Ithaca has an amazing booksale. Like, HUGE. Twice a year, multiple weekends, a little slice o' heaven for the used-bookish types. I stopped in on Sunday, and came home with eight more of the Patrick O'Brian novels (almost have a complete collection now, geek that I am), and three beautiful Over the Rhine cds, a goldmine of music I had never heard before by a band I had forgotten I like so much. They've got that blend of good writing, strong convictions, deep emotions, musical beauty, and general aesthetic integrity about them.
Dip your hands in colors
while the young night flutters in on you and
fingerpaint me pictures of all you see