Thursday, April 30, 2009

The Bookworm and The Kindle

(Here's a long post, a few weeks in the making. Hope you enjoy, and I'd love some feedback)

Reading is my passion. The only thing that makes reading better is food. If I'm reading while eating, I'm in heaven. Seriously.

(My family would pass around the Buffalo News during dinner - usually I'd bring whatever novel I was going through at the time and save the comics for dessert. The Chronicles of Narnia are stained with mashed potatoes and gravy, and I'd have to struggle to keep hefty hard covers from the library out of the salad dressing.

Fiction and foodstuffs forever.)


So this lifelong love of reading has been shaken up this past month with the acquiring of... a Kindle (no, I'm not rich, my mom is lending me hers). I brought it on our trip to the DR, and I have to say that I enjoyed it.

What?! English major? Champion of the publishing industry? Bibliophile and lover of all things literary? Traitor! E-harlot!!!

Ok, deep breaths... I will always consider paperbacks holy, hardcovers sacred. And I'm not alone.

At first I really did feel like a traitor. But this test drive has been great.

It's convenient. It's lightweight. Ideal for balancing in transit on the T. Able to be tossed into nearly any of my purses thanks to a durable case. Great for the gym (something that actually FITS into that little trough on the elliptical!). The battery power is amazing, the electronic ink gives no harsh glare, and I have wireless access. I can look up words with a click of my thumb. Best of all - it's small and one handed and I can shovel food into my face while I read on it!

It's possible to read with more frequency, and for longer periods of time. Think about that.

And ignore the hype from the struggling print media giants, who - I think - could really benefit from this technology. There are so many places to grow and expand from this - and talk of making the Kindle and other devices "social" and interactive means there are plenty of advances yet to come (and textbooks - come ON people! Get on that!). This is a very early model - just think how far the iPod has come since 2001. I find that analogy appropriate - MP3s scared the heck out of the music industry and all that Napster nonsense, but artists (especially the new and emerging ones from our own generation) have only benefited from potential fans having increased access to their music. Young authors, rejoice.

The advent of the e-reader is hardly the death knell of the book.

Here is my caveat for all this Kindle worship:
As a hoarder of books, one who proudly displays lovingly worn copies in my home as a point of pride (and no for-show-only-never-been-read-impressive-looking-tomes thank you!), I now find myself with an added dilemma in my book searches. I have plenty of WishListed KindleBooks on Amazon that I'd like to read (oddly enough though I have to use the Universal Wish List, Kindle purchases can't be Amazon Wishlisted right now...). But I also have ten times as many titles I plan to get in print (which I'm desperately trying to track on GoodReads, and have found that to be the most useful function of that site).

What was I saying... OH. Here's the deal - My upcoming book purchases are now weighed by their potential for Benes-ian "print-worthiness."

What kind of books deserve the love and attention and intimacy of print - complete with that most delectable of experiences: the trip to the bookstore to pour over the shelves and select the lucky tome(s)? And then... which ones do I want to shell out 10 bucks for on cold, boring Amazon?

Absurd, that I now decide what will be a book and what will be a just... a file. The reading experiences are completely different, I can tell you that much. And books are certainly not comparable to the CDs we hoarded in ugly towers back in the 90s...

Or are they? Reading will change, it is changing. Pricing needs to come down, that's a given. Sharing of titles should happen, and happen soon. And wouldn't you have LOVED to have had all your textbooks in one condensed reader? I know I would have...

So far I've only bought a few titles, and finished only one so far (Bridget Jones's Diary - what pleasing faux-feminism...). Once I go through a few more titles (which will take awhile as I want to put a dent in the piles of to-be-read paperbacks I've accrued) I'll do a re-evaluation. Until then, I'll add one more thing to its list of virtues: it's a pleasing paperweight.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

finally


a way to feed Mr. Boyfriend.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

topsy turvy


Hm. Yeah, about that recession thing. I'm ready for that to be over now.

The vacation was lovely, and certainly the best thing about an all-inclusive is that once you've spent the money - that's it. No tabulating your expenses every night when you're out to dinner, just eat and drink to your heart's content, tip a bit, and your wallet stays safe (after that initial purchase of the package, of course). But yeah, spending still stings.



Anyway, I'm not sunburned, and we had lots of fun. Pics will make their way onto FB someday, probably...

I'm glad we got home Saturday night and had Sunday as a buffer day. The next few weeks will be really busy, and I'm going to have to limit my ice cream lunches and find another stress-buster (three ice cream shops in one block - torture). I walked in to the city this morning (takes about an hour) and took advantage of the gorgeous day. High of...93. See? I didn't even need to go to the Dominican Republic!!! We cleaned up the patio and are summer-izing the house and I've got the painting bug - I want to take make EVERYTHING a nice light cream color, like Benjamin Moore Linen White... Low VOC and all that.

But alas, I do not want to paint myself. And Mr. Boyfriend can only be bribed with so many calzones.

The best part about vacation was reading. Mmmm delicious fiction. Book reviews to follow.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Punta Cana

Day 5 of our vacation in the Dominican Republic - 80 something degrees and sunny clear blue skies!

So far, no rain - I kind of wish it would so we'd have an excuse to hang out in our room more - it's awesome and huge and has a king sized four poster bed. Every girl's dream.

We are steps away from a beautiful pool (and most importantly, a swim-up bar), and we can see the ocean from our room. We just have to walk for about 30 seconds and we hit smooth white sands.

I've had about a dozen of some pink drink called the Majestic (we're staying at the Majestic Colonial) and have met all sorts of other hedonistic vacationers. Off to apply SPF 70!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Punta Cana

Seven tops

Six dresses

Five bikinis

Four pairs of sandals

Three cover-ups

Two pairs of shorts

and ONE METRIC TON OF SUNSCREEN.

Hello, vacation.

Friday, April 10, 2009

shippin off to Buffalo

Dude, it's April.

When did that happen?

And it's already Friday - again, I need to tattoo a calendar on my forearm.

This means last weekend the Sig O's sister and bro-in-law came and we had lots of circus-y fun. And this weekend I'm off to Buffalo to be Polish and Catholic. Mmm chocolate bunnies and pierogies just in time to fatten me up for our VACATION which we leave for NEXT WEEKEND. Holy moly, we leave in just over a week.

Where is the time going????

Oh, and Mr. Boyfriend and I will celebrate our four year anniversary on Thursday :-D

Thursday, April 2, 2009

We are not alone

As a guidebook and review fanatic (must...prepare...obsessively...for travel...), I've read my fair share of Rick Steves. And Frodor's, and Lonely Planet, too. But I never really favored one over the other until now.

I really like this guy, his interview is thought-provoking and insightful - exactly what you would expect from one of the most widely traveled people on the planet. The interviewer describes Steves:
Steves wants Americans to get over themselves. He wants us to please shed our geographic ego. "Everybody should travel before they vote," he has written. We should be represented by politicians who want America to act as a good global neighbor.
Gotta love this. Let's hope that sticking a Canadian flag in your backpack becomes an old joke amongst Americans. Because, you know, who wants to be confused for those crazy maple loving hockey heads, eh?


And because I know you just can't live without it, one final poetry post.