I've been sorting through old stuff, and came across this: a telegram dated 1970, from Don Dunstan, then state premier of South Australia, congratulating my grandparents who lived in a suburb of Adelaide on their 50th wedding anniversary.

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Honor

He couldn't get the vision of that night out of his mind. The look of pure terror in her eyes, the sound of her pleas for mercy. But the worst was the blood. It had been everywhere, and he had been told to stay under the bed and wait. That was all he knew how to do. When it had been all over, when the sounds of her screams had stopped echoing in that small bedroom he had held onto her tightly.

Now all he could do was get revenge. It was all he had left, nothing mattered now. He had looked everywhere for the man who had done it, taken the only person he had from him. The young boy held on to the lead pipe he had and saw the bastard. He was with a bunch of other guys, but that didn't matter. As long as that bastard paid for what he had done.
He ran at the guy, screaming as he swung the lead pipe at his knees. It connected, bringing the man down hard. He swung hard aiming for the man's head, only to have his wrist caught in the crushing grip of one of the other guys. He fought back, but he was smaller then them and weaker. That didn't stop him from trying.

“Fuck, that little bastard busted my fucking knee!” the man said.

“Little kids got some bite to him,” one of the thugs said.

“Think we should take care of him?” said another.
A gunshot rang out in the night, drawing all their attention. The boy hadn't noticed the faces of anyone except the focus of his revenge. All the men around him looked Japanese to him. He didn't care about the language they were using. An older man walked out, obviously someone who commanded the respect of the others. The way he held himself seemed to force the boy to share in that respect.

The man, obviously Japanese, kneeled in front of the boy. He asked, “What's your name?”

“Marcus Jackson,” the boy said. The older man looked him over. The kid was dirty, had dark hair falling in front of green eyes. He seemed to be of European decent, but the thing that caught the attention of the older man was the look in those green eyes.

“Why do you do this?”

“He took my sister from me,” was Marcus answer.

That was the look, the look of revenge. That it was fostered in one so young was not something the older man liked. He stood and spoke to the other men in Japanese. Marcus didn't know what was said but the thugs let him go. The older man then walked towards his sisters killer. Marcus couldn't understand the exchange. He did understand it when the Older man backhanded the younger.

“What will you do when you have taken your revenge on this man?”

Marcus just said, “It doesn't matter, just so long as she can rest in peace.”

The older man nodded, “And what was her name?”

“Mirium.”

The older man nodded again, then reached into his coat and took out a small gun. He held it out to Marcus and said, “Here, use this. Take your revenge on this man. Let Mirium rest in peace knowing her killer was brought to justice.”

The other man started yelling in Japanese, only to be ignored by the thugs who had helped him moments before. Marcus took the gun from the man and pointed it at his sisters killer. All he could think of as he heard the shouts from the man on his knees were Mirium's unanswered cries for help.

He pulled the trigger, and struck the man dead in the center of his chest. His grip was tight on the gun as the gravity of what he had done settled in. The older man placed his hand on the barrel of the gun and slowly lowered it. He took it from the boy and replaced it inside his jacket.

“You have defended the honor of your family this day. Do not feel remorse for what you have done,” the man said. He waved his hand at the other men, signaling for them to leave.

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So, I am going through my old writings as I work on my sites. I plan to repost them on the pages under the dates I originally created them as possible.

I am thinking of sharing some of them here if only just so I can see what some may think as I do.

How many of you knew that this is not the Nazi symbol, but the #symbol of the #Finnish Air Force from 1918? I don't want to see it because it reminds me so much of another symbol. 🙈 It's in some old buildings in #Finland and people may think it has another meaning. #suomimastodon #oldstuff #aircraft

An old list of Southern Rail train ticket prices from 1962.
#oldstuff #traintravel #vintage

#attack #installation #poésieaction #oldstuff
@poesieaction
where I be legIlzIed -soirée Attack, 5 oct. 2002, CCO Villeurbanne

@poesieaction #performance #theorie #Oldstuff Notre point de départ c'est l'insatisfaction - 2007 Contrechamp de la performance 🤔 https://youtu.be/QO-KuMxmbqk

Old #PC for free collection in Toronto.

