windhoek
The Phoolosopher
I just watched this short video about 'the Muhammad Ali of Marbles, Mr Len Smith' that was first broadcast on the BBC way back in 1973. It's unquestionably Old Britain TV but what I found interesting was that Smith's living room seemed most reasonably well, if not correctly apportioned with stuff - both in terms of the amount of stuff and, from what I can tell, the likely cost of it. Indeed, you could even say there wasn't much in the way of excess on both fronts.
I recognise the modesty of it as my late-gran used to live in a flat that was similarly apportioned. In the day-to-day living room, she had a TV, a radio, a display unit for ornaments and such like, a few photos and things on the wall plus stuff on the fireplace (plus seating, of course, and small folding dining table). Despite the modesty of it, it was very homely. She also had a larger room that became the hub for larger family gatherings at Christmas and whatnot but again, it was modestly apportioned with stuff.
I've totally succumbed to the mindset of owning stuff I don't actually need - I don't actually want, in some cases - and at a financial cost that would cause my gran shriek aloud! What happened: is it simply a sign of the times that my generation had in general much more disposable income, that I've been corrupted through the power and allure of advertising, or that I've lost touch with the value of hard-earned money?
Whatever it is, stuff is - and has been - a defining feature of my life thus far! Have you got too much stuff?
I recognise the modesty of it as my late-gran used to live in a flat that was similarly apportioned. In the day-to-day living room, she had a TV, a radio, a display unit for ornaments and such like, a few photos and things on the wall plus stuff on the fireplace (plus seating, of course, and small folding dining table). Despite the modesty of it, it was very homely. She also had a larger room that became the hub for larger family gatherings at Christmas and whatnot but again, it was modestly apportioned with stuff.
I've totally succumbed to the mindset of owning stuff I don't actually need - I don't actually want, in some cases - and at a financial cost that would cause my gran shriek aloud! What happened: is it simply a sign of the times that my generation had in general much more disposable income, that I've been corrupted through the power and allure of advertising, or that I've lost touch with the value of hard-earned money?
Whatever it is, stuff is - and has been - a defining feature of my life thus far! Have you got too much stuff?
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