A musician once told me that money was for music. It had other uses, but money was mainly for going to shows, buying records, and getting new instruments.
Money exists to buy books, internet access, bookshelves, paper and pens. That’s what it’s for.
It also helps rent my apartment so that my books and I can live here and keep out of the rain, and buys food so I live long enough to read all of them. Someday.
The Lifehacker/Getting Things Done type mentality clashes a little bit with the mentality of a book collector; there can be weird cognitive dissonance moments when they intersect.
Spoken like someone who probably has )what we in Brooklyn would consider to be) enormous quantities of room.
At this point, I would happily trade most of my books for (1) increased mobility and (2) the ability to live happily in a smaller, closer-to-the center space.
I appreciate that many of my friends feel compelled to drag thousands of books around with thim. This is one of several reasons I no longer do.
I must admit, having moved 20 times before I was 18 years old, that I’ve now settled into a house I hope to leave feet-first in, oh, another 100 years or so, knock wood. But enormous quantities of room? You should see the gyrations I’m going through just to get enough space to assemble some new shelves. (I don’t always buy books with unforeseen money. Sometimes I buy things to put books in.) —We’ve long since graduated to the cloud for music and movies and TV shows, but I can’t quite see doing the same thing with books…
A musician once told me that money was for music. It had other uses, but money was mainly for going to shows, buying records, and getting new instruments.
Money exists to buy books, internet access, bookshelves, paper and pens. That’s what it’s for.
It also helps rent my apartment so that my books and I can live here and keep out of the rain, and buys food so I live long enough to read all of them. Someday.
But then it would be like they’re hoarding book in your house.
You know, I’d be willing to take on that responsibility.
The Lifehacker/Getting Things Done type mentality clashes a little bit with the mentality of a book collector; there can be weird cognitive dissonance moments when they intersect.
Spoken like someone who probably has )what we in Brooklyn would consider to be) enormous quantities of room.
At this point, I would happily trade most of my books for (1) increased mobility and (2) the ability to live happily in a smaller, closer-to-the center space.
I appreciate that many of my friends feel compelled to drag thousands of books around with thim. This is one of several reasons I no longer do.
I must admit, having moved 20 times before I was 18 years old, that I’ve now settled into a house I hope to leave feet-first in, oh, another 100 years or so, knock wood. But enormous quantities of room? You should see the gyrations I’m going through just to get enough space to assemble some new shelves. (I don’t always buy books with unforeseen money. Sometimes I buy things to put books in.) —We’ve long since graduated to the cloud for music and movies and TV shows, but I can’t quite see doing the same thing with books…