Went to the library again. Got Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon; The Complete poems of Carl Sandburg; and a selection of short stories by Philip K. Dick.
As I was checking out, I was checked out by the librarian.
She hit on me last time I was there as well. I was wearing me Heathen T‑shirt, and she said something about liking it, but not having listened to the album. David Bowie’s latest has been out for a year by this point.
She complimented my shirt [plain black polo] this time as well and then complimented my book choices. Its pretty creepy getting hit on by a librarian, especially one that is at least ten years my senior.
There is a cute librarian there, about my age, who is quite helpful, but I’m a bit scared off by the old one with the glint in her eye. There was also a cute girl in church today. I wonder if I’ve just got cute girls on the brain. I expect ’tis so.
Cool Pynchon phrases so far:
wasted gods urging on a tardy glacier
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the usual loud-mouthed American ass-banditry
somebody needs to begin thinking about a full time job
touch?
By this loving exchange with your mother, it leads me to assume you didn’t get the job out in Cali. Of course, I could be wrong…it’s happened before. Either way, keep in touch. I’ll be up in Chicago in a matter of weeks. Take care.
pick up the woman that’s hitting on you and use her to get to the cute one. is that ethical?
no, definitely not ethical. but deliciously devious is just as good.
I’ll be the bad influence… IGNORE THE MOM!
There’s this sweet bookstore in what I call The Gay District of Seattle that has the first clause of Gravity’s Rainbow spray-painted high up on one of the walls, with a massive papier‑m?ch? V‑2 half-jutting out of same. Almost brought a tear to my eye.