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The Collection Agency

 
 
Mazarine
00:19 / 01.11.02
Today I saw an object for sale in the pet aisle of my local discount store which made me want to start a collection of disturbing objects (it was a pet toy, a pink vinyl bone with a head of a pig on one end. Not a happy cute pig. It definitely had that look of the slaughterhouse to it. Pig bone. Did not squeak.) And since you all tend to bring the most disturbing things to my attention, I was curious about your curio.

Anyway. What do you collect? Tell me. Tell the girl who may go back to the store to buy the pig bone.
 
 
Stone Mirror
01:45 / 01.11.02
I collect DVDs, horror movies mainly. A number of years ago, I estimated that I'd seen something like 85% of all of the horror movies that had been made. I think I've fallen way behind in the intervening years.

My most interesting bone, however, it a Tibetan kangling, a "thighbone trumpet". That's as in human thighbone. They're big on recycling in Tibet. I got this while I was doing some Vajrayana studies several years ago.

A year or two back, I developed a bad sort of feeling about this particular artifact, which I was able to exorcise to my own satisfaction by applying a Dymo label onto it which read (and reads), "I used to be someone like you. Look at me now!"
 
 
Margin Walker
02:02 / 01.11.02
Here's what I collect:

music
comics
Zippos
Pez dispensers
Pachinko machines (although I only own one)
 
 
Persephone
02:11 / 01.11.02
I collect lost toys. They don't have to be cool or valuable. In fact, most of them are pretty crappy. But all of them I find laying on the ground and looking anguished... I am forbidden, however, from picking them up off the sidewalk id est in front of people's homes, because presumably the tots inside have just laid their toys there for a little rest. They're all lined up on my mantel. Sometimes I look at them and think to myself, "Every one of those toys represents a moment of sadness for some kid..."
 
 
8===>Q: alyn
03:56 / 01.11.02
I think this is probably excessively goth, but I would like to collect death masks*, or replicas of death masks, and I'm also interested funereal keepsakes made from the hair of the deceased. More the death masks, I just htink they're cool. I'd like to have a stairway going up to the roof with these masks on the wall, like Daredevil. Expensive, though. I content myself w/just looking at them.

*There are some very disturbing pics elsewhere on that site. A few of them actually made me ill. So, y'know. At yr own risk.
 
 
rizla mission
11:43 / 01.11.02
I've sort of ended up collecting weird/funny bargain bin 7" singles, as well as fanzines and gig flyers and stuff.. not really purposefully, but I've got piles of them..
 
 
rizla mission
11:49 / 01.11.02
Oh, and I'm getting kind of obsessed with cheap-ass pulp books from the 50s/60s/70s - brilliantly awful sci-fi and hack fantasy and private eye novels by the likes of Lionel Fanthrope (and his many aliases) and Raymond S. Prather (author of "Darling It's Death!" and the 'beatnik thriller' "Dig That Crazy Grave").

It's amazing that, despite their evident kitsch value, you can still pick these up for 30p in dusty old second hand shops..
 
 
that
12:23 / 01.11.02
I collect rocks - semi-precious stones and the like, either found, bought, or given to me. And marbles (that would be the round ones with which you can play games, not the Elgin variety).

I sort of collect notebooks, but it's a by-product of my as yet unfulfilled search for the perfect notebook (which is the one that will allow me, finally, to write my novel, despite the fact that I do all my writing on the computer straight off).
 
 
Persephone
12:39 / 01.11.02
Oh yes, I forgot about the notebooks. I love that other people have this notebook thing. When I read The Golden Notebook, I was so happy.
 
 
grant
14:38 / 01.11.02
Persephone, if you go here, and click on the "ephemerabilia" link, you'll see a friend of mine's obsession with lost objects.
I once wrote a song called "Hudson" based on a cast-aside love letter I found in a park. "Based on" meaning I wrote the music and just used the letter for words. It's up here, if you want to listen.
It's not the only letter I've taken home, but it was probably the best.
So I guess I collect letters.

