I've been selling off some spare books, CDs, and videotapes through my non-pseudonymous scholarly site. This is just to announce that I will be putting all my possessions in storage in two weeks, so anyone who wants to buy should do it soon. There is a wide range of products available, from Fats Waller to Ayn Rand (books about her, not by her), Plato to Rimbaud, Aquinas to LeGuin. Since I'm hoping to move some stock, I'm offering special one-time-only conditions:
Of course, if anyone would rather throw some money in the Tip Jar and earn a place on the Council for Blogging Excellence, that would be nice, but it's been less than three months since I made an appeal for contributions. Not to mention that selling books lightens my work in hauling stuff to the storage place, while mere contributions do not. (I might even find time to fix it up the way the CBE page is supposed to look.)
Just to show I'm not feeling greedy, I would ask people not to buy me anything from my Amazon wish list until further notice, since my address will be changing in two weeks and I'm not quite sure where I'll be living then. (Maybe under a bridge, which would give me a chance to meet some of my commenters.) Of course, this is an easy request to make: no one's bought me anything yet, and it's a long time to my birthday.
Unless they are made in the next half hour, orders and inquiries will not be answered until late Sunday, when they will be handled strictly in order of arrival in my in-box. I'll be out of town until then. Of course, if I'd known my car was going to develop $520.50 worth of brake problems this week, I wouldn't have bought tickets for seven different theatrical events in the next week, but I'm trying to see what there is to see up this way before relocating. (Most likely to Baltimore for the next few months, though there are still some jobs left undecided.) If anyone is wondering, I will be seeing Euripides' Orestes at Franklin Stage near Oneonta tonight, Verdi's Macbeth and Tchaikovsky's Eugene Onegin done by the Kirov Opera at Lincoln Center tomorrow, Offenbach's comic (huh?) version of Bluebeard at Glimmerglass on Sunday, and Aristophanes' Birds, Sophocles' Electra, and Shakespeare's Troilus and Cressida at the Stratford Shakespeare Festival on Tuesday and Wednesday. Would a promise of brief reviews help shake the money tree, or have I already alienated all my readers by my grossly sybaritical lifestyle (aesthetic division)? I've already paid for all the damned tickets, so money that should have gone to car repair is going to car rental instead.Posted by Dr. Weevil at July 25, 2003 12:41 PM