Independent bookstores, like people, have their own personalities. That's why I prefer these stores to the cavernous and cold Barnes and Nobles of the world. Going to a new indie bookstore is like making a new friend. And I made two recently in Washington, DC.
I read an interesting comment recently about how many authors view Facebook as "too much work." My first response? That's absurd. Then I started to think about it. Compared to other social media options such as Twitter or Instagram, is it more work? Is Facebook worth the effort?
I'm currently reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by the recently deceased writer, Robert M. Pirsig. It's a mind-blowing philosophical journey exploring classical vs romantic understanding. And, of course, such a book has made me start thinking about my own bookish questions...
Fringe Fest, at its core, is a month-long whirlwind of experimental theater spanning comedy, drama, dance, music and art...and it's back in DC right now. I had to check it out.
In high school, although I was loathe to admit it to friends, I loved English class. Outwardly I complained like everyone else about the 'boring' books the teachers put on the reading lists. Inwardly I loved them.
A prison is not a place I would think I'd find great art.