As I struggle to archive and organize my own history, I'm often frustrated by my past self's inconsistent note-taking. Why did he take this photo of assorted gift soaps? I recognize the setting, thanks to the posters in the background and the shape of the furniture; it's my old room at Lister Hall, on the University of Alberta campus. But that's all I know. Were the soaps a gift? Was I the recipient, or the giver? Why were they significant enough to photograph? I use whichever soap is cheapest - a bar of Irish Spring or whatever. Did I buy these soaps? Was it a Secret Santa gag gone wrong? Was I hoping to woo some fellow student with a gift of decorative soaps?
I'll likely never know.
Lister Soaps
(to the tune of Nessun Dorma from the opera Turandot by Puccini)
Lister soaps oh my...
Lister soaps oh my...
Why did I shoot these Lister soaps?
Did they embody all my hopes?
Why didn't Earl make notes, oh nooooooooooooooooooooooo oh my
I'll never know
Why these fine soaps
Were photographed...
Lisssster soaps....Lisssssster soooaaapppssss!
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