Daily Archives: December 5, 2012

I Remember Again

It’s a long day and it’s a little more than halfway. I am currently at the bibliotheque using their computers since my computer crapped out last night. The fan inside the computer stopped working and I think it was because there was so much dust in there that it overwhelmed the poor fan. I dropped off this morning at a repair store and waiting for the estimate. I don’t think it would be too much, just a simple vacuuming should do the trick, but then again I am not a computer guy so it could be something else despite the warning on the screen last night saying the CPU Fan has malfunctioned.

It’s nice and quiet here, it being a bibliotheque, what else would it be. There is a lecture going on soon regarding women and economics and I will probably be able to hear it from where I sit. The temperature has dropped considerably from last night to now and despite the heat being on here in the bibliotheque, the high ceilings make sure the heat stays away from those of us hunkered at tables in front of public computers. I’m not complaining, I dressed accordingly. But you can hear the wind whistling down the streets of Hoboken.

The bibliotheque is bustling today. Lot’s of people checking in and out of circulation, and you can hear the staff chuckle and tell jokes as they work through their day. I helped put away some books and DVD’s earlier before settling in on a vacant computer. They were happy to see me and I was happy to see them. They’re good people, the staff- and I am sometimes privy to their jokes and comments which usually leave me with a chuckle. I can now see why this particular computer was vacant.

After a few hours I feel like I am turning into a hunchback. The chair seems designed by the Marquis de Sade and requires stepping away from it for a few minutes, like now. I haven’t dressed appropriately for this weather and I am starting to think, chaps and a jock strap was not the way to go. Then again I am just a quick hop across Church Square Park so if anything there will be shrinkage, accompanied by high beams when I power walk my way home. ANd if that isn’t an invitation to molest me, then I don’t know what is.

I can hear holiday music from the circulation desk, and I think I have heard Feliz Navidad a dozen times already. It beats working in a mall with Mannheim Steamroller playing constantly at levels that defy the standards of the Geneva Convention. I have my own respite from that, I play the Phil Spector Christmas Album, the Beatles Christmas Messages, The Roches and various other collections including a very good one from Mojo Magazine a few years ago. And then there are the Waitresses with Christmas Wrapping and a find from a year or so ago, Regina Spektor with My Dear Acquaintance.

No pics, no music tonight. Sorry.