Einstein My Boyfriend
“The world that we have made as a result of the level of thinking we have done thus far creates problems that we cannot solve at the same level as the level we created them at.”
~ Albert Einstein
A couple of weekends ago I ventured into a “Rare Book Store” in Marblehead. The weather was hot and oppressively humid. I heard either a fan or air conditioner running in the store, but could not for the life of me find relief in this store. The lack of air circulation, combined with the heat motivated me to make my selections, if any, quickly.
Located in the basement of the store was where the owner elected to store the “occult” selections. My quest for finding literary treasures in this section knows no bounds.
As I descended the wooden stairs an overpowering musty odor ran up the stairs to knock me over like a neglected Great Dane. That sick moldy smell ran over my senses and set my eyes to watering. The darkness of the underbelly of the store was too much of an aphrodisiac; pulling up my shirt collar to cover my mouth and nose I proceeded to explore the cavernous rows of books.
I found an excellent copy of Witches by Erica Jong and Human Energy Systems by Jack Schwarz. Feeling extraordinarily fortunate at my finds, I paid for them, and walked quickly outside welcoming the seacoast air to breathe.
When I arrived home I pulled them out of the paper bag and sat down to enjoy reading my books, then it hit me. The mustiness was overpowering and my throat started to close as I began to cough from the mold.
There are so many suggestions as to how to remove mustiness and mold from books, and researching this subject led me to all sorts of urban myths.
Do not microwave your books to kill mold spores! You will end up with burnt spines, and damaged paper. Don’t try to lightly rub the pages of your books with white vinegar either – you’ll only regret it. After all, we are NOT professional book restorers are we?
I bought a tub of green solid glop that guaranteed to take the mustiness out of books. I placed my books inside a bag, took off the cover to the green glop container, placed it on top of the books, sealed the bag and left it alone for four days. After four days the books significantly smelled less offensive, reminiscent of when you kiss someone who smokes, there was a discernible lingering….a questionable unpleasant odor. Not unlike the scent of a laboratory frog steeped in formaldehyde.
So what’s the solution? You can’t in good judgement just pass on an old book because it smells like a water-logged basement! I trolled around the Internet, and this guy’s advice makes sense to me:
If the book is quite damp, you could try this procedure to help dry it out. Get some calcium chloride from a hardware store or farm supply outlet (it’s that stuff that’s used in place of salt for de-icing walks and driveways). Bake about a cup of it at 250 Fahrenheit in your oven for 1 hour. Now place this in a sealed container (like an ice cream pail) along with, but not touching the book. Leave for 2 or 3 days.
Once you have the book completely dry, you should try to get the book clean. Roll Absorene over the entire exterior of the boards, the inside of the dust jacket, and both front and back endpapers. Often the coated stock of illustrations in the book will grow mold as well, so make sure to clean those as well.
For mild odour, try standing the book up with pages fanned open in front of a small fan. Spray plain Lysol from behind the fan so that the spray is scattered into the pages. Again, this one is not for valuable books.
So thank you fellow bibliophile; I am eternally grateful.
Tags: bibliophile, Erica Jong, Great Dane, Jack Schwarz, Lysol, Marblehead, musty old books, rare book store, removing odour from old books, sick mold
~ Albert Einstein
Today I was reading a thread on a well- known news site. People were talking about seeing ghosts. Now, you KNOW how much I detest that word, so bear with me. The Aspie in me is silently screaming out, discarnate entity; I have snobbery issues, I know!
As I was reading the comments left by a wide cross section of people, I observed a common phrase in 80% of the posts:
“I know you won’t believe me, but this really happened.”
“Don’t think I’m crazy but I saw a……….”
“My family thinks me insane for writing this but, I believe in……..”
“I’d forgotten about this, BUT when I was young I saw dead people, and please believe me when I say……”
Look this is the dillio:
Don’t preface your paranormal experience by apologizing or casting out the line that you look and act sane in every other aspect of your life, but somehow this isolated incident has you now labeled as “nuts”, and for people to please, PLEASE! believe you.
Have some backbone. Did something unexplainable happen to you? Did you experience it with all your six senses? What part of that do you deem unbelievable to others? Ah, the giggle factor. You want to be taken seriously. Well put that ice cream sundae down my friend, I have a news flash for you: If you want to be taken seriously do not apologize up front for any experience, paranormal or otherwise that you have endured, lived through, or have tried to understand the “why” of it.
To preface statements of life’s unknown happenings as a parallel experience of insanity or vivid imagination is equivalent to saying you question yourself. If you question yourself then don’t talk about it. If you know what you saw, felt and heard, then own it. The experience belongs to YOU. It’s part of your record; a journal of tiny fragments that contributes to your whole being.
Enlighten others by what you experience and look them in the eye when you say it. Truth never flinches.
Tags: believe me, don't think I'm crazy but, paranormal experiences, people who see ghosts, truth never flinches
I need anyone who is reading my site to be part of a healing circle.
Each Saturday evening at 5:00 p.m. EST I would greatly appreciate a five minute quiet meditation of healing for my new friend Jeff Idzal.
Jeff is in a coma, and these are the words I would like you to send to him:
“Jeff, you will integrate with your body now.”
Light travels my friends, so send your light to Jeff and I, along with his family and friends will combine our love in prayers as well each Saturday at 5:00 p.m. EST.
Simple words right? A simple message for a complex situation.
Thank you.
Tags: coma, energy workers, healing prayers, Jeff Idzal