I am feeling over run by kipple. The insidious kipple has taken over my desk at work; my files at work; every bag I own; my living space at home ... something must be done. There is an evil plot to over run the world with kipple and frankly I am a teesy bit frightened. Since I have made some fiscal decisions over the past little while in an effort to streamline both my finances and my personal stress levels, I think that I should put some effort in reduction of the kipple. Easier said than done.
This is a problem for many I am thinking, ergo the new show Clean Sweep which pulls out an over abundance of kipple and other assorted weirdness from seemingly normal people's rooms and reorganizes.
What is kipple you may ask ... well I didn't know until quite recently so I'll share but really what you should do is pick up Philip K Dick and do some reading ... the basic idea is that kipple comes from entropy and of course the ever popular consumerism of our society.
Isidore in "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep" defines kipple as "Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders after you use the last match or gum wrappers of yesterday's homepape. When nobody's around, kipple reproduces itself. For instance, if you go to bed leaving any kipple around your apartment, when you wake up the next morning there is twice as much of it. It always gets more and more." the First Law of Kipple (is that) "Kipple drives out nonkippleâ€™â€¦ â€¦(one) can roll the kipple-factor back¦ No one can win against kipple, except temporarily and maybe in one spot, like in my apartment I've sort of created a stasis between the pressure of kipple and nonkipple, for the time being. But eventually I'll die or go away, and then the kipple will take over. It's a universal principal operating throughout the universe; the entire universe is moving towards a final state of total, absolute kippleization."
So, you can see the difficulty with the whole kipple mess ... look around your space and you too will realize that kipple may be overwhelming the empty spaces of uncluttered sighs.