the wonderful thing about the ADD mind is that it can see all the possibilities in something. The hard part is being able to focus on winnowing out the choices down to a reasonable point. So it takes a heck of a lot of practice for someone with ADD to successfully declutter - because it really is a big challenge to go from "I can make something out of that/fix that/clean it up" to "screw it, I know I will never actually get around to it". Plus the call of "But I might need that some day" is a siren song for us, almost as powerful as it is for Depression era babies.

Oh, yeah. You described The Boy perfectly. I mean -- oscilloscope in the attic. You never know when you might need an oscilloscope.

Migraine still hanging on. I think if I stab my cheekbone just right, it will let the demons and elephants out.

You never know when you might need an oscilloscope.

Daniel claims to have a printing press somewhere (at his mom's house I think), in case of technopocalyse. (Not entirely certain how we would get to it, though. (Or maybe it's actually buried in the basement here.) Thankfully he has resisted the urge to acquire the occasional anvils he finds at yard sales.

Without Christopher, I'd end up on an episode of Hoarders or American Pickers.

I'm not terrible, but it's taken me a lot of years to get better about cleaning things out and tossing them. I maintain that ND is much worse than I am, though!

Check out this collection of vintage cheongsams (aka, qipao).

From the museum exhibit.

Perusing these, I realize that I'm mentally imagining each of them on Aimee. If Aimee doesn't have a cheongsam, she probably should.

Dang. Yet another cool exhibit I was not able to see before moving.

Dang. Yet another cool exhibit I was not able to see before moving.

That exhibit was in Hong Kong. So save your remorse for some other cool Bay Area thing.

Oooh, but Check these out. Original Billboard reviews of SF's Chinese niteclubs in the 40s. You'll love the descriptions of the various acts.

Oh, I saw the ad from the side for the Shanghai exhibit at Asian Art Museum and assumed it was about that (that exhibit did have qipao...in fact it had a whole night dedicated to them with a lecture by Trina Robbins on Forbidden City SF and some dancers who'd worked at Forbidden City).

I was ruthless when I moved recently, because I didn't have a moving van and I was under a huge time restraint -- to the point when I saw people going through the dumpster, I would stick my head out and ask them what they were looking for, and did they also want a ____?

Most of the clutter around here is ex-stuff, D's pile o' tech stuff and toys.

This weekend I am ruthlessly murdering clutter and old paperwork. I'm being draconian in stomping on sentimentality. This has needed to happen for a very long time.