I have a thing for baby clothes too, after hanging a single, found baby-shoe from my rearview mirror (people found the fact that it was only *one* shoe disturbing, they always wondered where the other one was).

But the real one is electronic or musical components. I don't know what it is, but printed circuits and flanges and tubes - oh, vacuum tubes! Those I take home and don't toss out after a while.
I've just recently taken home a couple handfuls of black keys from a piano someone down my street left on the curb. I want to get its strings - the hammers and the body is fucked, but I bet I could make something noisy out of its strings....
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
14:48 / 01.11.02
Margin Walker: please tell me you don't rally 'collect' music or comics. Surely you listen to one, and read the other. You don't seal anything in mylar, do you?
 
 
Jack Fear
14:57 / 01.11.02
I suppose I "collect" Tarot decks. I very rarely use them for divination--I just like having them around: each one is like a teeny-tiny art book, and a handful of them is like variations on a theme.

There's a guy who used to post on the Warren Ellis Forum who had recordings of hundreds of cover versions of "Telstar." I admire his focus.
 
 
Saveloy
15:53 / 01.11.02
grant:

"But the real one is electronic or musical components. I don't know what it is, but printed circuits and flanges and tubes - oh, vacuum tubes!"

Yesssss!

A couple of weekends ago, I had the unhappy task of getting rid of my old, faithful tape deck. It was a massive two-tape, silver ghetto-blaster thing, the size and shape of two brieze blocks; a bit like the one at the top of this page. I had a sentimental attachment to it - not only had it served me well for a long time, but it had been given to me by my Granddad, who'd used it himself for several years previously. I can still remember him showing it off to me when he first bought it (well, after it fell off the back of my Uncle Dave's lorry), by playing the demo tape of trains and aircraft travelling between the speakers at house-quaking volume. "Feel the power!" he said (or his face did, anyway).

I'd hoped to give it to a loving home, but nobody wanted it, so throwing it out became the only option (large object, small flat). I determined to take a souvenir or two off it, thinking I'd maybe keep the little flap at the front that bore the Sharp emblem and model number (yes, that sentimental, and sad). I got the screw-driver out and within half an hour I'd gutted the thing and had a bin-bag full of tasty components. Gorgeous, fascinating things. Tape decks are especially good because, as well as the metallic green bread boards, there are loads of mechanical elements. Looking at it, and the way it went together, I marvelled at the sheer number of different design solutions they must have had to come up with. Amazing. And, as you say grant, the components are beautiful.
 
 
MissLenore
16:11 / 01.11.02
Barbie *hangs head in shame*
 
 
Mourne Kransky
19:00 / 01.11.02
Very anal retentive this urge to collect, you know.

Having said which I have elephants. Got the first when my Granny died, family of three with real ivory tusks (boo but it was way back in the sixties and they were an heirloom of earlier, Egyptian, vintage). My niece counted the last time she visited the Edinburgh flat and stopped when she got to a hundred, not including the Elephant-headed life partner.

It's a sickness. Had a hard choice to make coming down to London a month ago with a couple of suitcases but my four favourites came with me, the bejewelled ones. Then there's the three Ganesh statues... That includes the one we bought in Mysore and intended to give to sfd when she was leaving but I broke off one limb wrapping it up and broken idols are bad karma to the Hindus. Sorry, Wild West woman!
 
 
000
19:48 / 01.11.02
hack fantasy and private eye novels

I gave the thrift stores around here a go and t my surprise, found this marvellous book about this private detective, who had lost his hands to a freak bomb accident at the age of 12, but which never stopped him from pursuing a life of completion... He was now rich, skilled in arts, weaponry, etc. and the sole donator of the local churc, friends with the rich and famous (latter 70's) and able to foil any wrong around him.

Inspirational.
 
 
Jack Fear
19:54 / 01.11.02
J.J. Armes, yeah?



Used to have his own action figure, too.

 
 
000
23:06 / 01.11.02
Good lord. I want that.

Okey, perhaps not.
 
  
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