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I've had a blog before, and obviously it didn't work out.  The Useless Consumer.  I was going to go on an epic quest to reduce my consumption, and become a good little greeny.  And, of  course, I was going to become instantly famous.  I had plans and projects.  A schedule to follow, the whole shebang.  But the truth is, I like setting up rules and processes and schedules, and I abhor following them. 

So.  I'm not going to set myself up with any particular rules to follow.  But somehow, I don't know, I feel compelled to start a blog again.  Who knows how long this will last, before my attention span goes on to another project.  That happens a lot.  A lot.

I guess my intentions for the space are to share whatever random musings are preoccupying me.  Which, right now, is wanting a bedroll.

And a trunk.

I want to get rid of all my crap.  I want everything I own to fit in a car.  Although I don't have a car.  But you get the picture.

I want everything to have two purposes.  Except the bedroll I guess.  However, the bedroll I found is a buckwheat bedroll, and one of my friends pointed out that I could also eat it.

Perfect.

The trunk will serve as my coffee table, my dresser, and when I pick up and leave for wherever, it will be set to go, no packing needed, as it would also act as a box.

Of course, my parents will hate this.  My father, bless him, LOVES accumulating items.  One of his favorite things to taunt me with is that when he dies, I have to go through all of his shit.  Of which there is a lot.  For instance, he has 3 TiVos.  3 or 4 computers, and he just asked for another one for Christmas.  I really don't get it.  He has so much stuff, that he often can't find things.  So what does he do?  He goes out and buys another.

He finds me baffling.  He doesn't get why I keep trying to get rid of everything.  I don't think he ever will, and that's okay.  I suppose we balance each other out.

My mother also won't like this whole getting down to bare bones, though she may understand it more.  But she loves giving me things, and having cute little things to decorate my place.  And I enjoy getting things and decorating my place.  Which is part of my problem.  I get rid of things, but then, goodness, I really need THAT.  It would just make things perfect.

Of course, nothing external can really make you happy.  That is a whole other track that I am on, but I suppose I'll save that to another post. 

That is, of course, if I ever post again.


John Renner
12/31/2008 16:59

Can you ask your dad if I can have one of his computers?

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