good morning! good morning!
hotter today (phuwhatascorcha)
but not as hot as tomorrow (jaysus)
horsemouth is very grateful for his shady nook. (p.s. the binmen have been, or are be-ing right now, but quietly - they may even have gone earlier because it's summer).
horsemouth was just getting irate (shit in the front garden, shit in the living room). he was getting irate yesterday as well. and maybe the day before. he will sit sten down and have a chat and see if there's a negotiation to be had (but he will be delaying this until the weather is cooler). he has, however, flagged up that there will be talks about talks.
horsemouth has been battling sten to defend the usability of the living room (but only himself and sten use it to any meaningful extent so why bother). he is now thinking the easiest thing to do is to abandon it to entropy and kipple - let it become its own critique.
in winter the chair by the window that gets the sun is useful to horsemouth, maybe that can be preserved. he sometimes watches tv (the news, the odd horror movie).
the battle over the deposition of kipple would then move on to other surfaces - the front garden, the back garden, the corridors, the kitchen, the refrigerator.
everybody in the house is a hoarder but everybody else keeps their stuff to the agreed areas (their room mostly, their space in the junk room). sten will not because a) it is a diabolical infringement of his liberty b) he needs storage/ waste dump space to operate his business
horsemouth's view is that hoarding is mourning, an over attachment to things, an unwillingness to let time (and things) pass.
people like their possessions, they are emotionally attached to them as repositories of memory and as fulfilments of the promise of capitalism, they have no real desire to live in an ikea blueprint of functionalism (ok no they do based on the horrors horsemouth has enunciated above). such is the material wealth of this society that some excretion is necessary to permit continued consumption (hence the binmen). indeed discipline in the domestic space is necessary to permit its continued enjoyment (tidying). think things by georges perec here.
thrift a life/ bookpilled is attempting to avoid employment (aka. having a boss) by reselling, on e-bay and such like, second hand clothes that he buys from thrift shops. to do this he encourages people to detach from whether they like the item of clothing (and its sensuous properties) and only think about it in terms of how long it will take to sell (the apps provide statistics on this). he attempts to cycle his capital multiple times, pricing low to get a quicker sale.
horsemouth is interested that this is the opposite of why people buy things.
and yet he recognises that on the auction platforms his engagement with the book or item of clothing does result in a better sale price (it is coming to resemble more normal selling, a relationship between seller and buyer). he recognises that he does have knowledge of menswear/ vintage/ books and that this is valuable (it helps him do what he does) even as he struggles against it and argues for the metrics of the market.
formerly horsemouth rewarded himself for working with quantities of snack food (espressos, sandwiches etc.), second hand books (sometimes clothing) and things found in the street. since he has 'retired' he does these things much less - yesterday he acquired a miniature vodka bottle (for use as a guitar slide) and a tiny cardboard cloud on a cocktail stick (just because). but in general he is moving to a 'don't buy shit (or bring shit back)' position. he has attempted to balance his book acquisitions with some distribution of books out to the book boxes. he will attempt to accelerate this.
he realises this is a tedious topic he will therefore detach and move on to topics of more general interest.
horsemouth is planning to potlatch much of his book collection and some of his guitars. anybody want some of them?
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