I am off to a conference in Portland, OR and while I have heard many tales of its beauty, about the only thing I am looking forward to even more than the conference and place is the delicious-looking and famous Powell's Books store, supposed to be the largest in the world. Unfortunately and sadly it seems I will miss Fup the technical store cat who passed away at the ripe old age of 19 last year.
Right now I am licking my lips reading the store description, and later in the evening will be on my way to buy an extra duffel bag that can hold at least a dozen books. Although this does not bode well for moving time after my PhD.; the last time I counted I had three hundred something books stashed in bookshelves, on the carpet and on chairs in my little rented bedroom. Well.
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