Last night Alison and I drove to Barnes & Noble. We always forget just how far it feels to drive. But I re-understand why we normally peruse the local bookshops instead. But we drudged there because I had a specific book in mind that I wanted to read - the last novel I haven't read by one of my favorite authors.
We walked in and went straight to the first round table of new books. What a marketing strategy. Find yourself doing this next time: you head to the clearance rack, find nothing, then look to the 'sale' rack, find a suitable-but-wouldn't-buy-at-this-juncture-in-time, and your progress leads you to the thing that you cannot pass up, straightaway in the you'll-pay-for-this-in-blood rack. The same's true for book stores:
They command your attention when you arrive with a full-price-round table with new books. From there you can choose the clearance shelves, or see what else is new in the more expensive side of the store. (You know, the side with the coffee shop?) They make that clearance side look like the desert. You really have to be thrifty to venture that way. So, you choose the expensive side with the magazines, the never-ending latte's and cookies, nestle in with a book, which you find you cannot leave without, and then on your way to pay, you cross over into the desert-side of clearance, and find two more books that look interesting and are too cheap to pass on while you're heading to the register.
I digress.
The first round table had the author previously mentioned's new book. One I hadn't seen. So I was destined to remain in bed today, reading my full-price hardcover new book: Rant.
Never type the title to a post before you write the text. Otherwise you'll have a paragraph at the bottom that makes a desperate attempt to come 180 back to make it make sense:
While in the desert, I eyed the notebooks. They had a nice display of my favorite moleskine journals, complete with little straps sewn in to keep it closed. I have two at home. I meant them to contain my thoughts, but then evolved into having this blog contain them. And from there I evolved into not putting my thoughts into this blog at all, just what's going on lately. And for that I am at expense to myself, and need to reanalyze why I have this at all. What's my intent?
So I may delete this blog entirely. Look for a blogspot address involving moleskine if this address suddenly renders the "Page not found" death page.
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