Thank the lords, there is a diagnosis: Tsundoku is japanese for “the act of allowing books to accumulate.” Below are a selection of the last couple of weeks’ wood pulp accumulation.
Now, I PLAN to read these on my summer vacation (thankfully, we Norwegians have decent vacations), so I am NOT a bibliomaniac. No need to call the police.
I’m just practicing tsundoku.
What’s with the French and all the onions?
The Deichman and other public libraries in Norway are open 7-23, seven days a week. During times when staff is not present, you let yourself in with your library card. People are quiet, polite, check out books through the self service machines and clean up after themselves. Trust is magic.
I had a birthday recently, and was for a fleeting moment the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything. Sadly, I have misplaced my towel (and we still don’t know what the question was).
So keep calm and carry on, I guess.
People say I should not wear my crocs in public, because they are ugly.
Bof! This is half the reason I DO wear them (they are also supremely comfortable).
In fact, crocs are to the emancipated man what cigarettes were to the emancipated woman: A perfectly passive-aggressive way of saying f*ck you to reactionaries, uptight meddlers and anal-retentives.
The good thing about being plus forty and minus happy with your dad-bod is at least you won’t have to disagree with other people’s opinions of you.
So, I tried bending over today. That’s not going to work any more.