today my living room is filled with dozens of bags of books from t which i am going to go through, pick the best, trade out that many of my own (i won’t allow myself more than one bookshelf when libraries and the internet exist), then try to sell at work.  even if i got a dollar each for a quarter of them that would be sweet.  and they’re fun to go through.  i especially like looking at the czech ones, even though i can’t read them.  ha i spent years of my life trying to learn that language.  to this day i remember it better than spanish or french or italian, though that’s not saying much.  i wonder if d retained any of his spanish he picked up in costa rica.  oh well, brain plasticity is still awesome.