[ November 14, 2002: Message edited by: clersal ]

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Anyone else bought something recently that made them happy?

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Yes and no. One thing as yet goes unenjoyed. But the anticipation is to be enjoyed.

I bought some cheap books from the library, and so far I've been very happy with the selections. True, "From Power to Protest" had me reaching for the rolaids from time to time, but over all I'm happy I finally read it.

Longford's biography of Wellington has proved less dry and tedious than I imagined it would be, and I'm quite happy I grabbed it.

I also picked up a hard cover of Gore Vidal's "Julian".

Eat your heart out everyone.

I recently found a source for some very good quality candles. They are very bright, virtually sootless and very long lasting. Ordinary white wax, unscented.

I bought them from a witch, along with some good quality sandlewood incence-- but only after rescueing an out of place hard cover of Carl Sagan's "Bocca's Brain" from her book store.

To go along with the candle discovery, I picked up two very high quality brass candle holders from "Value Village". I think the brass has a higher than usual copper content, because after polishing (they came up looking brand new-- not a blemish or scratch) they shine with a subtle pinkish/fleshtone hue.

Ah! that reminds me!

I found a Chinese gift shop right across from that book store that had dragon figurines holding a crystal ball.

I went to the one three weeks ago? Maybe four.

Sandalwood. Flotsom's prefered scent.

Can anyone tell me why the top of a baby's head smells like sandalwood.

I was told a baby's head smells like sandalwood years ago, by a witch, and as soon as I got a chance to sniff one, I did, and low and behold!

[ November 14, 2002: Message edited by: flotsom ]

It's one of those witch's tricks, the baby thing.

If she told you it would smell like Chocolate, you probably would have smelled chocolate.

The scent of a baby's head is so subtle, that it's open to suggestion, is my contention.

Actually, I don't know for a fact that the proprietress of London's "Mystic Book Store" would describe herself as a witch, or if she does, she might be careful in doing so.

There's no negative conotation with the term in my mind, but obviously I might be unusual in that regard.

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It's one of those witch's tricks, the baby thing.

If she told you it would smell like Chocolate, you probably would have smelled chocolate.

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Boring. *flotsom makes snoring sound*

I haven't been in The Mystic Bookshop in a long time. Like twelve years maybe.

I can't believe I used to live here....

Hey, wait a minute!

How long, Adonai? How long?

"Not until you have paid your debt!!" bellows a voice from above.

The new market looks nice.

When the old market was there I used to hide my hash on a girder between the third and fourth floors by opening the elevator doors at the right time.

Back to the topic, I got some pleasure by purchasing some walnuts for the squirrels in my yard. They were almost instantly snatched up.

[ November 14, 2002: Message edited by: flotsom ]

You should take a stroll down London East every once and a while. Sure there's absolute junk (Father and Son furniture-- garage sale rejects) but there are also some interesting stores there too.

[ November 14, 2002: Message edited by: TommyPaineatWork ]

My first apartment was on Princess EOA. My second place was right across from Central, my old school, on Princess in that row of identical yellow brick townhouses.

I went back to take a peak at my first place the other day.

If city council tries to "help" again, it will undoubtedly regress.