The Borders Evil Tractor Beam of Doom
posted by L at 10:28 PM
Monday, January 17, 2005
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4 Comments:
Ahhh, Borders. Memories of losing time, myself and money in the three-storey den of doom on Powell Street in San Francisco...
We've got our own massive, corporate eats-little-private-bookstores-for-snack behemoth here in Iceland, complete with in-house cafes selling $5 lattes and Mozart chocolates, a place I can resisit no more than I did the sale table at the big B in downtown SF. And every time, it's the same story: five minutes of intellectual pleasure followed by full-force anxiety attacks as I realize the sheer volume of printed words surrounding me. Traumatizing, but I never seem to learn...
(p.s. your blog=great read!)
Hey, this picture is cool and all, but I'm dying for another one of your whimsical posts! Do I have to get on my knees and beg? :-)
thanks Maria! I always enjoy reading your blog as well!
patience, my good man
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