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I prefer buying used books because I love finding scribbles like this in them.
Sarah Mirk of the Portland Mercury discovered this gem on our Weird Books shelf in the Orange Room at Powell’s City of Books.
You can read more in her article, but we’ll give you the main takeaway: pickles lead to masturbation and, in lieu of a pregnancy test, inject your urine into a frog.
Available in stores and at Powells.com. Happy (early) Earth Day!
Lignin, the stuff that prevents all trees from adopting the weeping habit, is a polymer made up of units that are closely related to vanillin. When made into paper and stored for years, it breaks down and smells good. Which is how divine providence has arranged for secondhand bookstores to smell like good quality vanilla absolute, subliminally stoking a hunger for knowledge in all of us.
Finally, an explanation!