Showing posts with label bookstores. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bookstores. Show all posts
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Simple Pleasures, April 2011 Edition
On Friday I caught up with some good friends over dinner. We live in two different towns, so we rendezvous-ed at a big shopping center halfway between them. The dining options were somewhat limited, and we picked a mass-market Asian fusion kind of place. The food was not unpleasant, but really sub-par as far as Asian food goes. I had a dish with tofu and broccoli, and the tofu was just as it would be if you opened a package of smooth tofu and cut it into pieces--bland and slippery, not crispy or flavorful like it often is at Chinese restaurants. The sauce was thin and not particularly flavorful either. Nevertheless, the whole experience was very pleasant because I was there with friends and the weather was great. We got to be silly just like we always are when we hang out, and we got to catch up on what's been going on in each other's lives. After dinner we had planned to see a movie, but nothing that was playing looked too good, so we just wandered through a bookstore instead. The evening was a prime example of the power of simple pleasures to bring joy.
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Asian,
bookstores,
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dinner,
Friday,
friends,
joy,
movies,
silliness,
tofu
Friday, February 25, 2011
Used Bookstores
Walking into a used bookstore and browsing is a singular pleasure. Time drops away as you meander among the too-close shelves, inhaling the musty perfume of volume upon volume of forgotten lore. Treasures await around every turn, behind every copy of the Compleat Idiot's guide to Volkswagen repair and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Instructions for new activities and philosophies of life, recipes, maps of far-off lands. Sometimes there are even vinyl records of bands you'd forgotten you liked. They're extra-special on rainy days. As a young person, used bookstores afford the chance to read things your parents wouldn't want you to see, while cloaked in the guise of respectable intellectualism. Used bookstores are a bargain-priced gateway to exotic worlds, the panacea for latter-day technological overload. There's always something interesting, and always the chance to escape from mundane concerns in a cozy afternoon among the shelves.
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