Oh, universe, ha ha. The blank and unspecific whining last night was mostly over the fact that I needed a book for class, a book that had been snugly held in both local libraries (KU and city) until about two days ago, when it was checked out FOREVER from both. Having not purchased the book at the beginning of class, I was a wee bit screwed — and no bookstore within a 100 mile radius carried it. I checked. I did locate copies at the Johnson County public library, so I decided that — worst case — I’d drive up there after the reading tonight and photocopy the whole damned book if I had to in order to be ready for tomorrow’s presentation.
It turns out, you don’t have to live in Johnson County — or even in the state of Kansas — to get a JC Library Card. Woo-hoo! So I’ve been enjoying a free (well, let’s figure in the cost of driving 50 minutes one way at $2.29/gallon) copy of the book this evening. I also received discouraging e-mails from other members of my group that suggest not everyone has read the whole thing, despite the fact that our topic is “how do the parts fit into the whole.” If ever there was a topic that demands reading the whole book of essays, is this not it? The book, if you’re wondering, is The Force of Spirit by Scott Sanders. The essays are enjoyable and thoughtful. Many interesting pieces on writing and memory.
On a different note, I am going through a streak of meanness. It began as hypercriticism (see filtered posts early last week for details) and has spread into a general nastiness. Beware the Me.
Look, Ma, a Kansas icon.