If this is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

While I’m finishing a longer post that’s coming down the pike in a couple of days, let me leave you with some images from the impromptu road trip that Buzz and I are on to celebrate the end (finally!) of my summer semester. We’re in Providence, Rhode Island for a few days, and today we made a pilgrimage to a certain establishment in Boston that we discovered a couple of years ago: Brattle Book Shop.

Not exactly organized but of course, the hunt is half the fun.

We first found it while on a New England cruise that made a stop in Boston. Since I’d been to the city many times, and because we both despise guided tours, we separated ourselves from the hoards of cruise ship passengers as soon as we could. We started wandering through the back streets looking for interesting shops and a good pub.

What we found was Book Nirvana.

The outdoor lot is filled with books that cost either $1, $3, or $5. The shelves, however, are not stocked with endless volumes of pulp fiction or Reader’s Digest condensed versions of Heidi. There is a huge variety of books, with hidden gems on each shelf depending on what kind of reading you are looking for. Whatever you are looking for, you are almost guaranteed to find it. Possibly for only $1. Continue reading

Bête Noire #2: “It ain’t over till it’s over.”

(If you need to catch up, check out Bêtes Noires Three, Four, and Five.)

Raise your hand if you remember when Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” was released in 1991. Remember how great it was? How it totally blew you away when you first heard it? And how, three months later, it had been played exactly 23,452 times on every radio station and you swore that you’d throw up if you had to hear it one more time? If you’re too young to remember this happening to Nirvana, then just substitute whatever media darling du jour is being ruined by the evil of overexposure. Continue reading