Hoo boy, someone is targeting the geek parent demographic. I had a hard time resisting this.
Read Edward Gorey’s Utter Zoo to the boy at bedtime. Shit, I hope I don’t give him nightmares. (Taken with Instagram)
There are times when I spend a lot of time helping a customer find a book and we finally locate it in the store and I hand it to them. They look it over, hand it back and say, “I’ll buy it from Amazon.”
I know I should not be thinking this but what runs through my mind is: I hope it gets lost in the mail.
Support your local bookstore before they no longer exist.
Geek Craft of the Day: Star Trek Children’s Book. My favorite part is the “Make Picard human again” page.
Omg… this might be the cutest book about Star Trek ever.
Make it so.
Sometimes I sensed that the books I read in rapid succession had set up some sort of murmur among themselves, transforming my head into an orchestra pit where different musical instruments sounded out, and I would realize that I could endure this life because of these musicales going on in my head.
I just realized my selections might be a little too ambitious for bedside reading.
Reader Submission: Title by Emily
Milan Kundera: The Unbearable Lightness of Being
This was what was keeping me awake at night. This fragmentation. Because it’s the same problem everywhere. It’s like the internet, or cable TV- there’s never any center, there’s no communal agreement, there’s just a trillion little bits of distracting noise. We can never sit down and have any kind of sustained conversation, it’s all just cheap trash and shitty developments. All the real things, the authentic things, the honest things are dying off. Intellectually and culturally, we just bounce around the room like random billiard balls, reacting to the latest random stimuli.
Jonathan Franzen, Freedom