I have a problem: I buy too many books.
This afternoon was as inauspicious as any. Working diligently (semi-diligently) a friend of mine asked me to lunch. A delicious prospect laden with Thai food (particularly kai kaprow) and a stop on Murphy Street, Sunnyvale’s yuppie attempt at getting closer to an artistic, vaguely bohemian scene without running the risk of losing their wallets to gypsies. But it’s cute, and there was a used bookstore about twenty feet away from where we ate. I had no complaints there.
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