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"Any so-called material thing that you want is merely a symbol: you want it not for itself, but because it will content your spirit for the moment."-Mark Twain
It was a couple of years ago when I put together this web site. A friend of mine suggested that I put up a picture of my office, and I did that one better. Not only did I post a picture, I actually listed all the contents of my office in its chaotic splendor. As I was enumerating these items I realize how little use I actually have for each of them, not to say that I don't need them. I'm an incredible pack rat. I'm often criticized for not throwing anything away.
My friend Len has described me as having a "… mind like a steel trap". I look at objects and remember things. They remind me of moments in time when I was happy and innocent. They remind me of friends and family. They remind me of conversations and arguments. To say that they're simply objects is short-sighted. They may only be scraps of paper, metal, plastic, or whatever to anyone else, but they're part of my past and thus part of my life. They're my Material Possessions.
Twelve Dollars - The Ides of April, 2000.
Monochromatic Reverse Clock - The Ides of May, 2000.
Mickey Mouse Lightswitch Plate - The Ides of June, 2000.
Atlanta Braves Tickets - The Ides of August, 2000.
December 1, 1999