From an essay I wrote:
"...even the dullest book I have ever been forced to read, Thomas C. Smith’s Native Sources of Japanese Industrialization: 1750-1920, was, in a distant way, about life."
I've held onto this sad book as an artifact of dullness or whatever, but I'm not holding onto to it any more.
It's not making the move to Kansas....
As I pack for my move to faraway Kansas, after 9 years in College Station, I’ve been going through boxes and drawers, and I’ve made some interesting discoveries…
As below: My University of Texas identification card from the time when I was Paisano Fellow, and my City of Austin hack license….
I’m kind of a thuggish-looking cab driver, eh? That was actually an advantage. Some customers—strippers and little old ladies, in particular—like a cab driver who can at least pretend to be a bodyguard….
Below is another find: Word for Windows 2.0
This whole package weighs about eight pounds. It was probably about five years old when I bought it used in 1996 or 1997. Still I was very glad to have it, for it seemed like a definite step up from the dos version I had been using.
They don't make 'em like that anymore. It's an antique! But do I want to lug it all the way to Kansas?
Somebody asked why I did not post the photo of my Found Family when I wrote about The Forgotten, below.
Simple answer: it was a lot of work. See, I had to stand up and reach over and take framed photo from the wall. Then I had to remove the photo from the frame. Then I had to scan it—and my desk is so small and cluttered that my scanner is set up and used only on special occasions. And I felt like taking a nap, anyway.
But—I got around to it, eventually. The photo is scanned and ready for inspection. (And you can see the little pinhole where I first tacked it up to the wall of my office cube long ago).
If anyone knows who these folks are, in what passes for the real world, please shoot me an email….