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Post by exoticimports on Dec 19, 2016 19:22:30 GMT -8
Ah. The simple pleasure of a few minutes of solitude. Seated somewhat comfortably, unable to respond to distractions (with perhaps the exception of "DADDY! What's taking you so long?!!"). No computer, not a reasonable time for even a tablet. Absolutely inappropriate to surf the net. But a perfect time to read a short chapter or a magazine article.
John Shuey wrote: My copies reside in my throne room, where I can spend a few minutes with them each and every day.
So I'll tell you what's in my throne room:
Neil Young's "Special Deluxe: a memoir of life and cars"
NRA American Rifleman (on the small arms used during the Pearl Harbor attack- very innovative, these young men)
NatGeo (on gender confusion, does have a photo of a gynadromorphic glaucus)
Hiking the Finger Lakes region of New York
Torbin Larson's Hazards of Butterfly Collecting
And I hear in my head a take-off from a Capital One credit card ad "What's in your throne room?" Yes, I am inviting the world into your very private sanctuary.
Chuck
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Post by africaone on Dec 19, 2016 23:11:06 GMT -8
Before starting reading real scientific ones, I started (when i was quite younger)with these that I keep as teasures despite being complely rubbed :
- the butterflies of the world (Lewis)
- Mes chasses aux papillons (E. le Moult) to dream
- Butterflies of Rhodesia (E? Pinhey)
- A field guide of Butterflies of Africa (J. Williams), the only available at this time like a bible
- Joyaux ailés (Hachette edition) in which I never forget the story about the antimachus female that was printed in my mind for the rest of my life
We had no television at home (it was in the 70's beginning 80's in Congo) and I took them with me to bed where sleep made me fall on them.
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Post by leptraps on Dec 20, 2016 6:50:52 GMT -8
I know that some of you read. However, when I am on the throne, breathing can be a problem. The air is so thick you need a chain saw to cut it. I have been known to stall the exhaust fan.
When I get ready to read, I throw a couple of logs on the fire, get comfortable in my chair and spend hours reading a good book.
My wife was born and raised in Knox County, Kentucky, near Salt Gum up Stinking Creek. No indoor plumbing. If you were to ask my wife that question: her response would be the Sear's catalog.
I will stop here, before I get the urge.
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