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Then, at the end of the day I discovered that there was some paint on my shorts, which would not come off. This made me very upset, as these shorts are my favourite shorts to wear at home.
(In and around the house)
At number 121 there is a 'De Slegte' bookshop in one of these store houses. Literally, the whole building from the cellar to the attic is filled with books. Directly, at the entrance there is a winding chair going down to the cellar, where you can find the the computer science books under the part of the cellar that extents under the road. At the back of the cellar there is another stair leading to the ground floor. Right above this stair there is a stair leading from the ground floor to a room on the "one and half" floor. From this there is a passage to another room, more to the front of the building, which has a balcony along two sides. by means of two small stairs you go to the second floor, which extends to the front of the building, mostly containing second hand books. From the second floor there is another, rather narrow, winding stair leading to the third floor. Halfway this winding stair you can get to the balcony mentioned above. From the third floor there is a stair leading to the attic. Whenever you come to Utrecht, you should visit this extraordinary bookshop.
Today, LiXia and I visited Utrecht, and of course I went to the bookshop. To my surprise I noticed that they were selling `Le Ton beau de Marot: In Praise of the Music of Language' for about 12 dollar. That's almost one third of the original price. I would almost conclude that this book by Hofstadter does not match with GEB.
(Random memory. next visit.)
But at the end, I felt that the characters were played a little too perfect. Of course, a movie does not leave room for much of the daily interactions between people, but exactly that fact can make movies very unreal, too romantic.
the Internet is a strange place: you have to pay, in order to be read. Let assume that an average author earns about 4 dollar cent for each printed page in a book. That is about 10 dollars for 1 million characters. If I would have published my pages in the form of a book, I could have earned 20 dollars a day, or 7000 dollars a year. Instead, I pay about 50 dollars a year. Not that I mind much.