going, going, gone
Not really funny, more sad:
I have somehow lost, one by one and/or in clumps, almost every book having to do with my summer’s project, which happens to be the project that I’ve been working on since oh about spring 2001. I have lost (and repurchased) all of my Lefebvre. Now I notice that I’ve lost every book that I have that discusses Lefebvre’s work. I wouldn’t have posted this until I just now remembered that a few months ago I was asked to review another monograph on roughly the same topic as my own, told the editor not to bother sending the book as I had it, had read it, it was right here…. And then I had to write her back asking her to send me the fucking review copy in the mail. None of these are in my stack at home and none of these are in my office.
Maybe there’s a hole in my bag, a hole perfectly proportioned to allow only the relevant, pertitent, and manditory to fall out.
Perhaps they disappeared into the world of cups of coffee, street signs, the bustle of shoppers and workers, pictograms, isotypes and glimpses of utopia in the twitch of a net curtain.
I hope you find them!
infinite thought
June 12, 2009 at 4:34 pm
I can haz all teh bookz!
jane
June 12, 2009 at 6:38 pm