We’re cutting down on baggage. The material kind. The wife got a job at OHCHR, and there’s only so much junk they’ll pay the shipping for. So she made me sell a bunch of books today at a yard sale at her mom’s. The yard sale was a bust; t’was chilly and rainy, and somebody stole one of our signs. We did manage to sell a few books. Here’s a list of volumes in new homes today:
- Rogue States. I had two. One from the first English language bookshop on the continent (or so they claimed), the other from the father.
- The Chomsky Reader. I had two. One was Asad’s. I’ve had it for at least five years so it’s safe to assume that he didn’t want it back. If he does, he can have the other one.
- Drinking the Sea at Gaza. Amira Hass rocks but I wasn’t going to read it again.
- An Introduction to Sufi Doctrine. The parents gave up on me being one of the faithful ages ago. But every once in a while, they try to sneak in some Sufi/spiritual stuff. Just their way of saying that they haven’t competely laid down arms yet. Never read a word of it!
- Baseball for Brain Surgeons. Like the parents, the father-in-law often tries to convert me, though in his case, the opium of choice is professional sports not religion. Never read a word of it!
Grand total: $3. A couple of boxes of tacky science fiction went to the local library.
