Library bound, or just a regular book? Speaking of which, I wonder how many times the people who develop the bindings assume the average book will be read? A couple of years ago I checked out my school library's copy of Bernard Fall's Hell in a Very Small Place. The last stamp on the card was from 20 years earlier.
By any chance was it a textbook for some class? Probably not if it's fiction. But as soon as a book becomes a texbook the price skyrockets.
Nope, not even a textbook. Its history but not "historical." My guess is, the author paid a hefty price for the accompanying photographs and is trying to make up for it. Its not even published by a university (sometimes university publications are super expensive).
I use a natural staff, that I found and smoothed and shaped by hand. Somehow, it's more satisfying to me.
I have a wonderful hickory staff, also hand-crafted, which I often use on walks and like very much (it also intimidates the local turkey flock, who can be aggressive and troublesome in the spring). But for the trekking plans I have coming up, and with a slightly-torn but sometimes troublesome meniscus, and simply aging joints, I feel the need for the balance of two poles. So far, on my shorter walks, I find I like the trekking poles a lot.
I haven't used trekking poles though the day may come as I get older. I do carry a bokken on walks with the dogs, but it isn't for balance.
Here's hopin' you don't return home one day with a broken bokken. Wait—bokken, Isn't that a wooden practice katana?
That moment when you ask a question about a processing materials just for curiosity's sake.... and it becomes 2 staff members pointing fingers at everyone and bringing in another staffer on the otherside of the cubical who ordered the book in my hand and said they'd all change it if i really had a problem with it. (i didnt have a problem with it and never really did get my answer...)
Yep. We bought it for my son when he was taking Akido. My dad, a law enforcement officer, always said the best weapon for close fighting was what used to be called a nightstick. I don't have one of those, but thought openly carrying a bokken might make weirdos think twice before accosting a poor defenseless old lady like me. It's also good for fending off the rare aggressive dog at the dog park.
Somehow, I don't feel you're defenseless Speaking of using a staff to fend off mutts, I have used mine to fend off rattlesnakes a time or two.
Ah, rattlesnakes and Texas. We lived in Kingsville and my dad played golf over in Alice. We joked about carrying a special golf club, the S-Wood, that was reserved for rattlesnakes.
TMW you are looking through the records of your relatives that fought in the wars throughout history and you find 2 cousins from the 1700s with the most badass names ever and want to use them (the names, not the people) in a story.
TMW you can’t think of an adjective you want to use in a chapter and end up spending 30 minutes looking for it in the thesaurus, only to forget what you were doing in the first place
TMW you stop by one of your childhood home towns and find all the right addresses and streets, but it's all so small and different, and you really, truly, finally realize that you cannot go home again. Even if some of it's there, you no longer fit.
TMW some degenerate tries to slide into your Wattpad DMs First of all I'm a teenager, and I know this person isn't since they joined Wattpad like 12 years ago
Me: im going to be productive today and get some writing done! Computer: TF you are! -no internet- Me:........ Guess ill watch tv or something......
The late Iain M. Banks kept a computer with no internet connection to do his writing on, to keep him from getting distracted. Just saying, it's not a pattern I've been able to follow.
TMW you are following a poorly marked trail and you realize that when someone hands you a map at the visitor center the thing to do is take it and carry it with you instead of sticking it in the car as a souvenir.
That's part of my downfall though. I get worried about if there's really a 7-11 at the corner of Main and 5th in Podunk, Iowa and three hours later I'm halfway to an associate's degree in the development of eating utensils in Pre-Columbian South America and I've written zero words in my W.O.P (Work On Pause) again.
When I bought my first PC, I honestly figured that the internet was a luxury I could add later. All I wanted was a good word processor, and I figured I could do research at the library, could write, then download onto a floppy, and print it out at work. The internet has indeed proven to be an irresistible and ostensibly essential rabbit hole. He said as he sat here chatting on the Forum. And yes, Iain, Podunk does have a 7-11.
