Well, unlike him you seem to see this as a bad and somewhat unfortunate thing. So kudos for continuing to try.Nalgas D. Lemur said:
As for my friend, I sometimes can't help but wonder if part of it was his upbringing. You know how when you go into most peoples houses, you can generally expect to see at least a book or two? Even if they don't like to keep a bunch of books in the house they'll usually have a few that were given to them as gifts or something and maybe even one borrowed from the library.
His parents house is completely devoid of books. I mean it is a fucking certified book-free zone, I've been through just about every room in that house multiple times over the years and with exception of my friends bedroom (and most of those were text books) I cannot recall ever seeing a single motherfucking book in the entire damn place.
It shows through when you realize just how completely not well-read his parents are, I was sitting in their living room once looking at the light fixture on the ceiling and I said to his Mom, "I like your light fixture, it looks very 'Frank Lloyd Wright' to me."
His Mother replied to me, "Oh, who's that?"
My mind kind of shut down at that point, simply recoiling in sheer horror at the statement.
I mean, really. They live in this country and have never even heard the god damned name?
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Anyway back onto the topic of the thread, I not but a half an hour ago started to read Spacefaring: The Human Dimension [http://www.amazon.com/Spacefaring-Human-Dimension-Albert-Harrison/dp/0520236777/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1261359952&sr=8-1] by Albert A. Harrison.
