The Best
This is empty madness. It is, very literally, a celebration of total materialism.<p>What is ultimately important in life are people -- messy, filthy, bacteria-and-disease-laden, imperfect, emotional, sweating shitting cursing crying screaming laughing farting people and the connections we build to them.<p>This celebration of spending insane amounts of time choosing the perfect flatware or the perfect wallet is sick. Steve Jobs spent <i>eight years</i> discussing furniture with his family before buying a sofa etc (<a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2011/11/14/111114fa_fact_gladwell" rel="nofollow">http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2011/11/14/111114fa_fact_...</a>). I will never do that, and I will never have flatware as nice as Dustin Curtis', and I will never have sound as good as an obsessive audiophile, or the perfect car.<p>I won't even write a particularly convincing Hacker News comment on this very topic. I've got to go. Life is too short for this shit.