Echoes of Flavio's Ghost Dreaming

Doing stuff round the house, sorting through stuff to see what I must keep or can throw away (this is really painful, I'm a natural hoarder and hate throwing stuff out) and, mostly, waiting. This sense of dread, as if I was waiting for the jury's verdict in a trial in which I don't even know what I'm accused of, this vague Kafkian empty horror.

Throwing away hundreds upon hundreds of cassette tapes -and keeping as many, can't bring myself to throw all those bad rehearsals, concerts of friends, etc. Throwing away gazillions of magazines, magazine CDs (mostly Mac related, a few electronic music making related), VHS video tapes (the latter, under the classification system that if it hasn't got a label and I can't recall what it is, I won't be missing it anyway).

Do I really need all those back copies of New Scientist? What do you mean, 'no'? And those CD backups going back to the mid-Nineties...


And, ION and BTW, Happy Birthday, mr_flay!!

... I’m still busy around the house doing some washing, making bread (both by machine), pottering about doing various other things and having spent the evening sorting through many hundreds of data CDs (mostly accumulated back-ups of many years), audio and video tapes and paperwork, throwing stuff away and shredding paper (the latter which is a curiously satisfying activity).

Should stop all that now, have to get up early... good night....