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spatchYou were not there this evening when I bought some used books over at Harv Square (we're on a first-name basis now; I can call it Harv and it can call me Rube.) This means you did not hear the I've Got Books song. And boy did you miss out, for the song goes like this:
Oh I do so love used books. Mostly because they're cheap, yes, but also because sometimes you catch tiny glimpses of the book's previous life. For example, an airline boarding pass stub fell out of this copy of A Confederacy of Dunces and I don't think it's too much of an invasion of privacy to reveal that on an August first of a bygone year, a certain Mr. Stephen R. Smith, Jr flew a 9:30 AM America West flight from Los Angeles to Las Vegas. He sat in a window seat, 8A, and it must have been a short flight because he didn't get more than a hundred pages in. (But then again, Ignatius J. Reilly is a character best experienced after lunch, so no doubt Mr. Smith had good reasons for abandoning the book as he did.)
At any rate I'm just glad the copy fell into my hands for 1/3 of its list price, giving me one out of the several reasons I had today do the "I've Got Books" song and/or dance. Tomorrow I shall impress you by namedropping another high-class piece of Pulitzer prize-winning literature, this time in the guise of clever haiku.
Oh, I've got booksThe best part of this song is that not only is it infinitely customizable, but you can sing it as many times as you'd like, or until they call the police on you. For instance, once you've gotten your books you can go to Pho Pasteur and get a giant bowl of delicious soup, and then you can sing
I've got books
I've got books for me to read
Oh, I've got phoThere also may or may not be a dance involved. I ain't sayin.
I've got pho
I've got pho for me to eat
Oh I do so love used books. Mostly because they're cheap, yes, but also because sometimes you catch tiny glimpses of the book's previous life. For example, an airline boarding pass stub fell out of this copy of A Confederacy of Dunces and I don't think it's too much of an invasion of privacy to reveal that on an August first of a bygone year, a certain Mr. Stephen R. Smith, Jr flew a 9:30 AM America West flight from Los Angeles to Las Vegas. He sat in a window seat, 8A, and it must have been a short flight because he didn't get more than a hundred pages in. (But then again, Ignatius J. Reilly is a character best experienced after lunch, so no doubt Mr. Smith had good reasons for abandoning the book as he did.)
At any rate I'm just glad the copy fell into my hands for 1/3 of its list price, giving me one out of the several reasons I had today do the "I've Got Books" song and/or dance. Tomorrow I shall impress you by namedropping another high-class piece of Pulitzer prize-winning literature, this time in the guise of clever haiku.
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Date: 2005-07-07 04:05 am (UTC)