Friday, August 6, 2010

Hazy, Hot and Humid

I was coated in a sheen of sweat as I toiled in the bookstore today. It seemed that the air conditioning unit was barely breathing. Of course the automatic doors don't help, as — along with customers — a rush of hot humid air comes inside every time someone says "open sesame." I imagine all these customers taking their books home to read in the shade, maybe even reclining in a hammock. And whenever they take a book off the shelf to purchase, I'm right there to replace it, or to shift the other books over and just generally straighten it all out so I'm satisfied with the appearance of my section.

Today I started reading The Ghost by Robert Harris. I'm reading it in anticipation of seeing the film ("The Ghost Writer") soon. It garnered good reviews upon its release, and I believe it was even nominated for a few Oscars©, for whatever that's worth. The book is a typical beach/airport read in the vein of Michael Crichton, or Clive Cussler. I'm usually quite judgmental of this type of book, but there is nothing wrong with ingesting some mindless fodder once in a while. I can try and unlock the secrets of consciousness at another time.

The clock shows that it's past two in the morning. I need to go out and lounge on the deck for a bit — where there is a cool breeze — before turning in for the night. Tomorrow I'm working a day shift of sorts. I need to be into work by eleven in the morning, and I'll leave for home at 7:30 pm. There is an author event tomorrow evening, so I can help set up for that. And there is always shelving to do.
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I have been listening to a lot of Iggy Pop lately. I even posted a video of him recently, singing one of my favorite songs from the late 1970s: "I'm Bored" Tonight I'm posted a slightly altered version of another of Mr. Pop's hits: "Now I Wanna Be Your Dog." Enjoy.

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