While killing some hours with Paulie this afternoon hopping around Long Beach, we eventually ducked into the P.F. Chang’s bar for some seared ahi and Sierra on tap. Hanging out getting his grind on solo style was my newest pal Cesar Millan, known to many as the Dog Whisperer. One of the good guys. A true hero.

Great bar, that one. I’ve been a rabid Chang’s fan since those special trips to Fashion Island in the mid nineties. The Long Beach location’s been far and away my favorite restaurant in the chain, although Del Amo looks like it may be having something to say about that.

Are you a pack rat, or do you know one? Paul Graham’s written an excellent essay on the topic of stuff and clutter, what it means, and what it doesn’t. I’ve run out of fingers trying to count how many people I know that need to read this, including myself.

The only way you’re ever going to extract any value from stuff is to use it. And if you don’t have any immediate use for it, you probably never will… A house full of stuff can be very depressing… A cluttered room saps one’s spirits… The harder a scene is to parse, the less energy you have left for conscious thoughts… A cluttered room is literally exhausting…

Amen. Throw the shit out!