Recently I have found one of the best things about working at a large university is having access to their bountiful library. Indeed, I already had access to the library via my membership of the alumni association, but as an employee not only is the library just across the street from my office, I can also check out books for up to three months at a time.
For instance, the books I checked out today are not due until the 21st of July. July! If that doesn’t get you excited then I’m afraid there’s just no hope for you. July!
Today I checked out three books pertaining to the early Christian history of Rome. A peculiar subject to be interested in, but nevertheless, I am intrigued.
You can blame the Pope for this diversion. News stories, if interesting enough, get me reading, and this new experience of old pope to new has been fascinating. Absorbing information on wikipedia on the pope led me to other popes, which led me to the Vatican City to it’s history to it’s beginnings to the time of St. Peter’s death. Did you know that they found what could be St. Peter’s bones during World War II? How compelling!
Then I found an online version of a book written by a Lanciani in the late 19th century. The university’s library didn’t have that specific book, but they listed others by the author, so I decided to check them out, literally. I could only find one of them despite the catalog database showing all of them to be in the building — I have found more misplaced books in that library — so I grabbed that one and two others that looked amusing.
I can’t wait to read them; they look so nice and deliciously old. Wish I could buy them.
. . . . Yes, I do know I’m a nerd.
Yes, I do enjoy it.
I know you’re laughing at me.
I don’t care as long as I have my old books.