surei: (cabbage)
Due to the large number of independent and secondhand bookstores in downtown Asheville, within walking distance of our hotel, I now have a variation of a particularly egregious song running through my head, to this effect:

99 books on a shelf on the wall
99 books on a shelf
Take one down, pass it around
Find a bookstore and buy some more
117 books on the wall

117 books on the wall
117 books
Take one down, pass it around
Find a bookstore and buy some more
123 books on the wall...

We were supposed to go on a tour of downtown/historic Asheville, but the guide had to go out of town on sudden business, so we wandered instead. Somehow this meant browsing art galleries and shops in snatches between book stores, bead stores, and yarn stores. Not that that's a problem.

Must remember to bring my camera with me tomorrow. Interesting architectures must be captured.

Of particular interest:

• Malaprop's is an independent bookstore along the lines of the Regulator and Quail Ridge, with a café and reading area attached. They have an entire shelf dedicated to Neil Gaiman, and dad found (with my help) three new linguistics books, one of which is autobiographical in nature.

• Battery Park Book Exchange and Champagne Bar: yeah, I thought it was an odd combination too, but they seem to make it work. The book part of the store is all second hand, but includes some very rare treasures, and there's a wealth of books you won't find through any other form of casual browsing. There's a selection of books near the door to the basement that have baseline prices and no order, and their cost goes straight to the Asheville Humane Society.

• Also, if you like Indian food and don't mind going for something a little more on the unusual side, Chai Pani is an excellent restaurant, themed around Indian street food. I enjoyed my pizza (naan with tandoori chicken, paneer, tomatoes, and caramelized red onions on a sweet tomato sauce) and pakuras (think tempura, except with a very light chickpea batter and three different sauces to choose between) very much. Yum!
surei: (yawn)
I keep meaning to post something and never having the time. So, really quick here:

I just spent the past week in Baltimore (actually, we spent Tuesday driving up and visiting places along the way; Saturday we went to Monticello, and Sunday we saw old friends. But it's close enough and much easier to say "a week in Baltimore"). Mom was in meetings for the first two days, and Dad is really getting too old to stride about vigorously any more, so we didn't do all that much. I had my laptop, but no internet (it's an interesting fact, I think, that the more expensive the hotel, the more likely they are to try and tempt you into spending more. I have no idea how much the hotel cost because Mom's company took care of it, but it was on the harbor; the view cost extra, there was a mini vending machine inside the room, and the internet wanted a cable and money. In contrast, the hotel we stayed overnight at in Charlottesville was nowhere near as grand or fancy but had free wireless), but I was expecting that and well prepared due to the Internetsless Curse of Doom on my room. It was okay. The aquarium was a lot of fun, especially due to Liss who came up for the day to go see it with me. The jellyfish and the nautili also helped, but there was no octopus, which made me sad.

My impression of Baltimore pretty much boils down to:
Too windy (there may have been hurricane remnants exacerbating that, I'm not sure), needs more public transport.

Liss kept comparing it to San Diego, and in comparison I think the latter won. My favorite city is still London.


Also, since we got back, Ruby (the cat) has been very very clingy and demanding. Dad is certain it's because "she feels the end coming." I would prefer not to think that she's going to die soon, much less than that she can predict it. We were gone much longer than usual, and she's often clingy and demanding after only a weekend away, after all.
surei: (deatheye)
Well, my knees and my hips are bruised, my feet and hands are blistered, and my arms and my shoulders and my calves are knotted, but I have boxes in my room. Not all of them. I'll have to do the rest another time. Not tomorrow, I think, because my body is SO going to hate me in the morning.

As it is, I'm trembling and sweaty and I have an exhaustion headache and I need to take a shower. Which I can't do until I've unpacked to get at my towels. Grah.

I'm gonna start shipping stuff away so I won't have to deal with it.

It's amazing what you can do when you don't have any choice.

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