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j / September 12, 2005 7:34 AM


Pedro / September 12, 2005 9:01 AM

Isn't this a recycled question?

Staci / September 12, 2005 9:53 AM

I would have to say the quilt my grandma made specificially for my antique 3/4 bed and my crazy guinea pigs. If I had to leave my apartment because of a fire, I'd wrap the pigs in the quilt and get out of there.

Moon / September 12, 2005 10:10 AM

This is the kind of question that leads people to buy beanie babies or collectible plates, in the hopes that someday, somewhere they'll be worth more than the money you spent storing them.

Knock it off.

/My prized possession is whatever I can use today to make life easier or more interesting

robin.. / September 12, 2005 10:16 AM

i am my most prized possession and most important work.

Steve / September 12, 2005 10:31 AM

I'm stuck on whether my inability to answer this question means that I have no possession that holds special value to me, or if I'm just too materialistic to settle for just one.

I fear it's the latter, since I can answer more targeted "desert island"-type questions with no problem.

pang / September 12, 2005 10:31 AM

Having had a number of "prized possessions" stolen over the past five years, I've sort of let go of the tangible. I would now say that my family -- husband, daughter, soon-to-be-born son -- is my most prized possession, though of course I don't really posssess them.

C-Note / September 12, 2005 10:47 AM

You guys are a bunch of jagoffs. Just answer the fucking question, you goatee-stroking existential metaphysicians.

My P-Bass Deluxe. How hard was that?


sweetwater / September 12, 2005 10:49 AM

my art-deco fountain pen.

MikeH / September 12, 2005 10:55 AM

a restored Remington No. 10 typewriter from 1920

jgs / September 12, 2005 10:56 AM

won't tells them, nasty gaperses, then they'd steal the precious, lovely precious. they wants their grubby handses all over the precious 1972 Schwinn Paramount, baby blue ladies step over frame. used to be all campy, now some campy and some shimano 600.

and fish.

Steve / September 12, 2005 11:00 AM

My goatee.

Without it, my existential metaphysical stroking would have only one outlet instead of two....

lisamay / September 12, 2005 11:02 AM

What's with all the crank pants today? Did we all have that rough a weekend?

My engagement ring. It belonged to my fiance's mother, who was a truly wonderful woman. And it was given to me by a truly wonderful man with the blessings and encouragement of his equally amazing family. It reminds me of how lucky and loved I am every time I look at it.

lisamay / September 12, 2005 11:03 AM

* Cranky pants. Cranky. Not crank.
Maybe it was a rough weekend...

Eamon / September 12, 2005 11:17 AM

My wedding ring, although after dislocating my ring finger for the umpteenth time, it doesn't fit anymore. And my jeweler is in Old Orchard. Old Orchard! Might as well be Mauritania.

Charlie / September 12, 2005 11:19 AM

A swiss army watch my dad gave me the 1st x-mas after his cancer recovery. I didn't think he was going to be around that x-mas.

kerry / September 12, 2005 11:34 AM

My eyes. I don't know how I'd live without them. I also have a couple teeth I'm really proud of. I keep those in a jewelry box on my dresser. Some day I plan to dress them up all fancy and photograph them.
p.s. lisamay: "crank pants" is way funnier.

NotSoHealthy / September 12, 2005 11:34 AM

My record player, scratch that. My records

paul / September 12, 2005 11:41 AM

I'd have to say my memory. I'm afraid of getting alzheimers.

Physical possession: my favorite pair of trousers.

eep / September 12, 2005 11:58 AM

Two teddy bears I've had since I was a year old. Also, a Nightmare Before Christmas limited edition cookie jar I got years ago, in which I have stored mementos from my relationship with my first boyfriend. I guess that makes three things, but I'd be hard pressed to pick a favorite of the bunch.

FVK Member / September 12, 2005 11:58 AM

My Thermos.

j3s / September 12, 2005 12:05 PM

My box of old notebooks, all my journals before I started doing them on the computer. I've had dreams where the house was on fire and I ran back in to get them.

