If I were Zizek, I'd write a book about this: Home Decor, the New Moral Order

Yeah, yeah, there is a book here for some one else to write: recently, some one expressed shock and outrage that my home and office have such a just moved in feeling to them. The unsettled provisional look is not one I have chosen. It chose me.

Well, it's because we have been just moving in for about five years straight now, we have no decorating budget, and being the children of immigrants and refugees who always thought they were going home (Mainland China and Austria respectively), we have gotten in the habit of picking up found furniture and buying the cheap stuff.

This has been going on for half a lifetime and I am still thinking, "When I grow up, I'll get real furniture."

But I still can't afford real furniture. We live the life of the mind, and yet that kind of decor puritanism bothers me too, so when I do get some dough, maybe I'll blow it on some thing fabulous, but what that would be, I don't even know...