My dad left behind a lot of DVDs. He also left behind a lot of VCR tapes, but I wasn't about to go through those. They wound up in the recycle bin. The CDs had a questionable future too, until I decided so much classical music should just stick with me. So they're still in boxes. The DVDs, though. They got picked over pretty well after he died, and the remainder have taken up a couple three banker's boxes ever since. Until today.
One hundred forty six DVDs of ballet. Tonight I took them down to Dimple. I figured a place that reminded me of a low-rent suburbanized version of Tower Records wasn't going to show much interest in so much ballet, but where else was I going to go?
Happy surprise! 146 DVDs, $776 till cash. Mostly twenties, a few hundreds, a shitload of fives and singles.
No doubt a few gems. I did pick one out once, one of his several versions of Prokofiev's Romeo and Juliet. I love the music. But the one I picked, while the cover looked sexy, wasn't engaging enough. And who has time to go through the rest? Or even a fraction of the rest? Not me. Someone who shops at Dimple, that's who.
Au revoir.
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Sweet! My mom had a coin collection, which got me around $250 a few years ago.
Congratulations for having unloaded some of the stuff you've been wanting to dispose of, AND for doing so in such a lucrative fashion!!!
I have never, ever understood what people get out of ballet -- but they do, so hurrah that some will enjoy it and you get paid. Win-win.
When my late and ex husband died, leaving me to deal with an entire 5x10 storage unit packed to the ceiling with CDs and books, I donated the majority of the books to a charity that supported school libraries for about a $500 tax credit."The shit has gone forth to do good in the world," said the friend who had helped me empty out the unit, marveling all the while and how much "shit" a person can accumulate in a life.
I kept his chess trophies.
I became the family attic when my folks and grandfather moved down here. It got worse when my dad died because now all the stuff they kept is mine, too.
My dad had no DVDs that I found. Not even training flix. OTOH, he had a lot of video tape. I recycled some for my own VCR (yeah, yeah, gekko) but he loved the Cirque and recorded it whenever they appeared. I'll watch them sometime, right?
He and my mom had a lot of music, too. Opera. Big bands. Stuff that I (mostly) like. Little by little, I've imported it into iTunes. Now I need a bigger hard drive.
Cloud. Put your digitizable flotsam up on Amazon or iCloud or something with a streaming player. Dump the CDs.
For the DVDs, though, which are huge and ripping them a PITA ... Dunno. Whatever might be valuable to you personally? I think it's worth getting a good ripping application (for my Mac I have Toast Titanium, now owned by Roxy I think) and spending the time ripping those and then putting copies on little thumb drives. Cloud storage would be expensive because the freebie accounts are limited in size.
Terabyte hard drives less expensive, but you have to change those out every few years, so they may end up being expensive.
We're already finding it difficult to buy video players. One day DVD players will be difficult to find. The things worth keeping are worth transferring to the latest medium.
"Terabyte hard drives less expensive, but you have to change those out every few years, so they may end up being expensive."
Not so much.
Once upon a time we all used tape drives for backup and accepted that the tapes would wear out. The old idea of a "redundant array of inexpensive disks" is the right answer. We use cheap (~$100) external drives and simply rotate them out every year or two. It has the advantage of making sure we keep current on technology and format, too, instead of getting trapped with a priceless photo on a 25-year old floppy.
Don't talk about my tattoo in public.
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