today i joined the brooklyn public library

and boy are my arms tired!

ill tell you, joining the library was maybe the saddest thing i've ever done. first of all the library itself is smaller than my apartment. second, it was lit by florescent lights!! it was practically brand new! libraries are supposed to look like this:





i ought to be able to use the words 'hallowed institution' when referring to it. dark wood, dust, low, preferably gas-powered light, tomb-like, 764 year old librarians scourging my presence in their cathedrals of knowledge...this is what libraries are about.

at the very least they could look like this:



...i guess.

this branch however, looked something like the bastard love child of a kinko's and the creepy, awful, downright enraged feeling i get from looking at this photograph:



ugh. damn it.

this whole 'no job' thing is what lead me here in the first place. i can definitely no longer afford my book addiction so i decided 'HEY! i'll just take advantage of the free programs out there!' yes...since applying for unemployment has been such a breeze...

i'm almost through with bill bryson and in the spirit of preparing for italy i've decided that my 'c' and 'd' ought to be calvino and dante. armed as i was with my new library card i was excited that my first checkouts were already decided! no blockbuster sydrome here*!!

oh but they did not have either. not surprised.


but you know what they did have??



does this book have two titles, or just a retard for an author? my bets are on the latter.



*blockbuster syndrome is what i call not knowing what you want to rent, eat, do and you end up spending hours in blockbuster, a restaurant, life trying to make up your mind by perusing every option that could possibly be available to you EVER.