I’m still not sure how I feel about this, but this post is written on an iPod touch. I think that means I’ve joined the new world. Reluctantly, yes, but joined nonetheless. I remain astonished by this. Seriously. I mean, it’s really quite amazing. I can’t type nearly as fast …
I’m not sure how it happened that I read the first book in Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy — The Golden Compass — and never got around to reading the remainder, but somehow it was so. It’s not that I didn’t have the opportunity: I bought all three books …
I had no idea the weight of the Paraphrase. Sure, the book will be at least 700 pages long. It’ll be heavy. But the weight of it on my shoulders was apparently enormous. I’ve been in a relatively vegetative state since sending it out, which is rather uncharacteristic of me. …
It came yesterday. A Sony NW-S203F Sports Walkman. It’s pretty nifty, though I’m having a difficult time imagining how much time people must spend getting songs on and off these things. The good: The player is designed for exercise. It can adjust the music being played to your running/walking pace …
I don’t own an mp3 player of any kind. That’s right. No iPod. No Zune. No nothin’. I don’t own one, and I ain’t been sorry. Just about every time I see some kid zoning out with buds in his ears I think of the “seashells” in Fahrenheit 451. Here …