The Insane Institution of School Bookstores
August 31, 2006 on 8:29 am | In School | 2 CommentsIt’s probably like this with every college bookstore but I still am pissed. A book for one class varys between $90 and $160 and when one goes to return it the most one can get is about 1/3 of the purchasing price, if that.
I’ve decided that I would like to keep all of my accounting, finance, and business books and return all else. I checked with the bookstore at the college during the summer semester and they advised me that I should wait for the instructors to announce the needed books for the fall semester. I had asked them once prior to that but I don’t remember what they told me. Anyhow, yesterday, a week before the semester, I took the unneeded books to the bookstore for them to tell me that I have to return in 3 weeks because now they are running the sale for the semester and they aren’t buying back. I experienced what we call in Bulgaria “a black curtain fell before my eyes,” I was livid. I loudly scolded the bookstore lady for jerking me around and stormed out. It was raining. The parking lot is good 5 minutes from the bookstore and halfway though I realized that I was supposed to also buy my books for the fall semester. After long contemplation in the rain, reluctantly I returned to the store. I beached at the bookstore-lady some more while purchasing the business law book for $109.50. I hissed at her that “there we go again, I’m buying the book brand new, paying full price, because there aren’t any used books – because you wouldn’t buy them back from us!” She sincerely felt badly about it that she told me that I could go to www.half.com and buy all of my books from there for half the price and return this one for full price by 09-25. Next day I went to “Tim’s used books store” on Main Street in Hyannis and was able to sell 3 books that cost me well over $300 for $77. I suppose - better than nothing. I also bought the 3 books for fall semester from half.com and it did cost me ½ of the hated bookstore prices, I’m returning the business law textbook to them. If you are buying textbooks, check it out - www.half.com.
“The King of Torts,” by John Grisham
August 29, 2006 on 9:19 am | In Read While You Drive | No CommentsNot one of Grisham’s best books. The protagonist was flat and unconvincing. The story was of course engaging but too light. The narrator was proficient but not my favorite voice – he irritated the heck out of me when he pronounced the “h” in words like why, where, white, wheel, etc. I liked the book because it was very informative and Grisham knows how to use numbers without being annoying. I still give it a 3***.
Nauseating
August 15, 2006 on 6:38 am | In Big Soccer Words | No Commentsnau·se·at·ing
intr. & tr.v. nau·se·at·ed, nau·se·at·ing, nau·se·ates
- To feel or cause to feel nausea.
- To feel or cause to feel loathing or disgust.Synonym disgust.
- Causing disgust, loathing, or revulsion.
“A Home at the End of the World” by Michael Cunningham
August 9, 2006 on 10:00 pm | In Read While You Drive | No CommentsIt’s interesting how things happen in life, innocently and peculiarly. I’ve had my eyes set on this book at the library for months, I wanted to pick it up when I was going to NYC in May but it was never available and I always seemed to forget its name. I knew it was written by Michael Cunningham and the title had something to do with walk, land, and end but could never nail it down. I had once seen it in the nonfiction section and had made a mental note to pick it up but never saw it again. Every time I go to the library and my librarian is there we go though the same exercise – I ask for whatever I had gone and then I say “do you guys have this book by Michael Cunningham back?” and she says “which one was that,” and I say “don’t remember the name… something end, walk, Provincetown…,” then the librarian always says “we don’t have it on hand but I can order it for you?” I always say “no, it’s OK,” but the last time I said “Yes,” and I got it. Oddly though, I got a different book whiteout realizing it till 1/5 of it. I was waiting for the foreshadowing of P-town, and I was waiting… I looked at the cover, which said “A Home at the End of the World” then turned the back of it, investigating; I realized that we had ordered a different book by the same author.
This book was the first that I listen to narrated by more than one person; in fact it was read by 4 different people - Colin Farrell, Dallas Roberts, Blair Brown and Jennifer Van Dyck. They all did an outstanding job, they actually acted it. The book itself I rate as a 5*****. I mean, I’ve read a few different books and I’ve listen to a bunch and I have to say that the characters never appeared too real to me. They were written as real people but somehow lacked a dimension to feel like real, real people. Granted, a lot of the books that I’ve read lately have been either from another era, or historical or too fictional such as Koontz but I still give Cunningham credit – he depicted those few characters just like life people, of flesh and blood. The funny part is that I disliked them, for the most part, in their adulthood; I despised them for who they are, I hate people like this – hiding huge complexes, laziness and purposelessness behind weirdoness. But they were real, they struggled, they loved, they desired, and they were afraid. That’s not all I can write a whole book about this book, the themes he touched on, the techniques he used, the comparisons and the physical appeal of skin and hair… you just have to read it!
Lost and Found
August 1, 2006 on 11:59 pm | In Narrative | No CommentsHave you thought about the fact that we tend to loose a lot of things when little; things such as keys, favorite miniature toy, money, wallet, a precious (in your mind) stone etc. And then past certain age we sort of stop losing things. I didn’t remember losing anything in ages. It had been so long, that I had grown unfamiliar with the burning sensation of “what the heck could I’ve possibly done with it? Damn it! I must have lost it. But when and where?”
I had to go to Boston last Friday and since I was driving during the day I reached for the Ray Bans I bought couple of month ago. I thing I already shared how it took me about 3 or 4 years to finally buy a pair of expensive shades so it was rather disturbing when I didn’t find them at the “glasses spot” on top of the stereo. I was running late. Sweating I looked around my room then searched my car with no result but negative. The 2 hour drive to Boston gave me plenty of time to try and recall the last time I used them. Although I’m conscious of face creases I don’t ware sunglasses all that much so I calculated that the last time I had them on was over 4th of July weekend. A long time ago! Despite my determination that I remember placing them in the “glasses spot,” on top of the stereo, right after returning from P-town they weren’t there and I didn’t recall using them after that. I hadn’t gone anywhere after the big weekend. Dennis said he hadn’t seen them at his house. I mourned over the weekend and pretty much told everybody I talked to about how I have lost my expensive glasses.
Strangely, the shades were the second thing I’ve lost this week. Couple of days prior to that I returned home from a long day at school, short by a favorite coffee mug. I thought about asking for it because I had most likely lost it at the cafeteria but failed to do so. I was too wrapped in my busyness.
To top it all off, I had lost my favorite calculator last week. I have certain objects that I’m determine to graduate with and this calculator was one of them. I know it’s corny but I would like to say one day: “see this calculator, this pan, pencil, and rubber eraser? They put me through my college! I’ve taken every class with them.”
Losing the calculator caused an alarm. In a weird way, I cared more for the simple, ivory colored calculator than for the glasses. I didn’t ask for the coffee mug but I went and asked if people had turned in a small white calculator; I asked in the science building, I asked at the library, I asked at the “lost and found” for the college. No one had turned in my little calculator but someone kind had turned my coffee mug in. I was happy to get the mug back and it dawned on me that I had my glasses at Sue’s party. Granted, that was the only event I had gone to since 4th of July and it was a beach party but I just didn’t put 2 and 2 together. Sue did indeed have my glasses. Thus I had the mug and the glasses, so you can imagine how ecstatic I was when I found my little Casio calculator stuck behind the hard cover on my Bachelor’s-degree binder, which holds the aforementioned precious school supplies.
Brethren
August 1, 2006 on 6:30 am | In Small Poetry Words | No Commentsbreth·ren
n.
A plural of brother.
n : (plural) the lay members of a male religious order
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