While all the other history seniors were writing their senior papers on boring things like a flood in Waco or the Tombigbee River, I wrote mine on letters to servicemen during WWII. This meant that for months I spent every waking moment in the library reading old letters and women's magazines from the early 1940s. I bet I could still lead you directly to the part of the stacks where they were shelved.
Seriously, I walked up those steps every day for months. Some days more than once. If you think too hard about it, it might explain why I'm Mayor of the Rawlins (Pierre) Library on FourSquare. Or why all the librarians know me by name. Or why I currently have 88 books checked out.
This amazing Cello song, with thanks to Grace. I might listen to this a couple dozen times this morning.
She also linked to this one. I feel guilty for stealing both, so you gotta go over and say hi to her to make me less guilty. (But seriously, listen to this one too, especially if you are a lover of thrift stores. There are some f-bombs in this one, so listen with care.)
And speaking of college, am I the only one who played hours of Tetris?
I have already requested one of these in my backyard.
Mine will have cushy chairs and a coffee maker too. It's a treehouse for grownups! (We'll just build a real treehouse next to it to keep the kids out of mine.)
What interesting things have you found lately?