I love libraries.
Sometimes, late at night, I find myself organizing my stuffed animals in accordance to the dewey decimal system.
Libraries are so organized. So sterile. So quiet.
So full of think-i-ness.
I mean knowledge.
Remind me to take "think-i-ness" out before I post this.
Laugh if you want, but the Florence library is awesome.
Nice building. New building. Lots of places to sit in comfortable chairs and read.
Big windows. Thought-inspiring quotes everywhere.
And the librarians are bitter idiots.
But that's true of all librarians.
One of my favorite features is the reading room. Walk inside, and you find yourself in Sherlock Holmes' living room. Wood panels everywhere. Greek columns. Newspapers and magazines out your saggy butt.
I want to sit and smoke a pipe while I read in there.
They also have a entire wing devoted to gynecology.
I plan to spend a great deal of time in there.
Did I say gynecology? I meant genealogy.
Honest mistake. Thanks. spellchecker.
Not my least favorite feature is the coffee shop, the disgustingly cleverly named "Coffee-ol-ogy."
Coffee, sandwiches, and all sorts of snacks.
The 14-year old behind the counter asked where I was from when I asked for a "drip" coffee.
"No one around here calls it a drip," she quipped.
I then beat her senseless with the cappuccino maker.
But don't expect to pay three bucks for a sandwich, a luke warm Coke, and sashay into the library.
Nosiree, Mr. Fresh-Ground Paris Pants.
No food or beverage in the library.
So you have to sit in the lobby and enjoy your meal.
Bonus - free wi-fi all around (I suspect they've blocked myspace).
Five stars for this library. They're open until 7 most nights, which gives me just enough time to stop by, order a "drip," and Yelp like mad. read more