Just a heads up: human-bound books from Harvard were proven to be sheep skin, instead.
"Lonely," a short story by Lydia Davis.
How stories can change with time: the outdated technology spotlights the timelessness of a certain human condition.
Anonymous asked: Growing up, I always really enjoyed chilli dogs, but now they seem really gross to me. Do you have a favorite food?
When I was a child, I loved pickled baloney so much that I was given jars of it on holidays. Large jars. I would hold them with napkins, because my hands were dirty, and the paper would soak up the pickle juice and after I finished the baloney, I would sometimes, if my grandmother wasn’t watching me too close, put the napkin in my mouth, to get a little last bit of flavor, an act that sort of makes me feel a little ashamed now because it is sort of gross. But I was young, hungry and bored.
My grandfather owned a pharmacy with a lunch counter and when we would visit, he would make us cherry coke the old fashioned way—regular coke with cherry syrup in it. Of course, at the time, this was just the regular way, corporations not yet having stolen this from the people. We’d eat chili dogs sometimes, but I liked chuck wagons the best. I don’t really know what a chuck wagon is, but I’d eat them two or three at a time.
Then we’d beg for beef sticks.
These days, I am content with Hamburgers, East Carolina Style BBQ, and various types of seafood—preferably ordered while standing at a window, bugs buzzing around, a boombox playing a good summer jam, and served on a paper plate or in a cardboard basket.