Moving sucks. Well, it mostly sucks.

There is the hassle of sorting through what seems like every article of clothing, every scrap of paper, every photo, every knicknack and curio, every book on your bookshelf... The agonizing decision of, "What if I should ever want or need to refer to my notes from my financial economics class 9 years ago? What if I should ever want to reread these papers on how certain normally anti-inflamatory apolipoproteins found in HDL actually become pro-inflammatory in the acute thrombotic conditions present in an atherosclerotic coronary artery?"

It's utterly irrational. Holding onto those notes, those papers, dutifully transporting them from apartment to apartment every 3-4 years, respectfully dusting the covers off, ceremoniously leafing through the contents, rediscovering the history of a long-lost world like an archaeologist, reveling in the depth and breadth of what I had managed to learn in just 10-weeks, and when the bittersweet ignorance of what I have long forgotten begins to become too much, I set them back in their tattered cardboard sarcophagus for shipping to the next "museum" where they will likely stay in a dark corner of the garage or closet for the next 3 years.

But this ritual is more and more often leading to a decision to destroy history rather than preserve it. Perhaps it is because I am, once again, back in school and flooded in papers, graded homeworks, lecture notes, books, and course readers. Supply of academic nostalgia has totally dominated demand, cheapening it - like a beach with billions of seashells, millions of which might be fossilized relics of species that have been extinct for millions of years.

I also credit the amazing ability of the Internet to immediately conjure forth incredible on-demand resources to provide at least a partial answer to virtually any question about virtually any subject.

Finally, as I have gotten more focused in my career and industry, the connection between certain stores of knowledge and my career trajectory seems more dubious than ever.

Still, my fondness for certain liberal arts courses, particularly those in history and public policy, compels me to stay them from the landfill. But financial economics?

Well, I'll be getting my MBA next May. Out it goes.