Bibliophile: The Ol' Bait and Switch At Dalhousie

“A book without words is like love without a kiss; it's empty.”
― Andrew Wolfe

I'm not sure why anyone would write a book without words, and if love requires a kiss in all places, a lot of pet owners are performing acts that probably aren't legal, but whatever, it's a metaphor.

This is Bibliophile.

If you're new here, the idea is that I browse through the weekly new book list at my local University library, and note the new entries. Sometimes, though, the phrase "weekly" is a bit of a misomer, and the list fails to be updated, in which case I usually skip the week, or take another Canadian university to browse. This is one of  those latter weeks. So this week, we're looking at the new books at Dalhousie University. Books available at my own local university, good ol' University of Waterloo, will be marked by a bolded H.

Bibliophile: He Shoots, He Glowers! : The classic NHL gothic romance that never was, and some books that actually exist from University of BC

“Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.”
― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

This is Bibliophile.

We're returning to University of British Columbia this week, the largest university in BC (apparently, population-wise; I would have assumed the biggest was Simon Fraser, so there you go). 

Bibliophile: Sex, Boobs, and TV: Give 'Em what they want at Thompson Rivers University

Time is an illusion. I figure if I tell myself that often enough, my readings for tomorrow will read themselves. Foolproof!

This is Bibliophile.

Today, we'll be looking at some of the new books available at Thompson Rivers University. Let's get to it.

I'll Admit It: This is sort of a filler post until something actually interesting happens.

Today, I learned about Fermi's Paradox. For the non-pop sciences in the crowd, the paradox says that if Earth is reasonably normal in the wider scope of the galaxy, why haven't we come into contact with any space-faring aliens yet. Occam's Razor suggests two immediate possibilities: first, that the reason we haven't found any extraterrestrial life is that there isn't any. And second, that they, like us, have the basic technology to spread out, but really don't see the point in venturing much beyond our immediate vicinity.

I prefer the Sea Monkeys theory: we are the pets of a much greater race of beings and they'd really like to open up the tank and get a closer look, but they don't want to void the warranty.

Later Days.