How do I carry all the books I own at once?

Ok–this has become B’s blog but she’s the only entertaining thing in my life at this point (sad, but true when your seven months pregnant and simultaneously–supposedly–writing a dissertation).
Today B cried for an 1 1/2 hours because she could not physically carry all of her 250 books at one time. This seem to me to be a digital culture question. Surely, she could manage my laptop in a spiffy carry-on, but then more problems ensue: how do I scan in a book she can simultaneously read and chew? And what’s a girl to do when she wants to rip the pages in half and have a good cry about the immutable nature of destruction? And then there’s the perennial question: what about marginalia when marginalia entails grape-jam thumbprints and crusty milk deposits meticulously applied to each monkey on each branch of every tree of Caps for Sale? Ah, digital reproductions, you have so far to go . . .

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