stacks

the librarian said, "i hope you ate your wheaties" after she made two trips to the hold shelf for me. ya, i'm going to need all the vitamins and minerals i can get to plow through titles like "when nationalism began to HATE" and "between dignity and DESPAIR". i have the grad school bibliography in my possession once again and am not sure how i feel about it. it's at once satisfying to be on track with this thing and reminiscent of wanting to throw my books down my stairs on clark street. so far no books have met their violent gravitational fate, but there's still plenty of time. and i havne't even opened any of them yet. maybe tomorrow while i'm bored at the farmstand i'll dip into the problem of polish modernity and see how i feel.