Later that night I used an adapter I'd recently purchased to copy all the data off a bunch of IDEs I had laying around. (Oh, the things we do to keep our data around).
...but man, oh man is it a relic of totally non-useful information. Here's an example of the media plan we had to put together for Nordstrom using the latest cutting edge media planning software...
One of Doug's old band's from San Diego days: Track list: Talking to Myself. March of the Zebras. Follow Your Horse. All Right. Carousel of Heavy Animals. Sally the Sea Serpent & Her Eternal Liquid Youth. Daze. Love is a Beautiful Game. Fears. My Road...
I spent Saturday morning working on my continued quest to declutter and get rid of things that I have squirreled away that I should just part with. But not before taking a photo of them! 2nd-gen iPod (the very first one they made that had a touchscreen wheel instead of an actual wheel!) and and old LG clamshell cell phone!
A weird birthday card from my aunt. I love getting birthday cards, but feel bad throwing them out. How long are you supposed to hang on to them anyway?
A couple of months before my birthday, my grandmother (mom's mom) told a story at dinner about how she was really strict when my parents were dating and so they all called her "The Warden." I thought this was really funny - something she remembered when she sent me a birthday card!
If your band needs a shitty guitar player, I'm still available! I will, however, need to borrow a guitar now. I wasn't playing it enough to justify keeping it and an amplifier so I gave it away (to Catrinel, I think?)
The Dreamcast controller was so rad. It had a little LCD screen in the middle that was part of a removable storage card that also was a teeny tiny game player itself!
My very first job at Nerve (in May 2001) was selling advertising space in their short-lived print magazine! After holding on to a bunch of copies of all four issues of the magazine, I decided it was time to let them go.
It's hard for me to give things away because objects often act as triggers for memories, and to give up the object is to let go of that memory. I started taking photos of things that I want to get rid of and found that it made parting with stuff easier. (I can still read through all the CD spines in the hi-rez version).
...and started putting aside books to donate. We'd just found out that Stuytown wanted to increase our rent again and decided to find a new apartment instead of renew our lease! (Over the next few months, I ended up getting rid of hundreds of books! But not before dragging most of them to on to another apartment).
