On the rare occasions when I've been forced to respond to the question -"George, you split your time between Austin and San Francisco, you have essentially two more-than full time jobs (see alonovo.com) --what do you do for fun?"
Well, here it is. On a recent trip (away from behind a keyboard) to a mall in Austin at the "encouragement" (ok, strong-armed demand tactics) of my wife and inspiration, I waited patiently for her while beginning to read "The Assault on Reason" by Al Gore (excellent read, by the way!) my mind wandered as it has been known to do, and I found myself inside a bookstore with my camera phone. This has been known in the past to be a more than dangerous confluence of events.
What else could I do, but complain to the unfortunate store workers that Milton Friedman's books on economics were misfiled and should be relocated to the fiction section.
While my argument fell upon sympathetic yet unyielding book clerks, I decided to take matters into my own hands and I began to reorganize books more to my own liking.
When left to my own rather disconcerting social behavior the following is what happens ---