Sunday, 1 June 2003

Went to the li­brary again. Got Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon; The Complete po­ems of Carl Sandburg; and a se­lec­tion of short sto­ries by Philip K. Dick.

As I was check­ing out, I was checked out by the li­brar­ian.

She hit on me last time I was there as well. I was wear­ing me Heathen T-shirt, and she said some­thing about lik­ing it, but not hav­ing lis­tened to the al­bum. David Bowie’s lat­est has been out for a year by this point.

She com­pli­mented my shirt [plain black polo] this time as well and then com­pli­mented my book choices. Its pretty creepy get­ting hit on by a li­brar­ian, es­pe­cially one that is at least ten years my se­nior.

There is a cute li­brar­ian there, about my age, who is quite help­ful, but I’m a bit scared off by the old one with the glint in her eye. There was also a cute girl in church to­day. I won­der if I’ve just got cute girls on the brain. I ex­pect ’tis so.

Cool Pynchon phrases so far: 

wasted gods urg­ing on a tardy glac­ier

the usual loud-mouthed American ass-ban­ditry