Young woman at my neighborhood branch library. I like her New York Public Library bag. She’s looking at new fiction titles. People are drawn to sections they’re drawn to. Who knows why we go where we go.
Friday, April 8, 2022
I think about giving up my New York Times subscription. It costs more. It’s an obligation to read it. Newer news is online. Last night’s scores. But I’ll keep getting it. I like the familiar morning routine. I recycle it by leaving it for whoever wants it in the branch library vestibule. More important is the big size of the paper, and the big photos. Look at this one. It’s haunting. It’s by Lynsey Addario.
Thursday, April 7, 2022
Wednesday, April 6, 2022
The Fifties: An Underground History by James R Gaines review – a different view of the decade
Far from being ‘years of conformity and depression’, the 50s saw radicals in race, sexuality and activism break new ground. (in ‘The Guardian’):
Tuesday, April 5, 2022
On the subway the 6 train this morning going downtown with the sign. There are usually a half dozen young Asian-American kids in my car who get off for school at Canal Street in Chinatown. A mother once told me that the schooling is more rigorous there.
Monday, April 4, 2022
The local library branch near me has books of course and places to plug in your laptop. It also has people who are drawn to libraries. It’s comfortable to be in a place like that. I’m drawn to libraries. Always was. When I’m in Wyoming with mountains and big scenery, I still go to the library every day. I have a card for the Teton County Library. As a kid in a small town I’d go in the library a lot. My friends really didn’t. My high school girlfriend and I in her town 7 miles from mine before I could drive would often stop in the library there on our walk into town to the hangout the Sugar Bowl in the evening. I sadly didn’t like my college’s library. Here’s a guy in the chair next to me today in Manhattan in the local branch.