on the path…what actually fits in a car
4 boxes,
2 suitcases
1 business case
1 24 channel mixer
1 analog synthesizer in an ATA flight case
1 digital synthesizer with midi
1 bag of cymbals
1 sirius radio
Preparing to move 2500 miles away is interesting.
Interesting in that I’m planning to take what I can fit in my car.
Interesting in that even though I have been practicing ‘life redux’
and live in a 550 sq. ft place, there is still too much.
I began selling stuff to neighbors today at yard sale prices.
Jesus and Julio bought my chest of drawers for $21 plus $5 in quarters.
Julio said he’d give me $4 tomorrow when he gets paid to make it an even $30.
Then he offered me $10 for the office chair I found last week in a garbage bin. I’ll probably just give it to when I move out. He’s been a good neighbor.
My friends Larry and Linda cleared out a spot in their attic for me. I have my own little corner. Thanks Guys!
Also, friends Tom and Suzanne -who have a beautiful 3 week old baby by the way- are letting me store old books and mementos.
SOOOO many mementos.
I’m embarrassed to say, I found a boba fet and r2d2 action figure in an even older box of mementos today.
A pencil box from when I first moved to Mississippi 29 years ago.
Why do I still have this?
Well I know why.
I was storing other things from past as well;
my high school class ring, which, I was to believe, was thrown away with letters from my girfriend at the time.
Jeff & RL to camera 3:
CAMERA 3
(not Janet; the one who put a hex on Milo the cat of which he died 1 week later; the other one.)
An old watch was in there. My wedding ring was in there. Ironically, my wedding ring was lost in a yard a long time ago. The one I wore was from the flea market. I thought it endearing. It had a celtic symbol of fertility on it.
What I’m learning about myself is this.
I’m addicted to memories.
A patchwork that represents different phases of life.
I’m addicted to this and saddened that they physically won’t fit in my car.
I’ve sifted through every sort of media known to man. Tapes, VHS videos, LP’s, CD’s, Books, Magazines, Synthesizer Manuals to try to get the important stuff in one box.
So what’s important?
It’s not that this stuff is really worth anything monetary.
This, exemplified by the $12 I made from video tapes and books I took to the Readers’ Corner yesterday. 2 boxes of stuff. $12 and a shirt, which was good deal because the shirt was the last Medium short sleeve in a matte orange.
My next trick:
Whittle down 2 boxes of cd’s to 1.
THANK GOD FOR STEVE JOBS AND iTUNES.
Now when my redux is through, I will become addicted to the emotional response evoked by using my little laptop and external hard drive that looks like a plastic brick.
Stephen A. Thomas
June 14th, 2006 at 1:31 pm
We’re all addicted to memories, man. Memories are what make us, for better or worse. They’re why I started reading comics again at 36. A certain part of us always wants to be back in the “good old days,” which really usually weren’t that good at all. Look at all the neocons who want to return to the 50s - a 50s that never existed. It’s a natural part of being human. Try to celebrate it, if such is possible.