Library

The library, the library, oh how I love the library. I walk through the doors of the local branch, well it seems, twice a week. There are many reasons to go to the library. But I just go for books. (another reason to go there follows)

Typically when I go to pick something up I have books to return. My recent trip was no exception, four or five books to return, and one or two to pick up. Dirty secret time.

I do not read all of the books I check out. If I do not like a book or the whatever about it I stop. I do not have the ability to read through things at my s l o w reading pace just cannot afford to keep a book.

There is another reason to not finish a library book. On Writing, Stephen King, being an example. I got it from the library and decided it was a keeper. So I ordered a copy and returned theirs when it arrived.

Another reason to get something from the library (referenced above) is the Oxford English Library dictionary. It is that edition with citations for a word for as long as it has existed. You are in need of what “making love” meant 100 years ago? That is the place. Etymology? You have it here.

Hmmmm, I guess I should include Kanopy the movie source mentioned by someone here a while ago. Great films. Even great documentaries.

Digression: While you do have to wait a year to get season two of Cowboy Bebop you can, if you are OK with the differences in the plots, wait? you get a different but mostly the same sets? It is different enough to watch the animated original. Tonight I heard my wife singing. It was Fly Me To The Moon. Why that? It shows up during bits and pieces of the plot. This triggered a bit of disagreement about it.

That is jazz.
No it’s not. It is good.
It is JAZZ.
No, it is good.

My wife hates jazz.

MichaelRpdx :: rkmm 2021-11-28