AMD Phenom II, 8GB RAM, GeForce 280 GTX 1GB. No drives (except possibly broken DVDRAM optical). Corsair AX1200 PSU.

Asus M3A32-MVP Deluxe motherboard.

#free #oldstuff #collectiononly

MALNOVA LAMPO

vidita en #tubingen en malnova industria konstruaĵo. Nepre konservu tiajn belajn aĵojn!

#esperanto #lang_eo #Tubingeno #OldStuff

Someone has an old phone booth in the front yard, lol 🤭 #suomimastodon #finland #funny #oldthing #oldstuff #coolstuff

Heute mal ein paar alte Sachen. Aber schon bald wird es neue Sachen geben.
#illustration #fantasy #art #oldstuff

Drove to Gosford this morning to pick up my organ and phaser pedal. And my SH1 too except we forgot it, poor love.

Always fun to visit LoFi though so I won't mind going back, especially if I don't have to lug that fscking organ (40kg at least, by my estimate based on how my old ASR+flght case was just over the airline baggage handling OH&S limit of 32kg per item, back in the day) #electronicmusic #gearlust #oldstuff #ouchmybackhurts

Getting Rid of Old Shit

I’m lightening the load.

Don’t think for one second that getting rid of old shit is easy for me. I do find all kinds of reasons to keep stuff around, but life events sometimes insist on your making the decision to get rid of shit.

My divorce was such an event. I had to part with a lot of things I had accumulated over the years. It made no sense to try to stuff them into an apartment. That huge rolling toolbox that I had bought and was sitting in my garage? Gone. That hydraulic jack I used to jack our vehicles and was also sitting in my garage. Gone, too. I just did not have the space for this stuff.

“You could have put them into storage!”

Let me tell you about storage. I have put things in storage for a limited time when I lived with my ex-wife, and a few times before that. However, this is not a long term solution.

Why?

You pay for the space that you use, even if the items you put there are not being used. This cost can accumulate to a point where you’re paying more in storage fees than what the items are worth.

You also need to think about depreciation and deterioration of the items you put in storage. Not all storage spaces are climate-controlled. A storage facility can suffer damage from the weather, just as a home can. At any rate, even if no environmental disaster happens, the things that are in storage are likely to depreciate over time.

Finally, if you need to move around, the items you have in storage also need to be moved. I’ve moved twice since my divorce. I’m likely to move again. How many times do you want to pay for movers to move that antique chair that you are not using before you decide that you’ve paid enough?

Let’s go over the other options.

Keep It Or Toss It

You can decide to keep things. I’m probably still keeping more than I should, but I’m doing much better than I used to about getting rid of things.

I have two computers that came with me in the divorce. At the time, I was not in a mindset to evaluate whether to take them with me or not, so with me, they came. However, they were built by myself in 2015. That’s rather old, and they no longer serve any real purpose. One was a home server. It has been replaced by smaller computers. The other one was a gaming desktop, and I no longer game. Out they go.

This is a good illustration that changing circumstances can render desirable belongings, undesirable. Getting those computers made eminent sense at the time. Now, they just use up space, and they would use up effort or money when I move again. Better get rid of them.

As I’m going through my stuff, I find things that are technically still functional. I used to be of the opinion that I should keep all things that are still functional, but my opinion has evolved. I know have a test: if I ever need this item, am I going to know where to look to retrieve it? For instance, a pencil. I rarely use pencils these days, but if I do need one, will I remember to go look into this specific box to find it? If the answer is no, then I get rid of it.

I’m getting rid of a lot of things with this simple test. There’s no point to keep something just in case if I’m not going to remember where it is when I need it.

Sell Or Give It

There are things that I have that I am going to try to sell, but, truth be told, I’m not really fond of being a seller. I don’t like haggling. In some cases, I’d be at a loss to figure out shipping. I reserve selling for big ticket items. I do have a few.

The other option is to give items away to someone who wants them. I have a few items I’m offering for free.

Recycle It Or Trash it

If I want to get rid of it, but all other options fail, then I am left with recycling it, or trashing it. I have a few items lined up for recycling. Unfortunately, I also have some items that are going to be trashed. There are some items I’ve been advertising some items for months with no takers. I am patient, but my patience is not infinite.

So there you have it. That’s how I get rid of old shit.

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