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But I hate doing homework. Haha. I'm going. I'm going. I'm going... In a couple minutes.... |
oh by the way--
librarians can be QUITE helpful and able to dig out stuff you wouldn't ever dream of finding. don't be afraid to ask one to locate this stuff for you. |
Ya I used to think that the librarians just looked stuff up on computers and scanned your card. But there are usually entire sections you're unaware of - and even if you were aware of them, you may not know how to navigate them - and the librarians can show you around.
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Moste librarians i've known are much helpful folks.Listen,matey,you don't sound as serious about finding such book as you think you are.Fuck it!Basically.
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Porky, the later it gets, the more you sound like one of them foreigners that post here, with your broken English.
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Must be the alcohol(was it correct english?).
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it's true that books on him are scarce. years ago i was attempting to write an article based on him for a magazine, and discovered that there is not much written about him. and that was at the library of congress. however as you heard reference books are the place to go in these situations. so your librarian might be a dumbfuck. there are a few of those in my (current) town. i could teach them a thing or two. you could also print the library search page with no results & bring it to your teacher. ha ha. but information there is available, & plenty. i can't remember where i read about fust & gutemberg. it was kind of hilarious and pathetic at the same time. okay i gotta go. have fun. |
librarys are dusty, they slow you down. everyone there looks kinda faded. everytime i ever went the people all look like they go home to strange, sexual deviance. in the new library in my town there is a little room were all the homeless and neglected elderlies go to read newspapers. i would skip school and read there, those were the days. desperately lonely, escaping into phillip k. dick. one time a dude kept lookin at me, he followed me outside when i went for a smoke. he looked like old piss. he grunted about going to get drunk down by the river, i did, he had no money so i bought him cheap wine. he told me about how his ex wife had fucked him over and left him for some other dude. he sounded gentle and helpless with her. he told me about his life. it seemed so grey and so overwhelmingly bleak and small, he had no dreams, not one aspiration or glimpse of anything beyond his everyday. he was just down and had this "oh well" attitude. i tried to spark some thoughts of oppurtunity and future in him but it wasnt happening. i can remember this image of him sitting in the rain, with the grey bleak sky beside the black murky river, just deadened.
few weeks later i heard that he was dead. |
you little prick, could have done a simple search:
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/boo...y&cds2Pid=9481 ha ha you played us. now don't be a laila & go do your work. |
find a bio then just say how his invention has benefited the world.
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