Every item in my room has its obvious function, which is often secondary to its less apparent use. Besides my bicycle towel-rack and Shabbat map are my bookshelves. Two of them frame my room, and they are decoration. It’s not because I like to show off my collection (though who doesn’t, really?), and not only because I wedge photos of family and friends among the books. Rather, they adorn my room because they are arranged by color. My blue shelf of siddurim, Tanakhim, and a scrapbook sit above the green/purple shelf, a glorious mix of ancient and modern, traditional and trailblazing. Below that, the red/orange shelf, a similar mix, and at the bottom, the classic brown of our holy texts. Finally, a just started jigsaw puzzle on the floor of Norman Rockwell’s “The Shiner”. Primarily a source of relaxation, its secondary function is a reminder that sometimes a little bit of spunk can go a long way.