Spent most of the morning in the unrenovated (but earthquake reinforced) Stanford library stacks.
There’s something about the exposed pipe, asbestos, and proximity to vast numbers of books that makes me work better. There are much nicer areas in the library, but I’m kind of old school. Or maybe this wing reminds me of Penn’s Van Pelt Library, which was also kind of industrial and extremely functional, though in more of a New Brutalist way.
[To the tune of Mono, “Sabbath,” from the album “Ex Plex, Los Angeles, September 24, 2005”.]