Library time

So I spend a lot of time at the library. Mostly working on classwork, but sometimes, I go in to check out some books. I still have a healthy respect for the old ink-on-paper medium. I suspect that the brain processes information differently if it's taken in through a screen. Just a hunch. Someone should study that. There's a good selection of books in those stacks. The other day, I found a good book on the comedians of the 1950s and 1960s. An interesting subject, and good for some hours of reading. Occasionally I actually get into a conversation with someone. It's been known to happen. People are friendly. The recycling bin is always a good source for scratch paper. If you're in a math or science class, there's never enough scratch paper. There's a flimsy sign out in front that says Building 800. Nicely designed buildings, not enough thought given to how to identify them. Ah, slap a sign out in front, that'll take care of it. Sure, okay. It's not like anyone's here for the esthetics. People in the study cubicles can be too noisy, sometimes. Be respectful of those around you, people. What the heck are you doing with the volume on those headphones turned up so loud? You might need those eardrums at some point later in life, you know. Hey, you. How many zippers does that pack have? You gonna zip all of them? You are. Okay, have at it. Don't mind me. Anyway, library. Yay. ☺

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Peace,

Dave Roel.

When we seek for connection, we restore the world to wholeness. Our seemingly separate lives become meaningful as we discover how truly necessary we are to each other.

- Margaret Wheatley