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Maybe you could have that tattooed on your back as a kind of gyaravatara with Oprah, per HoodedRat's suggestion, included?
Sorry, but neither me, nor my Sanskrit dictionary know that much about... whatever you are talking about![]()
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Yeah, that's is why I posted itOh, I thought you spoke everything. Your image is of the dasavatara of Vishnu.Oh, I thought you spoke everything. Your image is of the dasavatara of Vishnu. Das = ten, so the ten avatars of vishnu, very well known image.

Gyara is eleven in Hindi, so I smashed it up into the Sanskrit to add Oprah as the eleventh. (I should have cleanly said ekadasavatara I think, but I don't actually know any real Sanskrit, and ought not to conflate Hindi and Sanskrit, though obviously it is their relation that brought something back into it.)
Honouring him with the exclusivity, great...Alternatively, you could just have "Heidegger Sucks" tattooed across your forehead.

I've always found it deeply sad when people use books merely for decoration. A book isn't really a book until someone starts reading it and accessing the information contained within it.I once had a client for whom I was designing a library in his new house, and when I asked him how many books he and his wife had he answered, "None, but we'll get some."
I've always found it deeply sad when people use books merely for decoration.
I've always found it deeply sad when people use books merely for decoration. A book isn't really a book until someone starts reading it and accessing the information contained within it.
When I see pictures of 'celebrities' homes with rows of books artfully arranged on shelves, or a full-on library, I always find myself thinking, 'I wonder how many of those you have actually read?'.
They do. I bought the complete letters of Racine as a "decoration volume".Some bookshops used to sell old books by the metre just for filling up bookscases for decorative purposes; I expect they still do.
I've always found it deeply sad when people use books merely for decoration. A book isn't really a book until someone starts reading it and accessing the information contained within it.
When I see pictures of 'celebrities' homes with rows of books artfully arranged on shelves, or a full-on library, I always find myself thinking, 'I wonder how many of those you have actually read?'. Some bookshops used to sell old books by the metre just for filling up bookscases for decorative purposes; I expect they still do.
I've always found it deeply sad when people use books merely for decoration. A book isn't really a book until someone starts reading it and accessing the information contained within it.
When I see pictures of 'celebrities' homes with rows of books artfully arranged on shelves, or a full-on library, I always find myself thinking, 'I wonder how many of those you have actually read?'. Some bookshops used to sell old books by the metre just for filling up bookscases for decorative purposes; I expect they still do.
There's a story I've heard that Michael Korda, the former head of the publishing house of Simon and Schuster, tells about his uncle, Alexander Korda, the movie producer, when Korda first came to California in the late 1930s or early 40s, and moved into a house in Bel Air with his wife, the actress Merle Oberon. The story goes that Louis B. Mayer of MGM or some other major studio honcho came over to Korda's house, and was asked to wait for Korda in the library, which--typical of movie industry houses of the time (and even today--I've done a few)--was used more for watching movies than reading books. (The Renoir or Monet at the end of the room would slide up to the ceiling and a movie screen would be revealed; today the screen comes down from the ceiling, and rests in front of the Hirst or the Kapoor.) Mayer--or so Korda recounts--was surprised to see that all of the books were real, rather than some of them simply spines, and that they actually looked to be part of a personal rather than generic collection, and that they'd actually been read. Mayer never trusted Korda after that. True or not, it's a good story. Or as the Romans say, "Se non è vero, è ben trovato" --not true, but well-founded.
(...) Very interesting if you are held in such a house and are bored.
I enjoy visiting houses and taking in what books the residents own, and attempting to understand their lives and interests based on what they collect and display. I am also happy to be in rooms where I know the books are simply for display, but which are part of a visually coherent whole.
What I always wonder about any row of books, in whatever sort of library, is what books are those.
They do. I bought the complete letters of Racine as a "decoration volume".
Started young and quickly lost count.
As with men.
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I occasionally attend parties at the Beverly Hills mansion of a former wife of a very rich, famous man--the house was part of the divorce settlement. She is a beautiful former call-girl, replaced by another beautiful call-girl whom her husband met during a 3-way with them both. (This brings to mind James Goldsmith's famous pronouncement that when you marry your mistress you create an opening for the next one.) The first time I was at her house I wandered into the library, and eyeing the books on the shelves, discovered matched sets of volumes such as 30 years of bound journals of various scientific organizations, medical textbooks, etc. Stupid choices all of them. She is a smart, clever woman, a higher sort of trophy, and in another age she would be thought a courtesan rather than a call-girl, so I was surprised to see such a ridiculous-looking collection of books. As I later discovered, they came with the house, and had been brought there as part of the "staging" to help sell the it. On my last visit I discovered that they'd been replaced with a proper set of classics that look as if they've been read, or will be read: Petrarch, Dante, Boccaccio, Shakespeare, etc.
