Thursday, December 21, 2017

Christmas ( s o o n )

I do love it here.

I received the jerky today and immediately ate 2 packs. It's not like any jerky I've ever tasted, but, I like it. It's warming up inside my belly now. Burn baby, burn.

I also got the Great Books of the Western World. I've been coveting it for 10 days and I can't hold it in anymore. I want it so bad. I don't want to think about how to transport them when I have to move in 2 years- please, 2 years- a lot can change in 2 years and I have an inkling that transportation is going to be the least of my problems.

How come the river in front of Uffizi looks like shit? River Arno, yeah. It literally looks like a river with shit flowing in it, much like the ones I saw in the documentary... documentaries about India. It looks so gross. But it's got Uffizi. The architectures of Florence aren't stunning AT ALL, it's so shocking - but it's got Uffizi. You know? It's... you can never having all things.

Will you please look at this picture. Even the water in the fountain looks like shit. How can Italy let things fall into such disrepair? I knew since the year they started auctioning off their castles but this is in the center of the city and it's so embarrassing.

OK, since I paused there I bought some more $400 worth of books. Shit's getting serious. I can look up the new works and vol 54-60 on archive.org I guess, and I'll deal with Latin later. I can't help myself. I finally understand what is it like being a fetishist. Fetish. Fetishism. This definitely isn't healthy. I prefer paper when there is digital, and it's out of the scope and logic of the benefit of professional organization like I talked to you about. Without physical books, I will die.

I tell you what it feels like: it feels like buying people. It feels like buying the best there is. Without all the emotional and gestational issues attached. They put their time to the best use and here is the product, and you can have it for what you pay in mere utility and a fraction of your rent. It's not even comparable. The joy the papers give me. People keep complaining how expensive books are, but I'm constantly wondering why aren't they stuffing their homes full of them. Stop using paper plates, keep administrative records online, streamline everything, I support that. But there is no need to reduce printing of books for the sake of trees. Books (good books of course) is the best outcome of trees. It fuses great thought with its pure, clean, organic matters. It's so romantic.

Anyway. I have more than enough jerky for the winter, one of my most favorite collections is on its way and some more intriguing, relaxing stuff. I'm stoked. I'm going to bed. Good night.

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