I’ve toyed with the idea of min­i­mal­ism for a few years now, ever since — and this may seem kinda lame — I saw an episode of cribs that fea­tured Moby’s ever-so-humble abode. His place, in my opin­ion, is beau­ti­ful. Warm? Not so much. Peace­ful? Yes. And peace is good.

So my buddy Stephen re-tweeted some­thing from a min­i­mal­ist blog, and it made me real­ize just how much I’m enjoy­ing my new­found free­dom as a result of me end­ing the free­lanc­ing mad­ness. Why not take it a step fur­ther and cut out even more mad­ness? Enter “7 things”…

I fig­ure I should start small, so I’m going to try to min­i­mal­ize 7 things in my mas­ter bed­room. I’m just going to do this with my own stuff — noth­ing that my wife and I both use, as she may not take kindly to me giv­ing away the Brook­lyn Tech­ni­cal High School t-shirt that she wears so often.

Here’s the line-up…

• My night­stand: Rest­ing place of design books, poetry antholo­gies, receipts, and tod­dler artwork.
• My side of the closet: There are entirely too many items of cloth­ing in there that I do not wear. I should pay a visit to my church’s cloth­ing bank.
• My side of the bath­room sink: Under the sink, actu­ally. It’s ridiculous.
• My dresser: I don’t need all of those t-shirts.
• My Mac: It should be work­ing after my Genius Bar appoint­ment tomor­row, hope­fully. I’ll be tak­ing tips from this guy.
• My armoire: I have full reign over the media com­po­nents in the room. I’ll man­age those accordingly.
• My bath­room mag­a­zine col­lec­tion: Some of those Pop­u­lar Mechan­ics and bon appetit issues should move to the trash.

This should be inter­est­ing. I’m going to apply this prin­ci­ple to my re-design as well. And, of course, cut­ting out all of the extras will leave more room, I’m hop­ing, for God (there it is!).

UPDATE: Fol­low my exper­i­ment in min­i­mal­ism at http://​guiller​moan​drae​.tum​blr​.com