Monday, September 29, 2008

existentialism / pickles


Recently, the other Megan and I went to this really cool used bookstore in Lincoln Square (does anyone know the name of it? I think it's Ravenswood Used Books), and I bought a book called Dostoevsky Kierkegard Nietzsche and Kafka by William Hubben. It's great, despite an alarming smell.
When my miracle car finally dies, I'm going to sign up for an I-go car and enjoy the amazing luxury of working turn signals. I will drive to Seminary Co-op bookstore almost all the time. Lately, high school kids have been breaking into my car and it smells like pickles, and I smell like pickles. I don't know what they're doing in there, but it can't be good.

6 comments:

Tyra said...

i am scared of that bookstore. i think the proprietor is mean.

potato said...

He seems nice to me. Maybe he has reformed since you left town.

Kathryn said...

hey i have that book too!

also i wanted to sign up for i-go but then i was like oh wait i don't have a drivers license. will you come pick me up? i am totally on the way to the seminary co-op.

potato said...

Sure! We have to wait for my real car to die though. It could take anywhere from five hours to five years.

Kathryn said...

okay, in the meantime let's have weekly discussions on each chapter of this book that we both have and that i have never actually read.

topic one: the title is super good.

Megan said...

the proprieter is weird. i just like him because he plays that weird italian nationalist-sounding music that's so close to opera.