Today’s post is brought to you by the letter O and my general laziness.
- What is in the water in Indiana? People I haven’t talked to for decades are crawling out of the woodwork. This is really emphasising the eerie feeling I have had all winter of standing at the gates of change. It’s like a drawn-out episode of This Is Your Life and all these people are getting to say goodbye to me before I go elsewhere.
- I hope the place I’m going is not death. I’m not that eager to die, really. If I were to die, well I guess that’d be that. But all things being equal I’d prefer that the Change be something like–I don’t know–getting a book published I guess.
- My heart is warming to Washington with this latest passage in the Chernow biography. It appears that he (GeoW.) is a Christian after my own heart. Privately devout, refusing to call on his faith for political or economic advantage and open toward trading and interacting with those of any–or no–faith.
- Yes, I’ll probably be forever reading this biography. One, it’s the size of four standard books. (22,000 units on my Kindle whereas the last mystery thriller I read had 5K units.) Two, I read only when I’m truly in the mood for biography, which is just a smattering here and there.
- The Kindle software update now adds “page numbers” to “thousands of popular texts”. I was excited when I heard about this in advance, but now in practice I realise how much of a Kindle reader I’ve become. The page numbers feel antiquated as I’m now used to considering a book in units of words instead of “pages”. It seems silly to still refer to pages when there’s no spine or dustjacket or other parts of a printed/bound book.
- The general parlance among e-book readers is to call traditional books “DTB”s or Dead Tree Books. It’s a term I can’t quite warm to using as it seems to indicate that the books I still truly do love are undesirable garbage, passe and unfashionable. While I adore my Kindle and enjoy the freedom it’s brought to my reading I can’t bring myself to denigrate paper books. It’d be like slagging off an old pet once you get a new one.
- An old friend spent much of yesterday posting snippets of W.S. Gilbert’s lyrics to Facebook. It was like a game show; I was able to “complete” most of them. Now I have various pieces of Mikado and Iolanthe floating in my head. Thus the title. Which also allowed me to construct a post without the messy bit of segues.