3/24/2008
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2/26/2008
Video: Opium Den
I saw this while touristing San Francisco. It's amazing what people you to pay coinage for.
errr, sorry I uploaded the wrong video.....
errr, sorry I uploaded the wrong video.....
2/25/2008
2/12/2008
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1/31/2008
1/27/2008
Bookseller's Racket
But the real reason why I should not like to be in the book trade for life is that while I was in it I lost my love of books. A bookseller has to tell lies about books, and that gives him a distaste for them; still worse is the fact that he is constantly dusting them and hauling them to and fro. There was a time when I really did love books — loved the sight and smell and feel of them, I mean, at least if they were fifty or more years old. Nothing pleased me quite so much as to buy a job lot of them for a shilling at a country auction. There is a peculiar flavour about the battered unexpected books you pick up in that kind of collection: minor eighteenth-century poets, out-of-date gazeteers, odd volumes of forgotten novels, bound numbers of ladies’ magazines of the sixties. For casual reading — in your bath, for instance, or late at night when you are too tired to go to bed, or in the odd quarter of an hour before lunch — there is nothing to touch a back number of the Girl's Own Paper. But as soon as I went to work in the bookshop I stopped buying books. Seen in the mass, five or ten thousand at a time, books were boring and even slightly sickening. Nowadays I do buy one occasionally, but only if it is a book that I want to read and can't borrow, and I never buy junk. The sweet smell of decaying paper appeals to me no longer. It is too closely associated in my mind with paranoiac customers and dead bluebottles.
George Orwell rant
Yeah, yeah, I usually don't like posting content from BoingBoing, but I feel like moving down the three boobed chick. I think having it be the first entry for so long might come off as tacky.
1/04/2008
A new monster approaches
I heard whispers of this creature on my travels among the Internets. Not much, only talk of one Australian's desire, (or perhaps the proper word is destiny) to wrestle this creature. That'd be worth buying a ticket for.
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