i always remember what i want waaaay too late
the building i work in is changing the elevators. instead of the standard up/down call buttons, there's a touch screen with pictures of elevator buttons, and you touch the button of the floor you want and wait for the elevator to show up. it takes you to your floor. the ptb have taken out the inside buttons in one of the elevators, so you're faced with blank walls on either side of the door. (there are still open doors/close doors/emergency buttons, but no buttons for the floors.) this is disconcerting. what if these things achieve sentience? they can take us to any floor, for any reason. i don't know how building management thought this was a better system, but aside from the total lack of floor buttons, it doesn't seem a whole lot different from the previous system. but it's still early days. if you never hear from me again, the elevator is holding me hostage.
many millions of years ago when i was wee (so, the 70s/80s), my parents had what i think was a set of kids' encyclopedias, like the world book but each volume was a separate subject. the bindings were all different colors. it was maybe ten volumes? the only volume i remember (and the only one i want) was all stories from various countries, and the only story i remember was about a boy in lithuania - this was long enough ago that lithuania was a soviet republic - who risked at least prison (possibly getting shot?) to climb up a tower and defiantly raise the flag of the pre-ww2 republic of lithuania. (and i remember this story solely because my grandfather was born in vilnius.) does this ring any bells for anyone? i don't think these books made the move to new york when i was fourteen, and if they did, they didn't make the move to boston, and of all the things my parents had in their house that have vanished before i knew i wanted them, it's the one that i am never, ever going to be able to find.
also i kinda wish i hadn't given away my narnia books or my little house on the prairie books. for reasons that escape me, the set of little house books moved to boston, and i know this because i remember seeing it in my parents' basement. i kept my entirely random assortment of wizard of oz books, tho. go fig.
it's because i have all this extra space on my bookshelves, and i'm looking at them thinking "i could've kept a whole other box of books". i have two entirely empty shelves and one shelf that only has, like, four books on it. (also an arty glass vase and a porcelain plate, but whatever. not many books, is my point.) oh well. room to buy more. :D
diy snowplow - some guys tied a folding table to the back of their car. i guess if the plows are running slow....
many millions of years ago when i was wee (so, the 70s/80s), my parents had what i think was a set of kids' encyclopedias, like the world book but each volume was a separate subject. the bindings were all different colors. it was maybe ten volumes? the only volume i remember (and the only one i want) was all stories from various countries, and the only story i remember was about a boy in lithuania - this was long enough ago that lithuania was a soviet republic - who risked at least prison (possibly getting shot?) to climb up a tower and defiantly raise the flag of the pre-ww2 republic of lithuania. (and i remember this story solely because my grandfather was born in vilnius.) does this ring any bells for anyone? i don't think these books made the move to new york when i was fourteen, and if they did, they didn't make the move to boston, and of all the things my parents had in their house that have vanished before i knew i wanted them, it's the one that i am never, ever going to be able to find.
also i kinda wish i hadn't given away my narnia books or my little house on the prairie books. for reasons that escape me, the set of little house books moved to boston, and i know this because i remember seeing it in my parents' basement. i kept my entirely random assortment of wizard of oz books, tho. go fig.
it's because i have all this extra space on my bookshelves, and i'm looking at them thinking "i could've kept a whole other box of books". i have two entirely empty shelves and one shelf that only has, like, four books on it. (also an arty glass vase and a porcelain plate, but whatever. not many books, is my point.) oh well. room to buy more. :D
diy snowplow - some guys tied a folding table to the back of their car. i guess if the plows are running slow....