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After work I drove downtown and met Dude at the Central Library, where all the books I want are. It was soon to be closing time but I had prepared a list of the books in Closed Stacks I wanted pulled for m, and then Dude and I ran around and found the rest of my books before they closed.
We stood at the counter and with two minutes to go until closing, they brought up the pull requests from Closed Stacks, and I went and checked them out on this magical tray that scanned the whole stack at once and I was so excited I misplaced the receipt that tells me when to bring them back.
Then we went to a nearby brewery and had an enormous dinner, and then we came home and crammed all our banjo practicing for the whole week into about an hour. The sudden extreme cold had both of our banjos horribly out of tune and Dude tortured me for about a full minute by playing his anyway without tuning it.
It made me get the humidifier running, because ugh, torture.
Anyway now I have a book on candlemaking, two books on amulets and charms, a book on greywater recycling systems, a book about African-American “conjure” traditions in history and the present, a book from 1953 about flower arranging by a woman named Elizabeth Bear (the library did not have the works I wanted by the more recent Elizabeth Bear, who I am nearly sure is not the same person but it would be hilarious if they were), a fantastically dated book from the early ‘80s about feminism and Tarot, and a fantasy novel from the early 1980s about an alternate history version of the Wars of the Roses (someone just recced this to me, it’s John M. Ford, I cannot wait to read this, it looks batshit in the best way). I couldn’t find a couple more books, which I actually was really interested in, but that’s fine, as I clearly have enough books. And I’ve got two more books about tiny houses on reserve at the library closer to my house, which I’ll have to get to, uhhh when I get to them.
Also I’m traveling rather soon, so. I’m going to have to fly through a bunch of these, but I believe in myself.
Dude was like “uhhhh… a little bit of everything huh?” and I was like listen, sometimes I sublimate my desires into library loan requests.
Of all the things, he picked up the really super-dated feminism and tarot book and is frowning over the author’s assertion that sometimes she removes the kings from her deck to read for lesbian feminists. oh come on. Listen, guy, I’m just borrowing the book, I don’t know anything about it.
After work I drove downtown and met Dude at the Central Library, where all the books I want are. It was soon to be closing time but I had prepared a list of the books in Closed Stacks I wanted pulled for m, and then Dude and I ran around and found the rest of my books before they closed.
We stood at the counter and with two minutes to go until closing, they brought up the pull requests from Closed Stacks, and I went and checked them out on this magical tray that scanned the whole stack at once and I was so excited I misplaced the receipt that tells me when to bring them back.
Then we went to a nearby brewery and had an enormous dinner, and then we came home and crammed all our banjo practicing for the whole week into about an hour. The sudden extreme cold had both of our banjos horribly out of tune and Dude tortured me for about a full minute by playing his anyway without tuning it.
It made me get the humidifier running, because ugh, torture.
Anyway now I have a book on candlemaking, two books on amulets and charms, a book on greywater recycling systems, a book about African-American “conjure” traditions in history and the present, a book from 1953 about flower arranging by a woman named Elizabeth Bear (the library did not have the works I wanted by the more recent Elizabeth Bear, who I am nearly sure is not the same person but it would be hilarious if they were), a fantastically dated book from the early ‘80s about feminism and Tarot, and a fantasy novel from the early 1980s about an alternate history version of the Wars of the Roses (someone just recced this to me, it’s John M. Ford, I cannot wait to read this, it looks batshit in the best way). I couldn’t find a couple more books, which I actually was really interested in, but that’s fine, as I clearly have enough books. And I’ve got two more books about tiny houses on reserve at the library closer to my house, which I’ll have to get to, uhhh when I get to them.
Also I’m traveling rather soon, so. I’m going to have to fly through a bunch of these, but I believe in myself.
Dude was like “uhhhh… a little bit of everything huh?” and I was like listen, sometimes I sublimate my desires into library loan requests.
Of all the things, he picked up the really super-dated feminism and tarot book and is frowning over the author’s assertion that sometimes she removes the kings from her deck to read for lesbian feminists. oh come on. Listen, guy, I’m just borrowing the book, I don’t know anything about it.
