| 3-Apr-2008 01:40
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| Mooving |
I have moved again. I'm sick of moving, to be quite honest with you. Every time I change address I pick up a load of stuff that I haven't found any need for in the past year or two and dump it somewhere I'll never find it should I ever find a need for it in the proceding two years.
Am I defined by my stuff? If I collect the finest German chisels, does it make me a better person? I don't think so. In fact, it's debatable whether or not it would even make me a better woodworker, but that's by the by.
What does a man need other than a sensible pair of shoes, a paperback book that fits in the rear pocket, an apple to shine on his shirt cuff, and a 3gig+ Internet connection? |
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