Well, so much for all my hand-wringing and pontificating. I just got back from Barnes and Noble in Crestwood, where, despite a couple of somewhat prominent tables devoted to Black History Month and Obama, the Best African American Essays collection was not in stock, even though it was released earlier this month and edited by two St. Louisans.
This [blog] is my Savings Bank. I grow richer because I have somewhere to deposit my earnings; and fractions are worth more to me because corresponding fractions are waiting here that shall be made integers by their addition. —Emerson, Journal (1834)
You must collect things for reasons you don't yet understand.