The Bookstore

Yesterday, I went to a bookstore in Clearwater, Florida. A Borders. Walking through the doors, the scent of literacy teased at my nose and mind and soon I was lost - for one, looking for a copy of Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of the Pillage of a Continent - someone close to me wanted a copy. There were none to be had in the store, which didn't surprise me that much: either it was sold out or it wasn't carried.

Wandering, I inhaled titles. When it came to Latin America, I found it amusing how little there was - but there was still much more than I have seen in bookstores in Trinidad and Tobago. In the computer area, there was more of the same acronyms in their continuous juxtapositioning to find meaning. Perhaps late at night new books are formed of acronyms imagined in this area. Science was littered with pre-science: pre-algebra, pre-this and yes... pre-that. Business? Not much of a selection when one considers the recent changes in the global economy. Fiction? Some of interest. Science fiction? Some of interest.... the list goes on.

Magazines? Plenty of magazines. 4 Linux related magazines, including the Linux Journal. Some automotive stuff, but nothing that had context for me.

Nothing that would compel me to buy something.

Wait. They had Moleskine Notebooks. In particular, they had 2 Moleskine Ruled Reporter Notebooks left.

I went in looking for something to read, and I came out with something to write.