Thursday, June 29, 2006

Fun with research...

City Lights Bookshop Find
In the past few weeks I've been buying books at City Lights Bookshop that came from the Kupolski collection which was quite unique.

These are some titles I've picked up so far...

The Myth of Sisyphus - Albert Camus
Man and His Symbols - Carl G. Jung
Symbolic Wounds - Bruno Bettelheim
The Observer's Book of Flags
Middle Eastern Mythology - S.H. Hooke
Prehistoric India - Stuart Piggott

Hopefully, I can put this stuff to something useful in the future.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Hair.

I have notice that my friends are getting haircuts.
The Hair is getting longer
I have chosen not to go that route.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Portugal vs. Netherlands... yikes!

Well, I'm not driving to Strathroy today.
The two major nationalities in Strathroy that are not English, Irish, Scottish, or Welsh are the Dutch and the Portuguese.
Portugal and the Netherlands are playing today.
After the game is done, the town might be a bit hectic.
I'm gonna play it safe and avoid going east to Strathroy.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

I cut hay...

This job I'm doing on the farm seems paradoxical. The job of cutting hay is boring as hell, but I don't have to deal with any asswipes.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

the macbook...

I gots me a new computer. Already, the old iMac looks more and more like a piece of art than a piece of utility. I'd show you pictures but I've been playing with it constantly.

teehee.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

The bookstore in Sylvan...

Sylvan is a "ghost" village in West Williams Township which is now part of the municipality of North Middlesex. There's not a lot happening in Sylvan, except for a bookstore that's open on the weekends. I had to check this place out because it's out of the way and in an unusual location for a bookstore.

The outside of the bookstore looked like it's in an old gas station office or general store turned into a diner, turned into a garden center, turned into a bookstore. The pumps were long gone. All the greenery was slowly taking over. Remnants of a diner survive on the windows as you can still see Coca-Cola ads stuck on the glass.

The inside was different. Its appearance was a cross between a decent flea market booth in Grand Bend and City Lights Bookshop from London taking a day-trip to parts unknown. When you first open the door to the store, the first thing you see are postcards of vintage paperback and pulp fiction novels cover art. I knew there was a scent of hipness in the air in the midst of a grizzled land, and the only people that can pull this stunt are the grizzled hipsters.

(Grizzled Hipsters don't have the metrosexual look like some urban hipsters have, but they definitely don't take in the Kentucky Waterfall look either.)

I scored some postcards and local history book on Vanished Villages of Middlesex County. I'll probably go back there in a couple of weeks.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

bits and kibbles...

Farm work has made me become more antisocial again... so at some point I gonna be talking about something stupid I did.

...something struck me, six was afraid of seven because seven ate nine, but wasn't six more jealous than afraid of seven because six eats nine and seven was taking over six's turf?