Bibliophilia

We have five full size bookshelves in the Treehouse. Many decorating guides suggest that you try to balance books with their artistic objects for maximum beauty and utility. Most of our are double stacked with books of all shapes and sizes. (Some people's solution to this problem is to stop buying books. I prefer to buy more bookshelves.) I had them mostly organized in my last apartment but now they are in the hodge-podge that they came out of the boxes from the last move. I can now find most things (after some rummaging) but organizing them is still on my list of Things to Do When I Have Time.
To compound this issue, we are heading out to the Seattle Public Library book sale today. This consists of a warehouse full of tables and boxes of books from around the country from libraries and individuals who are pruning their own stash. It is rather like a gargantuan thrift sale for books--lots of trash but, if you take the time, you can find some real treasures. I used to go rather frequently before my husband and I were married and it was one of the earlier activities that we did while dating. For a variety of reasons, one of which being that we have no room on the bookshelves, we have not been back since. However, this year we have some gift items to look for and I have promised to be very picky with everything else. We really don't have room for another bookshelf.

Remembering Stinky

Stinky was a captain of the cat nap and a connoisseur of couch positions. We miss his snuggling (if not the hairy results).

Goodreads

Goodreads is a great way to keep track of books that I am interested in reading. I'm not interested so much in listing everything that I have ever read (that would take a very long time) but keeping track of where I want to go next is quite helpful. I also enjoy getting new ideas from friends who often have better taste than I do. For example, I would never have known about this jewel without a friend mentioning it.

Matchless Mondays

Some time ago, I added a chromosome pin to my brown jacket. One of our vendors hands these little multicolored advertisements out in great quantities at conferences and the annual meeting. For a quite a long time, no one seemed to notice it. Over the weekend, however, my family and some friends noticed it and added confirmation to their belief in my quirkiness. Their response did not match up to The Starbucks Guy. This man greets customers with enthusiastically alliterative cheerfulness (Tameless Tuesday, Fearless Friday, etc.) and has a quite extensive collection of pins on his green apron. This week, after wishing me a Matchless Monday, he inquired what my pin was supposed to represent. This has been a more common question that I expected. Doesn't everyone know what a chromosome looks like? What, only me? He then decided that a chromosome pin would be the perfect addition to his collection. Fortunately, I can oblige as we have a number of them sitting around the lab. Anyone else?

Experimental Beginning. Hmm.