whoosh is the sound of summer being over
I finally bought a "new" bike! I got tired of trawling through Craigslist trying to get lucky, so I hit the bike shops, which were pricey, but one awesome bike store owner (whose store is conveniently right next door to a local comic book shop) advised me to check the pawn shops in the area.
Finally I found a bike I could afford for a bit over $200, looking at it as a long-term investment both in fitness and transportation. This is it, only mine is silver. So I took it from the pawn shop today and dropped it off at the same bike shop to get some minor tuning work done, and a bit of brake adjusting, and got some fenders ordered for it. It should all be ready Monday, and I should have some pics for you all then. Squeee! I'm all excited about it.
This weekend we get to go up to Chicago and see college friends! At some point I will hopefully find a copy of Peter S. Beagle's "The Last Unicorn," since none of the bookstores around Lafayette have a copy on hand. I'm overdue for a re-read, and my copy of it is sitting in a basement somewhere. My first thought was actually to check it out from the library, since I'd rather read an old-well-used copy than a new one. Does anyone else feel that way? The older paper, the folds and creases in the cover, the smell... it makes the book more real somehow, and engages the other senses of smell and touch, instead of just sight and imagination. It makes the book a friend, and makes reading it almost like rekindling an old relationship.
Well... I suppose all old books were new once.
Finally I found a bike I could afford for a bit over $200, looking at it as a long-term investment both in fitness and transportation. This is it, only mine is silver. So I took it from the pawn shop today and dropped it off at the same bike shop to get some minor tuning work done, and a bit of brake adjusting, and got some fenders ordered for it. It should all be ready Monday, and I should have some pics for you all then. Squeee! I'm all excited about it.
This weekend we get to go up to Chicago and see college friends! At some point I will hopefully find a copy of Peter S. Beagle's "The Last Unicorn," since none of the bookstores around Lafayette have a copy on hand. I'm overdue for a re-read, and my copy of it is sitting in a basement somewhere. My first thought was actually to check it out from the library, since I'd rather read an old-well-used copy than a new one. Does anyone else feel that way? The older paper, the folds and creases in the cover, the smell... it makes the book more real somehow, and engages the other senses of smell and touch, instead of just sight and imagination. It makes the book a friend, and makes reading it almost like rekindling an old relationship.
Well... I suppose all old books were new once.