Oh, how I do miss the smell of real books. In the early 1990’s, living on the Lower East Side -(of Manhattan of course silly)- you could find hundreds of book stores tucked away inside street level apartments.

I found some of the most fascinating text and obscure talismans of our cultural missteps from 1920’s anthropology picture books (full of astonishing pictures and even more astonishingly prejudiced captions) to pre war German nudist treaties (complete with ancient Greek inspired activities photos, where everyone is Contrapposto! ).

I also had the opportunity to sit in the stacks of the New Your Public Library when I worked on the show “What Price Freedom”. The show consisted of a glass ‘Ark’ filled with rare documents such as early copy of the American Declaration of Independence and the one from Tiananmen Square. It was a remarkable collection. Just as cool were the stacks and stacks of old books, I happened to be programming and configuring projectors just where the books on avionics were stored. I read books on design, modeling, wing curing… just such cool stuff.

that tactile feel is what drove me on to read further, to dig deeper and pick up yet another book…

we are in an age of frictionless icons and glossy glass keys - and I am sadder for it

teachingliteracy:

i heart the smell of an old book

by dayfish135

(via womenreading)