Half Price moments
The creation of writing was a qualitative change in human history.—clay tablet, vellum, , paper, manuscripts, books and now electronic.
A retired history teacher, we discussed quantitative versus qualitative approaches to history.
I used to like to go to bookstores. Decades ago when I was traveling around new England in my van , if I passed through a small town and there was a used bookstore, I would stop and visit.
A photography teacher in the photography section.
Living in East (San Francisco) Bay, on Sundays we used to visit North Berkeley, have some Chinese breakfast ,browse the Art & Craft Co-op and the Black Oak Bookstore in North Berkeley,
This man talked about his daughter, for about 20 minutes straight, I listened to the history of her career. He was very proud of her.
I like wandering through the shelves looking at the books. I enjoyed doing it at the library also, but there was no talking !
This man talked about Vedanta and Dyhyana in the “religion” section.
I enjoyed doing it at the library also, but there was no talking !
This man was a career mechanic who enjoyed working on cars so much that even on his day off he was enjoying learning more about cars.
In the city where I live there is a Half Price, Bookstore and I enjoy browsing, especially the clearance section and meeting interesting people, I think being around used books is big factor in that enjoyment.
A retired teacher.
At HPBooks I can meet people, and have a short conversation which usually it starts when I inquire with a question about a book they are browsing and the conversation unfolds…
STEM—Fremont is in the Silicon Valley area, Lam, Tesla and Seagate (operational headquarters) are examples of local businesses, and is home to many Valley employees.
Fibonacci is a series of numbers associated with many different “things,” such as artistic proportions and technical analysis of stock charts.
(Except for the first man, every shirt has writting on it.) .
Its difficult for me to throw things away., Its like spending money down from savings . . .
Whatever is the “thing, it is a thing made from a piece or some pieces of this Earth.
When I throw it in the garbage its got nowhere to go,
If it can be recycled , that is great.. Some things things are donated in the hopes others will use them.
Some, things , such as glass and paper, but not enough, can be recycled through technological processes.
Other stuff just goes to “the dump.”
Some of that “dump stuff” takes very-very more than people’s life times to be returned to Earth. And it sits there decaying, “entropying”, and wasting space and energy that could be used more productively. for life on Earth.
Earth is the home of people, everyone born on Earth has a birthright to a place on this Earth. I do not mean “we should expect others to “share their very-very wealth.” and their “very-very power.” Rather we all should learn to respect everyone’s Birth Right, a right to a place and a life on this Earth. Just because yo draw a line in the dirt and call it a country does not give you more rights to the Earth than anyone else.
Of all the planets, in all the solar systems, in all the galaxies in Universe, Earth is the only one we know which has “ intelligent life”—us— on it . . . a life which is busy with some killing others so they can live their very-very lives..
Matter can not be created or destroyed and like a bank account which has no income, you only take out money for living and in the name of our “successful consumer economy” . we are busy spending down the very “bank account” which gave us life . . ..
. . . mostly so a very very few can be very very wealthy, while many of us not in that group, can live comfortable lives having families, homes and professional ,careers and others, well after all, maybe they did not have a birthright.,just born on this Earth by accident. . . .
while we hopefully pass the problems on to another generation. One day there will be nothing left., well not nothing, just nothing left that will support human life , but the “very-very some” will have their piles of consumer junk as memorials for future visitors from far off in space somewhere who will look on the piles of garbage just like we look on the pyramids today.
For most of my 76 years there have been a few recurring themes in my dreams,
I am somewhere in Boston trying to get back to Cambridge, maybe way out somewhere in Brookline, and I need to use public transportation which which takes me to a public transportation station on the Mystic Bridge, or is the Salt andPepper Bridge, it changes,
Sometimes I am lost downtown, I don”t recognize the stores, but I have to get across the bridge to get to Cambridge,
I am confused because the Mystic River Bridge does not go to Cambridge,
I pop out on Mass Ave some where between Harvard and Porter Squares and work my way back through Harvard square past Elsie’s over to Fairmont and River Streets where my apartment is occupied by someone else.
I am not known there where there is no room anyway, out on the street again, up Mass Avenue
Searching to find Brother Blue playing his harmonica and tambourine in time to his stories with his blue fringe swirling around his turning.
My dreams make no sense either, so to remind me of this Buddha holds a chard -with-rope-texture presented to me at Chaco Canyon.
Gate Gate Paragate. Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha