that was probably the most serious mistake and the reason was the system would never catch on, because we didn't have records.
Footsteps out of the room. The side and rattle of a kitchen drawer. Lounds had covered many murders committed in kitchens where things are handy. Police reporting can change forever your view of kitchens ...
Few things parallel the bonding that occurs post-performance when congratulatory remarks are awarded, regrets are confessed, and gossip is exchanged.
Days XIX. An Opinion XX. A Plea XXI. Echoing Footsteps
Until all titles are taken away
Events are finally obscure forever
You wake and wonder
Whose case history you composed
As your confessions are filed
In the dialect
Of bureaux and electrons
The Tax Collector's letters are invariably mimeographed, and all they say is that you still haven't paid him.
The book-keeping of benefits is simple: it is all expenditure; if any one returns it, that is clear gain; if he does not return it, it is not lost, I gave it for the sake of giving.
They record thoughts and overheard conversations, as well as maps of their personal paths, phone numbers for hotels, restaurant recommendations, airline flight numbers. Eventually,
If you have not done anything worthy of being recorded, at least write something worthy of being read.
Years Later II. A Sight III. A Disappointment IV. Congratulatory V. The Jackal VI. Hundreds of People
There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.
Receive without complaint, Work with fate.