This post is a work in progress. I hoped to start writing a specific wish list – one from which someone reading this blog may want/afford to buy something – but this is not going beyond the second point. I’m amused at how many things I don’t want. I don’t want random books. I still want to read them, but the bookshelf overflow at home has made me reluctant to own anything more than what I cannot do without. I don’t want beautiful notebooks; much as I delight in them as commodities I can never find any use for them. All my impulsive notes or drawings are scribbled at the back of class notebooks, and these I purchase myself at the beginning of the semester, so they’re in place. I prefer my films and music burnt rather than bought, because then I can put the disc in a pouch and not waste space with the box. (These days I prefer them in a pen drive more than anything, being a cataloguing fiend, and accepting that not everyone can be bothered with spelling the file names correctly, capitalizing at the right places, filing by Musician – Year – Album – Name of Track and such other trivialities.) You cannot gift me clothes, shoes, wrist or ankle jewellery, because these will not fit.
Hm. The paragraph above is entirely different from what I intended to write, and as you’ll doubtlessly observe, not a list. I think I’ll come back in the evening and see if I can add anything else.