The Rhinoceros Foot- a Dilemma of Demonic Possession  

earthShiva 59M
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6/15/2006 6:54 am

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6/20/2006 11:32 am

The Rhinoceros Foot- a Dilemma of Demonic Possession

It's been a hectic week, with another two to go. I'm back in RI, temporarily reunited yet again with my True Love and Soul Mate, for the purpose of packing up our excessive abode and hauling it cross-country to the charming, tiny 2-room pounded-tire and adobe earthship we are renting while we build. (Earthship? Google it.) Alas, between days and night of filling boxes, there won't be much room to blog.

5 months of living without most of my junk has loosened its hold on me-- both objects and people. I'll keep track of the most useless and absurd exceptions for future bloggage.

Right now the winner is a rhinoceros foot humidor from the early 1920's. Although it pre-dates all the endangered species controversy, it is stigmatized right out of the market. I, in fact, took ownership of it after preventing my parents from selling it out of an estate they had purchased. Sotheby's won't sell it. Christie's won't sell it. Even Ebay won't sell it.

I don't smoke and can't see it being useful for anything but storing tobacco. It is startlingly ugly at first glance. Then, the more one absorbs the horror of what it actually is, the sensibilitites behind its creation and its general physical reality, it gets much uglier!

Yet, for all that, I cannot bear to throw the damn thing away. That would be poor stewardship of a rare and non-renewable resource. I wouldn't dream of accommodating anyone who would buy it as contraband. I refuse to donate it to a museum because I can't get a tax write-off for it. On principle a rare object that they would readily take as a donation should be assigned a fair value. The fact that they won't because the EPA has killed the market in trade for such items amounts to annnexation of private property.

So I'm stuck with it. I'm going to haul it 2000 miles, stick it on a shelf somewhere, and spend the rest of my life explaining with some embarassment my ownership of it to anyone with a keen enough eye to spot it on the shelf.

This is nothing less than a demonic possession! This object takes up space and offers back no reward. Its former kitsch value is overshadowed by its overwhelming political incorrectness. (Both kitsch and PI are aesthetics that I'm usually attracted to, but the effect is lost when one has to actually apologize for one's decorating choices. Endangered species body parts definitely cross that line for me. )

My demons here are my willingness to judge anyone who would buy such an item, my inflated sense of responsibility, and my unwillingness to be pressured or manipulated by government regulation. Why the heck can't I just let go of the stupid, ugly, useless thing?

So what stupid, ugly or useless baggage are you carrying around? Things? People? What makes you hang onto them?

rm_goddess1946 105F
13518 posts
6/16/2006 9:41 pm

a couple of things hang in the closet that I don't wear often
and a few pairs of shoes and boots simply want to stay in my
closet...other than that...

Goddess prefers wise, beautiful and useful baggage and a beautiful
bag boy to help to carry the load

Just a little food for thought.............
If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you...

QueenOfSwords 34F

6/19/2006 9:44 pm

Possesions are really a way of cluttering up our lives and pinning us to one place, so I have this neat trick of creating caches of my hoardings so I can rediscover them in the future. My parents garage back in Oz is half-full of my boxes of stuff and when I leave Geneva Im going to put stuff in storage till I decide where Im settling. Clothes are the hardest. I have heaps of clothes that are too good to wear around and too expensive to give away, So I just keep them in two large trunks that will be forwarded to me later

earthShiva replies on 6/20/2006 11:31 am:
Hmm. Are we less encumbered by what we leave behind with others, or do we simply stretch out a long tail that can trip us up later? Since I am in the process of moving far from the family homestead, my parents have taken it upon themselves to deliver several dozen boxes of old stuff that they "thought I might want out there". This was a passive-aggressive statement of their disapproval of my move, but well within their rights. It is, after all, my stuff.

I have noticed that when women spend the night and it's obvious that they really like you and want to come back, they always leave something behind - sunglasses, a nice watch, a necklace. Could our leaving a trail be a means of getting ourselves invited back?

Interesting that you find clothing the hardest thing to jettison. For me, it's the easiest. That might be a gender thing. I'm happy to say that most of the older, non-essential clothing is too big on me, given my present outdoor lifestyle!

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