I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

I live in filth and garbage. Or clutter, I suppose. Though we have a mouse in the kitchen some time.

I’m like one of the Collyer brothers or something. I can’t throw anything away, because a.) what if I need it again and b.) deep moral conflict over “wasting” things and hurting the environment with the trash I produce. I also imagine myself to be some sort of “artist” in remission and one day I’m going to want to turn all the crap I collect into some art project despite the tiny size of my apartment that is all together inappropriate for doing projects.

Part of my horde is probably common to anyone who’s done a sketch show or video. I did two really prop-heavy stage shows and a dozen videos and I can’t bear to toss any of it in case I need them again for some other stupid comedy video. No one wants to buy maid’s outfit twice.

The second stuff is more insane. I have several thousand bottlecaps in a bag. A huge bundle of felt. Three pocky boxes filled with fortune cookie fortunes (and a separate box of unopened plastic-wrapped cookies) Every CD I’ve ever burned, I kept in case I needed to make a disco-ball-like background for something.

I threw a lot of stuff away today. I found a shoebox with several hundred flyers for my one man show (circa 2001) and the first Girl Crush (2002). My iMac box (took up a ridiculous amount of space).

The crafty stuff I’d like to unload on a crafter or someone who will actually use them (and the bottlecaps count as crafty stuff). Putting a listing on Etsy will cost me money and craftster.org seems to have removed their classifieds.

A stack of thrift store records wasplaced on the curb; they were gone in 15 minutes. A stack of studio Beta tapes (still on the curb 5 hours later). I have another stack to go on the curb (handy vac, futon cover, CD burner), but my building has installed security cameras everywhere so I worry they’ll come down on me. I was shooting a video in the courtyard near the trashcans (not noisy… just climbing stairs) and within 10 minutes our super appeared to stop us, saying the management company saw it in their security cameras.

Hopefully, soon, I will have less filth and garbage.

This entry was posted on Friday, June 29th, 2007 at 5:01 pm and is filed under Progress.