The after dinner walk is going well. So far, I’ve done it every night this week. It doesn’t necessarily calm me down — if anything it kind of throws my schedule off and I feel like I get home much later and therefore need more time to wind down at the actual end of the night — but it definitely beats falling asleep on the couch while watching Law & Order. Not that I ever do that.
I went to Barnes & Noble in search for two books: Why Kerouac Matters: The Lessons of On the Road (They’re Not What You Think) by John Leland (which they didn’t have) and Perfect From Now On: How Indie Rock Saved My Life by John Sellers (I know, I know. But it comes with a recommendation from a trustworthy source! They HAD that one.) I did look at the On the Road original scroll deal, and… I do want to read it because it’s not edited and not pretty and all jumbled and that’s how Kerouac wanted it, but… I want to read the actual scroll and not just something that was re-typed into a pretty font to fit into a book. The scroll is on tour somewhere, is it not? In any case, it was disappointing because I thought it would be photocopies of the scroll itself (I want to see typewriter-type and I want to see errors and cross-outs and all it’s glory taped together. Yes, I’d like to see the tape, too). So, I didn’t get it.
I also had an ulterior motive in going there. I wanted to apply for a job there, since my former boss so graciously invited me back (well, back to the company, not the actual location — I spent nearly 3 years working at the B&N in Norwalk, CT while I was on-and-off again going to school). I need extra money. Reasons 1) I want to travel more 2) I have mega-medical bills and 3) It will be nice to meet new people and just not be working with people who work with lawyers. I mean, those lawyers pay my salary and everything, so I respect them, but it’s hard to relate. It’s also hard to relate to the people that I work with because most of them are not my age and have their own families and talk about stuff like “So You Think You Can Dance”. Not that booksellers are So You Think You Can Dance free but maybe some of the customers will be.
I remember working at the bookstore and being like, “Hey, great book.” and the customer would be like, “Yeah.” or “It’s not for me.” And usually that was the end of the conversation, but sometimes people would have more to say and we could both totally geek out about it until we awkwardly realize we’re holding the line up. heh.
Oh, and there’s always the discount. Everyone gets books for Christmas this year. Or, not…
So, as far as movies watched, I did go out to see Superbad last night. Very funny and very awkward. I wish Michael Cera was my little brother.
Reading that indie rock book, whatever.
Listening to more Do Make Say Think than is possible, and some Beirut, too, I guess.