Gandhi is a hard act to follow. I love the idea of nothing. And yet I acquire things. Then I can’t stand the clutter and get rid of everything. But then I buy something else. OK. It’s not a crime. Apparently what is a crime is to buy something that isn’t in perfectly incredible taste. What is that? who knows? Here are 12 things I love. I don’t need any of them (except the dictionary and the Cheez Doodles), and yet I don’t live in a cave, and if I did live in a cave, I might want a cave carpet or credenza or spinning wheel. Well, maybe not a spinning wheel. Though Gandhi had one, and there you go.
