Like I wrote to Tami, I am like a kid in a candy shop when it comes to the library. Even as an adult, I still can’t believe everything in there is free for the asking.
Why do I still have a hoarding mentality, then? The library isn’t going anywhere, you know? And it’s doubtful they’ll withdraw the books I want from circulation any time soon. In spite of this knowledge, I routinely exit its doors burdened down with heavy armfuls of loot. You see, then, why it’s imperative I return them on time. One book overdue at 5-cents a day is one thing; twenty books is another….Okay, so, libraries are only free for those who get stuff back on time.
Back to today, though. Typical of my visits, I went to the library today and came out with not one, but a huge stack of books. I thought I’d post a little sampling of my ecclectic tastes in literature. If I am especially motivated, I might even be nice and hyperlink each one for you to save you the trouble of searching for these choice tidbits on your own.
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, a humorous look at the role of cadavers in everything from forensic science to military training. It’s the reason I ventured out of the house at all today. It all kind of snowballed after that…
Also in the mix are two Photoshop books: Photoshop 7 Complete Course
and Adobe Photoshop 7 Fast & Easy. Still swept up in the geek-vibe, I snatched up Leo Laporte’s 2003 Technology Almanac! After hearing him hawk it on TechTV ad infinitum, I had to get it.
I would like to start marketing my photography now that I have a camera which will allow me to offer large prints. Clark Howard frequently mentions a book called Guerilla Marketing. It was checked out already, so I settled for Guerilla Publicity: Hundreds of Sure-Fire-Tactics to Get Maximum Sales for Minimum Dollars, by the same author.
I am Puppy, Hear Me Yap also found its way into my stack of treasures, for it’s littered with wonderful B&W photos by Valerie Shaff and sprinkled with text by Roy Blount, Jr. (the bad puppy puns are mine – don’t blame Harper Collins).