Editor's Note: Yes I know there are no pictures at this time. They will be scanned in within the next few days and this post will be edited accordingly. Until then just use your imagination.
I recently joined a cult. Not a 'free haircut let's hang out at the airport' cult, but a cult none the less. It's the Cult of Getting Things Done. I've been reading David Allen's book and it's fascinating to me. I can't wait to apply it. Ironically the past few days have been rather unproductive for me, but I'm excited anyways.
One of the first things you have to do under his system is get everything into the system. This means clearing out everything in your home and office and either throwing it away, filing it or putting it into your "In box." I have kind of a unique situation in that my home is my office and will be for the foreseeable future and it's also a 10x10 box. Not a lot to work with.
So in the spirit of GTD, with the help of such wonderful resources as Life Hacker and Unclutterer I'm starting the process of making things as simple as they need to be, but no simpler(thank you Albert Einstein). This blog will be a record of the transformation of my room.
As you can see from the following pictures, my room is a bit of a mess. And yet it's about 100 times better than it was 2 months ago, so I'm not depressed about it yet. But in the spirit of improving, it(and by extension my workspace) I'm getting rid of what I don't need and compacting what I do need. As you can see, my room consists of 5 main peices of furniture: My bed, futon, meager plastic shelves, television and awesome milk crate entertainment center, and my desk/computer amalgam.
First on the chopping block, my arch-nemisis the futon:
Confession:I loved this futon when I got it. It saved my life. But I thought so highly of it at the time because for the 4 months before that I was sleeping on the floor. While a futon isn't a comfortable nights sleep, it's a hell of a step up from the floor. It's like giving a starving African kid McDonalds. He's just so damn happy to be eating, he doesn't care that it's crap.
Then, through the vagaries of fate I acquired a slightly used twin bed. Actually the fat guy across the hall moved out one day and left it. But still, mine is mine. And sleeping on that compared to sleeping on the futon was like choosing between silk and sandpaper. Now it's basically something that gets in the way when I need to get to the closet. It's not even comfortable to play video games on it because it sits so far back.
So today I'm disassembling it and giving it to the mexican kid downstairs. He's moving to his own apartment in a few days and he might be able to find a use for it. I won't be getting the $40 I paid for it back, but maybe he'll invite me to some of the sexy parties that are sure to ensue in a nearly furniture free apartment.
I'll put up some pics next week of what it looks like without the futon, I think it'll make everything look bigger. Like shaving your junk.
