tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18667312.post116348719774365299..comments2023-10-19T06:06:41.812-06:00Comments on lonestone revolution: Deja FurnitureChé Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12911352668702266493noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18667312.post-1163627501100448682006-11-15T14:51:00.000-07:002006-11-15T14:51:00.000-07:00now that I look around my room/apartment, I notice...now that I look around my room/apartment, I notice that I definately keep alot of shit I don't need. trash like old shoes that don't fit, a random amp (no clue how that got there. I've never played guitar or any instrument for that matter!), a collection of battered up hockey sticks, some cardboard boxes, oh and a copy of animal farm.LeftyHenryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05870433011584211043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18667312.post-1163612468541961892006-11-15T10:41:00.000-07:002006-11-15T10:41:00.000-07:00Its all relative, but for the record you don't hav...Its all relative, but for the record you don't have that much crap.(I know this from having carried some of it) A great book is called Material World, a Global Family Portrait ,showing families from all over the world with all their "stuff" lined up outside their house.Check out the Getu family from Ethiopia.And for every pound of books you get to deduct two pounds of TV so you are in great shape!troutskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16020298501632120830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18667312.post-1163551288333714042006-11-14T17:41:00.000-07:002006-11-14T17:41:00.000-07:00Maybe you could look at the part of you that accum...Maybe you could look at the part of you that accumulates conveniences, panaceas, boredome relief, impression makers, supplies for an unknown future and a plethora of other trappings of a society in an over the top thingathon. This is not an accusation of you but something I wish somebody had told me earlier. Now, all the bulk I have is books and this computer, but then I don't ever <I><B>plan</B></I> on moving again. Come to think of it, all the moves I have made over the past thirty years have been someone else's decision, fire, demolition, weather destruction. Live and learn, maybe.<BR/>But then again, there might be some natural law of ownership whose requirements you’ve not satisfied and you’re compelled to follow the furniture where ever it goes with whomever. Be happy, you’re moving in with someone you love (unless nature actually has a law of ownership) — you might be spending your days hanging around a used furniture store until they sell all your stuff and then have to visit several homes like a mother seeking a child she gave for adoption. I think I see a seed of a blog coming on.Yodoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09244765916380830711noreply@blogger.com