Brandeis book sale, part 4 (aren't you all sick of this by now?)

[mayhap]

Muah. I am now, like, swimming in books. I could actually do that, I think. Like Scrooge McDuck swimming in his vault of gold coins. It would be about as logistically probable.

As always, the sale was supposed to open at 10:00, but by 9:30 there were vultures with their boxes already twitching the sheets off the tables over the the feeble protests of the aged volunteers about fairness and such. Fortunately, I was there at 9:15, so no worries there. ;)

*sighs happily*

I miss my coercedbynutmeg. Here's hoping she gets herself some intarwebnet, soon.

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[baroquestar.livejournal.com]

Well, go on then - what did you get at the $5 a box day? Any gems?

It's very strange. We have a booksale at the uni where I work/did my degree that's organised in almost exactly the same fashion. I hate the $5 box days, because everything good has gone, and Roger comes home with boxes o' crap (usually crappy sci-fi). Seriously. :D

Mm. How's the nose?

[mayhap]

There's always a surprising amount of good stuff left on box day, although the sci-fi section is always cleared out immediately. There must be people who are scooping it all up indiscriminately. ;)

Oh, let's see here. *pokes at box* Half a bushel of Nero Wolfe and Father Brown. Brendan Gill's book about 50 years at the New Yorker. Another copy of Lord Peter, which I apparently needed because it was a hardcover, and I suppose I could lend out the other. That book called Silver Nutmeg like my former LJ name, just because. Something on Rethinking the Museum--yay, museums. Roald Dahl, Switch Bitch. Both Angela's Ashes and 'Tis (there were like five copies of each, hee). Cause Celeb, an old British pre-Bridget Jones copy with an endorsement by Douglas Adams on the cover. The Hot Zone by Richard Preston, because clearly I need to be creeped out about hantavirus again. A book about the Media Lab at MIT, which my dad and my brother both started reading. And ... some other stuff. :D

My nose still amazingly lovely and clear, although oddly, I have the most splitting headache just now that doesn't seem to want to go away.

[basking-lizard.livejournal.com]

I miss my university's yearly book sale! It was always in October, and I worked at the library so we would get to check it out the night before, in case there were any great finds.

The best thing I ever found was a book called 'The Cosmic Crystal Cycle' by a man with the moniker of, and I kid you not, Ra Bonewitz. It was all about how people evolved from, or into, crystals, and they were the highest form of life. Or something. Totally worth the 25 cents I spent on it. :)

[mayhap]

Bwahahahahaha! That's beautiful.

I remember I had a lot of fun with my ex-boyfriend's copy of Fingerprints of the Gods, although it was a little unnerving that he'd acquired it totally unironically when he was twelve or something.

[basking-lizard.livejournal.com]

Hee! That's Thor Heyerdahl, right? Or is he the guy who built the reed boat to sail from Egypt to South America? 'Graham Hancock' also comes to mind. But I might just be terribly forgetful.

Anyway, the first place I came across Fingerprints of the Gods was actually as an excerpt in my grade 10 history textbook, along with 2 other theories on how the Pyramids were built. We were to decide whether his theories had any basis in fact, and compare them with the other 2 more scientific theories. It was sort of like the time we had to read parts of Future Shock in my grade 12 Physics class...

[mayhap]

It's Graham Hancock, which is sadly not as funny as either Ra Bonewitz or Thor Heyerdahl. Except for the whole Handcock == wanking joke.

Man, none of my history textbooks were that cool. My history teachers were great, my textbooks not so much. My favorite project ever was when we all had to write and illustrate children's books promoting Spartan morals.

[basking-lizard.livejournal.com]

My favorite project ever was when we all had to write and illustrate children's books promoting Spartan morals.

o_O Yikes. Awesome project. :D I'm trying to remember Spartan morals, and I'm coming up with things like 'Women and children were little more than chattel' and 'Sparta as a whole was more important than any individual'. But I seem to recall them not owning slaves, as such. It's been a long time since that history class.

I think my favourite history project was when I got to construct a pyramid and the Sphinx out of Lego, to go with a report on the construction of the pyramids. It was one of the few times in high school that I really enjoyed doing my homework. :)