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Unrelated things of a Friday turning into Saturday—
1. While I just wanted to get out of the basement of the Harvard Book Store as fast as possible to get away from the man who took a book out of my hand in order to replace it on the shelf—without either speaking to me or making eye contact, while I was in the process of putting it back myself—I really appreciated my husband's offer to go back to the comics section and either smack wildly at the shelves with a large heavy paperback while shouting "IF ONLY SOMEONE COULD HELP ME PUT BOOK BACK!" or strike a coy pose and teasingly slide the book in and out, in and out between its fellows.
(I got out with a very cheap, very good copy of Iain Sinclair's Edge of the Orison (2005), however, so I won.)
2. So Breitbart is currently urging war on Kellogg's for pulling their advertising from the website and Penzeys is beautifully not backing down on their political talk. I foresee a lot of Ceylon cinnamon Rice Krispie treats in my future.
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3. Tonight Autolycus climbed the refrigerator and then threw up off the top of it. I feel he has struck a blow for cat undergraduates everywhere.
(Still better than the brief, tragic reign of Emperor Poopfoot IV.)
1. While I just wanted to get out of the basement of the Harvard Book Store as fast as possible to get away from the man who took a book out of my hand in order to replace it on the shelf—without either speaking to me or making eye contact, while I was in the process of putting it back myself—I really appreciated my husband's offer to go back to the comics section and either smack wildly at the shelves with a large heavy paperback while shouting "IF ONLY SOMEONE COULD HELP ME PUT BOOK BACK!" or strike a coy pose and teasingly slide the book in and out, in and out between its fellows.
(I got out with a very cheap, very good copy of Iain Sinclair's Edge of the Orison (2005), however, so I won.)
2. So Breitbart is currently urging war on Kellogg's for pulling their advertising from the website and Penzeys is beautifully not backing down on their political talk. I foresee a lot of Ceylon cinnamon Rice Krispie treats in my future.
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derspatchel: "Oh, and clove, and cardamom, and lemon extract . . .")3. Tonight Autolycus climbed the refrigerator and then threw up off the top of it. I feel he has struck a blow for cat undergraduates everywhere.
(Still better than the brief, tragic reign of Emperor Poopfoot IV.)
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Heh.
Part of what made the interaction so weird was, I had no idea what the guy thought he was doing. Like, you can argue about whether holding a door for someone is a helpful or a condescending gesture (I was brought up to hold a door for anyone older than myself, anyone with children, or anyone carrying things; I have no idea if this is American-normative, but I still try to observe it, or at least not drop doors in other people's faces as I enter or exit), but at least it's pretty clear what it's intended to convey. Here, I was returning a book to the spot on the shelf from which I had taken it. I was doing so one-handed, having a paperback by Iain Sinclair in the other. I hadn't dropped the book one or more times. I wasn't visibly disoriented. I hadn't put it back in the wrong place. And he didn't even say anything. The combination was so boundary-ignoring for such a small gesture that I just wanted out.
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No, he was another patron; he came up and started scanning the shelves alongside me, as people do in bookstores. I think he was looking for a particular title and didn't see it. It was a normal fellow-browser non-interaction until it wasn't. I have to assume he thought he was being courteous, but I don't know why.