So, a little while back, Neechan and I decided to engage in some Spring cleaning. (Okay, so it was in July, and as such, not so much "Spring" as good-GOD-remind-me-*why*-I-live-in-Kyoto as-we-sit-here-boiling-in-our-own-juices "Summer" cleaning, but I digress...)
Anyways, as part of said cleaning, we decided to (finally) dispose of the almost two-year backlog of weekly and/or monthly manga magazines we had lying about, collecting dust and taking up much needed space, space that could be used for more important things like...err...more books. Um, did I mention we lose?
As we sorted through the comics, stacks piled high around us (for those who've never been to Japan, and/or are unfamiliar with the likes of Shounen Jump, etc. these things are in no way SMALL. The *thinnest* is more than an inch thick), we were reminded of something our mom used to say all the time when we were kids (often accompanied by a head shake of despair as she glanced about our bedroom, searching for a place to walk): that one day, when we had adult incomes and our own place to live, we'd have no need to buy furniture, for we could simply construct all necessary pieces out of our vast collection of books.
( Man, did she have us pegged! )
Course, really, we're just following the long standing family tradition/rule, which states we will always have enough books to fill one more bookcase than we actually own. (Or, in fact, three or four bookcases, cause let's face it, tiny, low-ceilinged, tatami-floored Japanese apartments are really not made for appropriate-sized bookcases :-p)
Anyways, as part of said cleaning, we decided to (finally) dispose of the almost two-year backlog of weekly and/or monthly manga magazines we had lying about, collecting dust and taking up much needed space, space that could be used for more important things like...err...more books. Um, did I mention we lose?
As we sorted through the comics, stacks piled high around us (for those who've never been to Japan, and/or are unfamiliar with the likes of Shounen Jump, etc. these things are in no way SMALL. The *thinnest* is more than an inch thick), we were reminded of something our mom used to say all the time when we were kids (often accompanied by a head shake of despair as she glanced about our bedroom, searching for a place to walk): that one day, when we had adult incomes and our own place to live, we'd have no need to buy furniture, for we could simply construct all necessary pieces out of our vast collection of books.
( Man, did she have us pegged! )
Course, really, we're just following the long standing family tradition/rule, which states we will always have enough books to fill one more bookcase than we actually own. (Or, in fact, three or four bookcases, cause let's face it, tiny, low-ceilinged, tatami-floored Japanese apartments are really not made for appropriate-sized bookcases :-p)