All of our record albums are gone. Gone. Ok, I willingly let them go. But all the Depeche Mode albums, all the Duran Duran, Sting, Smiths . . . they're all gone.
Meat is Murder was the reason why I became a vegetarian in my formative high school years (and it must have marked me because people still think I'm a vegetarian til this day). Arena was the live album from the first concert I ever went to. I think the Sugar Hill Gang album was the first one I ever bought. A tiny voice inside me cried "NO!!" as she flipped through the China Crisis and Black albums. I mean, I haven't played them in about 3 1/2 years but still, there will be a void in my life without the vinyl. Don't worry, I made a list sometime last year of the lot of them in case I ever want to replace them with cds.
I stood at the back of my station wagon while the owner of Benway records combed through the boxes of albums and held up each record she was interested in to the late afternoon sun to inspect for scratches. Halfway through, she told me she sells record players. I was tempted to tell her to stop right there, give me back all the albums and sell me one of the turntables. But I didn't because 4 1/2 years ago, I vowed that I wouldn't move again with all of these albums. I got nearly $100 for about half of them.
I brought the rest of them to Out of the Closet to donate. As I left, I caught the employees going through them and one picked out the soundtrack to The Wiz.
Everyone I talked to in the course of my record album purge seemed to envy my upcoming move to the Bay area. I know it'll all be worth it. But for now, there's a whole lot of stuff to comb through at my apartment - things to recycle back into the world. Do I really need to keep my copy of Gogol's The Overcoat? What about the Russian-English dictionary my dog chewed up when she was just a few months old?
These are the tough questions I face in the next week and a half. Next up are all the video tapes I'll never play again. Except the video of my wedding. I won't be giving that one up.
Meat is Murder was the reason why I became a vegetarian in my formative high school years (and it must have marked me because people still think I'm a vegetarian til this day). Arena was the live album from the first concert I ever went to. I think the Sugar Hill Gang album was the first one I ever bought. A tiny voice inside me cried "NO!!" as she flipped through the China Crisis and Black albums. I mean, I haven't played them in about 3 1/2 years but still, there will be a void in my life without the vinyl. Don't worry, I made a list sometime last year of the lot of them in case I ever want to replace them with cds.
I stood at the back of my station wagon while the owner of Benway records combed through the boxes of albums and held up each record she was interested in to the late afternoon sun to inspect for scratches. Halfway through, she told me she sells record players. I was tempted to tell her to stop right there, give me back all the albums and sell me one of the turntables. But I didn't because 4 1/2 years ago, I vowed that I wouldn't move again with all of these albums. I got nearly $100 for about half of them.
I brought the rest of them to Out of the Closet to donate. As I left, I caught the employees going through them and one picked out the soundtrack to The Wiz.
Everyone I talked to in the course of my record album purge seemed to envy my upcoming move to the Bay area. I know it'll all be worth it. But for now, there's a whole lot of stuff to comb through at my apartment - things to recycle back into the world. Do I really need to keep my copy of Gogol's The Overcoat? What about the Russian-English dictionary my dog chewed up when she was just a few months old?
These are the tough questions I face in the next week and a half. Next up are all the video tapes I'll never play again. Except the video of my wedding. I won't be giving that one up.
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Good luck!
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It is painful, but it is also incredibly freeing. I find myself being much more careful what I buy now, because I realized how much stuff I owned that meant nothing to me, or that I never used.
My 3 step process for culling:
Step 1: Make 3 boxes: Box of things to keep, Box of things to get rid of, Box of things I'm not sure of. Every week or so, I would go through Box of things I'm not sure of, and see if I had changed my mind on any of it.
Step 2: After a few weeks, get a few friends over to look through Box of things I'm not sure of. Explain why I might want to keep each thing. Sometimes just sharing the memories associated with the thing made me realize that the thing itself was no longer important - the memories were. Sometimes a friend would smack me in the back of the head and tell me to get rid of it. Sometimes a friend would say that she would be honoured to take the thing for me, and that if I ever wanted it back, I could have it.
Step 3: Put everything I hadn't decided on into a storage space. Wait a few months. Come back. Time and the fact that you're paying money to store this stuff makes things a lot clearer. ;)
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Stuff is just stuff, friends and lovers are forever.
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While I prefer email as a method of communication these days, I have friends from Europe with whom I've had snail mail correspondence for years. That's kinda special and I should definitely keep them.
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I think I'll start making prints of my saved digital pictures also, just for continuity.
Besides, wonderful as digital images are, they are never more than a spilled can of coke away from disaster.
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i lived in alameda for 4 years (recently moved to mountain view) so if you want any tips on where to eat and such, let me know! welcome to norcal!
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So far I've found the dog park, the health food store, Trader Joe's, the Credit Union, an Irish pub and a Tiki lounge (but haven't been to have a drink yet) and Julie's tea garden.
Thanks!!