Rachelbartlett

I’ve been feeling owned by them for some time, and every now and then, I remembered how cool it felt to be twenty and not owning more than I could cram into a taxi. A guitar, a backpack, a sleeping bag, a teddy bear. Okay, and 30 Bowie records I’d stored at my parents’.

I’d been meaning to get rid of some of my books for ages, but I just couldn’t make myself do it.

Today, I started looking through my books. I have about 4.000. Most of them are crap. Well, 90% of anything is trash.

I am blazing through this in 5-minute-sessions—I set a timer and try to sort and pile as many as I can.

Now, what do I do with them?

Bookcrossing.com for those that helped me in some way, or might help somebody else. But what about the dead weight? And how do I tell the difference?

Heck, I wish I knew where I’d put that Douglas Coupland book, Miss Wyoming—it’s about systematically getting rid of stuff. Well. It might well be at my brother’s.

Google has exactly 9 hits for “Getting rid of my possessions”.

... learning is allowed as long as

1) I use them with real humans offline.
2) I am learning them in intense audio courses to enable 1). That means a lot of eating out in weird foreign restaurants!

Possible exception: contributing to Wikipedia.

Perfectly managable. Translated a few quotes for the Wikipedia entry.

Just remembered I’ve given my edition of “36 strategeme” to my brother… a few years back. I don’t think he ever read it.

I totally must throw a minor party now. 5 minutes at least, otherwise I go crazy.