Coincidently, an officemate came by today with a crisp little paper tote bag. In it were a handful of equally pristine white and pastel colored photo books and cd books. The bindings were quality, the photos were well shot. Inside the books and CD gatefold were clever little calling cards of a band. Lyrics were printed in the books, and there were lengthy thank you notes written for pages and pages as an addendum. In Korean. For a quarter of the cost of most Sigur Rós merchandise, you too can get a bagful of BTS merch.
This person is quite awesome, we get along superbly, and yet... I gazed upon her "stash" with the same befuddlement I see on her face sitting in my office across from my ten large framed SR posters.
Whatever turns you on. I eat my PB&J desk lunch to save money, I spent it on my view. 
