I read..

I love books, the feeling of letters on a page, the glorious and precise black breaks in a pristine page, going on hundreds of time, stacked up in a pile and glued together, with names that usually look like this "NAME OF BOOK: the subject, another subject, and further information on that subject" Nobody can stick to the short names. But every once in awhile I"m shocked and surprised by some brilliant content, and have discovered in my renewed reading frenzy that the reason most people don't like to read is most of the stuff that is written is a combination of drivel and bad writing. You find a subject that is super interesting and some poor researcher bastard writes a book about it that is so incredibly dull it takes three cases of beer and 4 month to finish it if you ever do. Or you have some mediocre writing about some fictitious happenings that frankly you could read the first 15 pages and figure out what happens in the rest of the book because it's so predictable. Once in awhile you run into some combination that is enjoyable but for most the search of that is not worth the pleasure derived from reading the book, so let me simplify it for you, walk into a library, pick out 5-10 books that look interesting.. Check them all out, and spend a week scanning them, make a commitment to read say 2, return the rest. The only problem with this theory is you really want to read all the books and are just waiting for a time that you can have the memory of having read the book installed in your mind it 5 minutes or less, http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2008/05/14/notes051408.DTL
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I spilled my book

I dropped my book, and the letter jostled loose, when I picked it up most of them spilled out of the pages on the ground, little black t's and s's and most of the rest of the alphabet. Letters continued to slip from the book fluttering to the ground like dropped pages. Some where still adhered to the pages and got a little bit crooked but the book was lost. Just blank white pages. Shaking the book a little more had the desired effect of spilling most of the remaining letters out onto the ground, I didn't feel bad the rain would dissolve them, I brushed the few that remained off the page with my finger tips pausing occasionally to scrape any persistent ones with my fingernails. I grabbed a pen, this will work, printers are so over rated, now I have something with some indelible.