Kindling

I’ve been busy offline lately. Work. Play. Puppy. Volunteer activities.

And a hot new thing has entered my life. Is it love or just infatuation? Does it have staying power or just fast-fading gimmickry?

It’s too soon to tell, but so far I am loving it. It’s my new Amazon Kindle. Reading on it is more like the paper and ink experience than I expected an electronic device to achieve. It will take some time for me to learn all the things I can do with it, but I’m loving just reading books on it for now.

How delightful to think that when I fly off tomorrow for a short trip I can take literally thousands of pages of books with me – in an eleven-ounce package that slips into my purse! Probably only someone who fears being stuck somewhere without reading material can feel the joy.

So far I have downloaded free sample first chapters from several books, and have purchased these books for my Kindle:

  • London: A Biography, Peter Ackroyd
  • Where Memories Lie, Deborah Crombie
  • The Ode Less Travelled, Stephen Fry
  • Three Cups of Tea, Greg Mortenson
  • The Last Lecture, Randy Pausch
  • Buckingham Palace Gardens, Anne Perry
  • I Shall Not Want, Julia Spencer-Fleming
  • The Years, Virginia Woolf
  • How to Use the Amazon Kindle [for a lot of stuff], Stephen Windwalker

Those books in print total 3228 pages. I’ll also get some free books from Feedbooks. So far I’ve downloaded Thoreau’s essay on civil disobedience* and A Tale of Two Cities because I want to read Dickens again. Download from amazon.com is instantly wireless, the rest of the stuff is loaded via USB cable. A snap.

Before I hit the road (and the skies and then the road . . .) I have lots to do here at home. If I can put down the Kindle long enough.

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*or, as it’s spelled on the site, “Civil Disobediance.”  [Eyerolls]

Nothing or everything

Tired and headed for bedtime, I just want to share this:

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

—– Albert Einstein

UPDATED to add:  This quote appears at the beginning of a novel I’m reading right now: Can’t Wait to Get to Heaven, by Fannie Flagg.  I’m enjoying it tremendously so far.  I’ve been keeping it at my desk downtown in a drawer for lunchtime reading.  But it’s turning out to be so good that I’ll probably abandon that rationing and bring it home with me tonight.

 

The Visitor

Last night I took a friend to dinner and a movie – her pick – in honor of her birthday.

She chose The Visitor based on a friend’s recommendation. Unusually for her, she hadn’t read up on it and had no idea what it was about, and neither did I.

It was marvelous. I’ve tried to explain why I think so, but everything I write looks smarmy and pretentious. It’s about what? Oh, just for instance: the human heart, serendipity, love, kindness, fear, brutal injustice, friendship, and music.

See it if you can. In a theater or when the DVD’s released.

I’m about to download me some Fela Kuti tunes and rock the afternoon away.