♫ “Abilene (The Eisenhower Waltz)” by Peter Mulvey
Now your highway rolls from here to gone
This land we’ve laid our hands upon
And, sir, it is a sight just to behold
"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
♫ “Abilene (The Eisenhower Waltz)” by Peter Mulvey
Now your highway rolls from here to gone
This land we’ve laid our hands upon
And, sir, it is a sight just to behold
The iPad does seem better suited to the textbook market than most other e-readers, if only for its versatility. But I can’t see app-ready editions of textbooks having much widespread appeal (beyond the student who already owns an iPad) or impact, unless the price of Apple’s reader and/or the books comes down significantly. Students are unlikely to pay $69.99 (much less $84.99) for a book they can’t re-sell and that, once the iPad stops working or needs to be replaced, is gone too.
It can be difficult to convincingly show love in fiction, because the experience of falling for someone is both highly personal and curiously universal; the details and shared moments are what give the feeling texture, but the rush and elation of it are things that we all share. So you’ve got to find some way to make the small moments appear distinct and honest so that the big moments feel earned.
A rainy, slightly chilly Monday here, and not much to distinguish it beyond that. I started reading the last book in Charlie Huston’s “Joe Pitt Casebooks,” which is about as close to excitement as the day got. I was sure I’d purchased a copy of the book a couple of weeks ago, but I couldn’t find it anywhere last night. So I logged on to Barnes & Noble’s website and put a copy on hold. There’s a store a few blocks from my office, so I figured I could go pick it up on my lunch break. Which I did, only to discover, on my return to my cubicle, that the reason I couldn’t find the book at home yesterday…was that I’d left it in my desk. So now I have an extra copy that I need to return.
See, I told you the day wasn’t very exciting.
Bowerbirds, with “In Our Talons.”
And the warblers sing: deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet-deet!
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