Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection.
Going to Ray at Night makes me not want to leave the neighborhood anytime soon. Okay, fine, so here's my new dream for 2010: A mysterious benefactor leaves me a large sum of money. I take said large sum and lease the old Big Lots building, turning the giant empty space into an independent bookstore. Downstairs would be a coffee shop/cafe/gallery space/venue for readings & performances. Yes, the FIRST great independent bookstore in the entire damn city.
Yes. I'm tired, so my imagination can just run wild with this. Oh, you're looking for the newest Dan Brown? Go to Barnes & Noble, you ass! That's right, I'd hire employees like the dudes in High Fidelity, but snobby about books. Okay, and music. Oh the fantastic playlists for the store that we'd make. And perhaps we'd actually get famous authors to make stops in San Diego during their book tours. And I'd be in the North Park business owners' clique. The owners of Urban Solace & I could trade books for duckaroni. And I'd finally have some clout to start the SD Urban Neighborhood Kickball League.
What would I name my bookstore? Puzzles?
Yes. I'm tired, so my imagination can just run wild with this. Oh, you're looking for the newest Dan Brown? Go to Barnes & Noble, you ass! That's right, I'd hire employees like the dudes in High Fidelity, but snobby about books. Okay, and music. Oh the fantastic playlists for the store that we'd make. And perhaps we'd actually get famous authors to make stops in San Diego during their book tours. And I'd be in the North Park business owners' clique. The owners of Urban Solace & I could trade books for duckaroni. And I'd finally have some clout to start the SD Urban Neighborhood Kickball League.
What would I name my bookstore? Puzzles?