I just ordered 6 hi-8 tape storage racks. You know how you can go into someone's office and they have a place for every thing, creating an "I have my shit together" gleam. My office is gonna have that gleam! And twenty-somethings coming over are gonna think I was born with it, when really I purchased it, after many years of more self-defeating choices, on the internet! I remember walking into my meditation teacher Martina's house and feeling such peace and thinking, oh, could I ever live in such harmony, and not just the nice Rumi books or the homemade healthy snack, that lady radiated joy from her nuclei into the total cosmos. Anyway. There's something nice about building this supportive infrastructure. I don't know what I was doing so long without it. When a $15 tape case soothes my little nuclei and gets them planning interplanetary travel...