Todd / September 12, 2005 12:26 PM

My cd player. $700 & I listen to it every day, justifying my crazed music buying jags.

Hambone Deluxo / September 12, 2005 12:28 PM


julie / September 12, 2005 12:29 PM

a letter my dad wrote to me a week before he passed away unexpectedly from a heart attack. it was creepy though--i received it in the mail after he had already passed.

leah / September 12, 2005 1:42 PM

my iPod.

maybe sometimes I kiss it. maybe.

sky / September 12, 2005 2:29 PM

My grandmother's ring that was passed down to me after she died. I often times thought of how I would react if someone tried to mug me for it....honestly, i thought of switching it to my right hand so that i would have a stronger punch when I get them with my bad-ass hook. I see them trying to steal it, me punching them and dragging the stone through their cheek. Nobody messes with my grandma.
p.s. this plan probably would never work since i have never hit anyone in my life.

loir / September 12, 2005 3:04 PM

a silver match box I found in the remains of a fire when I was 6. Except I still think it might have been a dream, and the silver box came from another realm. It's right here in front of me.

jen*nee / September 12, 2005 3:12 PM

My sense of humor. And this chalupa I'm scarfing right now.

(props to jgs, btw. awesome post)

jerk / September 12, 2005 3:15 PM

This paddle ball, and this lamp, and this chair too!

emily / September 12, 2005 3:19 PM

a 1930's art deco compactum that my mother gave me for my wedding. it houses my other most prized possessions, my grandmother's china and crystal and my husband's grandmother's silver.

anthony / September 12, 2005 7:58 PM

my ex-girlfriend
my sideburns
my bicycle
my whitesox

Jill / September 12, 2005 8:42 PM

Huntsman, What Quarry? signed by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Benedict XVI / September 12, 2005 8:42 PM

My immortal soul.
And my cool white beanie.

HuckleCat / September 12, 2005 10:59 PM

My TempurPedic.

Ahh how I look forward to going to bed...

Jeigh / September 13, 2005 9:43 AM

I dunno. My health? I don't really own anything that is all that great. My piano maybe? My camera? No, I guess I'm sticking with the health answer. My health.

Baltimore / September 13, 2005 9:45 AM

Ow weeee Ow weee, can I have three? Can I please? Well, lets see;a crack pipe I made from an antenna of a BMW parked outside of Spago resturant, my dishwater hands, and my emerald slippers, or are they rubby?

mike / September 13, 2005 9:53 AM

My 1970 Raleigh Superbe 3-speed.

Carrie / September 13, 2005 11:10 AM

My Winnie the Pooh I've had since I was born. He doesn't quite look like Winnie the Pooh anymore, but that's ok, I know that he is. If there's a "most loved stuffed animal" contest, he'd win, no question about it.

jk1 / September 13, 2005 12:09 PM

A white beanie rabbit my then girlfriend, now wife, gave me just before she departed for a seven month long assignment. My rabbit even has amazing healing abilities! When I have a headache, I can perch him on my head (The beans do a great job of keeping him balanced in place...), close my eyes and before long my headache will subside. No ibuprofen required. He also fits perfectly in the crook of my neck when I'm napping.

Also beloved is my collection of books, films, graphic novels and CDs. Whenever knowledge, inspiration or escape is needed, they are there waiting to provide it...

Of course, intangibles like a sense of humor, relatively good health, the ability to touch, taste, smell, see and hear, a fairly capable intellect, and most of all, being graced with enough madness to be interesting while not being hospitalized.

gail / September 30, 2005 1:03 PM

Oh, Mike. You are so right. My Raleigh Superbe, ladies model with the generator-run light. It still works. I love it.

Sonja / October 5, 2005 2:12 PM

My journal from 2nd grade. We were required to write in it every day, and then "share" on Fridays. God that thing is HILARIOUS!

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