I can’t really concentrate on reading unless I have a pen in my hand. I love marginalia. I love used books and getting a glimpse of some stranger’s relationship to a book that is now in my life. I underline, star, box, vent, exclaim. I like rereading my books and seeing coffee stains or chocolaty fingerprints I left behind the last time I read them. --The Joys of Marginalia

I can’t really concentrate on reading unless I have a pen in my hand. I love marginalia. I love used books and getting a glimpse of some stranger’s relationship to a book that is now in my life. I underline, star, box, vent, exclaim. I like rereading my books and seeing coffee stains or chocolaty fingerprints I left behind the last time I read them. --The Joys of Marginalia

On the way home, I ponder possible pasta dinners. To listen to the episode, subscribe to the podcast feed in iTunes or whatever, download the episode directly, or click play below to listen right here: Click here for episode MP3 I ended up cooking up some spaghetti, with ground meat! I had two servings a a side salad. Oh, and here's that expensive but good sauce.

It's hard to get good customer service, but it's hard to be comfortable expecting it. On a recent Robert Brook episode he complains at length about the lack of old school customer service in London book stores: at the grand old Foyles in London. At least, he makes it sound as if it had been grand in the past. In particular, the two Roberts were remembering the good old days of helpful, bookish employees who might say something like, "

It's hard to get good customer service, but it's hard to be comfortable expecting it. On a recent Robert Brook episode he complains at length about the lack of old school customer service in London book stores: at the grand old Foyles in London. At least, he makes it sound as if it had been grand in the past. In particular, the two Roberts were remembering the good old days of helpful, bookish employees who might say something like, "

Westin Bonaventure, originally uploaded by cote. While at Adobe MAX this year, I stayed in this place, the "Bonaventure" as everyone calls it. It's sort of a weirded out collection of five cylinder towers with a low-key hotel-mall inside. As a plaque next to an elevator noted, there was a scene in True Lies shot in one of the elevators. Down the street on 7th, there was a just dandy sushi place called Octopus (a local chain, I think).