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Zombie Hunter
Bloggy post of a short blustery winter day. Saturdays are short anyway. Get off work around midnight Friday night. Home half an hour later, if I'm lucky. By the time I've had a cocktail and unwound a bit, it can be easily 2:30am. So half of Saturday will often be shot before I even get going.
All caught up on my reading right now and actually thinking about buying a new book from my list for the first time in...I can't remember when. Now if you like books and have a time machine, I highly recommend checking out Powell's Books in Portland Oregon, circa 2002. At least 3 stories of books in a block long building. It probably is losing the battle with Amazon, but it put up a good fight for years and years. Here in Louisville, the local bookstore is Carmichael's Books. And from the outside, it doesn't look as big as Powell's, but it looks promising. Problem is, all the time I've been here, I've had a dog, so when I'm in the neighborhood, I don't have time to stop in. There was also a taco place near the dog park that looked interesting but that I never got around to checking out. When I realized it was pushing lunchtime I decided to kill a few birds with one stone and head downtown.
First off, people are stupid and don't know how to drive. So anytime I go anywhere I'm angry and stressed out by the time I get there from worrying about all the stupid things happening around me and trying to avoid being a part of them. But I made it downtown. Got parked and had a couple tacos and a margarita. Now, the taco place is probably fine. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I like it. But having lived near San Diego for a couple years kind of ruins you on Mexican food. And truth be told, a fun, hip, trendy looking place is NOT the place to go for good, cheap, copius Mexican fare. Go to anyplace around San Diego and get a beef burrito from a place that ends with "berto's" and it is a religious experience. They're pretty much only drive-thru, and I have no desire to see what their kitchen looks like, but you get a huge tasty dirt cheap burrito. This place had no burritos, only tacos. And after a pretty substantial wait, they were presented to me. Disappointingly small. But maybe they just looked small, because I was nicely filled up by 2 of them and a margarita. Then off to the bookstore.
Yeah. Carmichael's is similar. It's fine. It's cute and hip and independent. It's a neat shopping experience. But it's tiny. Smaller than the old strip mall bookstores of the 20th century. And more of a gift/tourist selection. You're not going to spend hours in the military section. Or the geography section. Because those things don't exist. The whole store was smaller than the magazine section at Powell's--all on the ground floor. And not much ground floor at that. They did not have the book I was looking for. So home for a nap. Now I'm snug and cozy and it is getting even darker outside, but I should try to get something done today, so I guess I'll throw a load of laundry in and go get some groceries. Maybe exercise a bit as I'm getting soft and weak and fat.
All caught up on my reading right now and actually thinking about buying a new book from my list for the first time in...I can't remember when. Now if you like books and have a time machine, I highly recommend checking out Powell's Books in Portland Oregon, circa 2002. At least 3 stories of books in a block long building. It probably is losing the battle with Amazon, but it put up a good fight for years and years. Here in Louisville, the local bookstore is Carmichael's Books. And from the outside, it doesn't look as big as Powell's, but it looks promising. Problem is, all the time I've been here, I've had a dog, so when I'm in the neighborhood, I don't have time to stop in. There was also a taco place near the dog park that looked interesting but that I never got around to checking out. When I realized it was pushing lunchtime I decided to kill a few birds with one stone and head downtown.
First off, people are stupid and don't know how to drive. So anytime I go anywhere I'm angry and stressed out by the time I get there from worrying about all the stupid things happening around me and trying to avoid being a part of them. But I made it downtown. Got parked and had a couple tacos and a margarita. Now, the taco place is probably fine. In fact, the more I think about it, the more I like it. But having lived near San Diego for a couple years kind of ruins you on Mexican food. And truth be told, a fun, hip, trendy looking place is NOT the place to go for good, cheap, copius Mexican fare. Go to anyplace around San Diego and get a beef burrito from a place that ends with "berto's" and it is a religious experience. They're pretty much only drive-thru, and I have no desire to see what their kitchen looks like, but you get a huge tasty dirt cheap burrito. This place had no burritos, only tacos. And after a pretty substantial wait, they were presented to me. Disappointingly small. But maybe they just looked small, because I was nicely filled up by 2 of them and a margarita. Then off to the bookstore.
Yeah. Carmichael's is similar. It's fine. It's cute and hip and independent. It's a neat shopping experience. But it's tiny. Smaller than the old strip mall bookstores of the 20th century. And more of a gift/tourist selection. You're not going to spend hours in the military section. Or the geography section. Because those things don't exist. The whole store was smaller than the magazine section at Powell's--all on the ground floor. And not much ground floor at that. They did not have the book I was looking for. So home for a nap. Now I'm snug and cozy and it is getting even darker outside, but I should try to get something done today, so I guess I'll throw a load of laundry in and go get some groceries. Maybe exercise a bit as I'm getting soft and weak and fat.