Alice. Very, very, very, very fucked-up library

http://www.karlmarxbooks.com/

I am unpacking my library. Yes, I am. The books are not yet on the shelves, not yet touched by the mild boredom of order. I cannot march up and down their ranks to pass them in review before a friendly audience. You need not fear any of that. Instead, I must ask you to join me in the disorder of crates that have been wrenched open, the air saturated with the dust of wood, the floor covered with torn paper, to join me among piles of volumes that are seeing davlight again after two years of darkness, so that you may be ready to share with me a bit of the mood - it is certainly not an elegiac mood but, rather, one of anticipation - which these books arouse in a genuine collector. For such a man is speaking to you, and on closer scrutiny he proves to be speaking only about himself. Would it not be presumptuous of me if, in order to appear convincingly objective and down-to-earth, I enumerated for you the main sections or prize pieces of a library, if I presented you with their history or even their usefulness to a writer? I, for one, have in mind something less obscure, something more palpable than that; what I am really concerned with is giving you some insight into the relationship of a book collector to his possessions, into collecting rather than a collection. If I do this by elaborating on the various ways of acquiring books, this is something entirely arbitrary. This or any other procedure is merely a dam against the spring tide of memories which surges toward any collector as he contemplates his possessions. Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories. More than that: the chance, the fate, that suffuse the past before my eyes are conspicuously present in the accustomed confusion of these books. For what else is this collection but a disorder to which habit has accommodated itself to such an extent that it can appear as order? You have all heard of people whom the loss of their books has turned into invalids, or of those who in order to acquire them became criminals. These are the very areas in which any order is a balancing act of extreme precariousness. "The only exact knowledge there is," said Anatole France, "is the knowledge of the date of publication and the format of books." And indeed, if there is a counterpart to the confusion of a library, it is the order of its catalogue.

SIGNIFICANT MOMENTS

An Historical Novel Written in Quotations
By Gary Freedman

ick

is that you in the *ick* pic
wow, you're a real groover

: )

man-on-mannequin sex looks pretty sexy
i must try that...
omg!
i've said too much

are you wettin fer sermbody, bebe
http://blogs.kansascity.com/photos/uncategorized/mannequin_mmm.jpg
do you cerm here erffin
?

it took so long for it to load, that i thought
did i press the "post comment" button

;) ooxx

you were once a mannequin

(sorry, i'm too, um, horney right now - what with flirting on the main thread... you ladies [& mannequins] are driving me wild - so i've gotta stop or i'm just going to say stupid shit all night)

you added //sorry no plastic here// to your post before i posted mine
and here's some more jinxy synchronicity
i wrote "the good old days" on the main thread

sometimes i believe...
it's a magical universe

;D Teehee Tea Cheers & whatever Cheers ;)

Oyf Eybik Yung
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bivsP_h6l0s

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Spike Milligan

correct in Time... ;)

So few States in this country—and so few countries, if it comes to that—are without a lover's leap that the very name has come to be a by-word. In most of these places the disappointed ones seem to have gone to elaborate and unusual pains to commit suicide, neglecting many easy and equally appropriate methods. But while in some cases the legend has been made to fit the place, there is no doubt that in many instances the story antedated the arrival of the white men. The best known lovers' leaps are those on the upper Mississippi, on the French Broad, Jump Mountain, in Virginia, Jenny Jump Mountain, New Jersey, Mackinac, Michigan, Monument Mountain, Massachusetts, on the Wissahickon, near Philadelphia, Muscatine, Iowa, and Lefferts Height.

http://www.sacred-texts.com/ame/lol/lol265.htm

are, on the face of it, poles apart. Certainly, a group of people who often dress strangely, live in a world of their own, speak a specialized language and frequently make statements that appear to be in flagrant breach of common sense have nothing in common with a group of people who often dress strangely, speak a specialized language, live in..."

-Terry Pratchett

http://www.boingboing.net/2010/03/13/most-beautiful-books.html?utm_sourc...

Splendid, indeed.

Hello, my friends,

What's the secret you need to know to start an Open Mic here?

We just wanted to say this:

". . . Swinging, swaying, and records playing -"

Let's not forget, compadres.

" - Summer's here and the time is right . . . : There'll be dancing -
Everywhere."

Nothing to dance for just now though, is there?
So let's just dance for nothing now.

~`ordinary's just not good enough today - olp`~
Jamesbenet

Blue Roots Radio

lurv the Bill Withers....nice.

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