Ouch. February was truly a lame month for el blog. March will be much better. Random notes, some of which I’ll elaborate on soon in meatier posts:
- I came, I saw, I Kindled! Took delivery of my Kindle 2 the other night. I won’t issue a verdict until I’ve used it more, but my initial impression is very favorable. Amazon paid Apple-like attention to the little things – packaging, interface, user manual. My rapidly aging eyes are weeping with gratitude over the ability to increase the font size. And here’s a benefit I haven’t read about yet: if you like to read in bed, but your spouse prefers to sleep (how odd), your ship has finally come in.
- February was a lousy month for this blog in part because it was a stout month for my work in progress, the third Conway Sax mystery. I knocked off more than 14,000 words and have moved solidly into the final third of the book – I’m on page 240 of the manuscript. At this rate, I’ll finish the first draft right around the end of March. It’s always hard to tell when you’re in the thick of it, but I’m pretty sure this is the best Conway yet.
- And then there’s dog poop, or the dearth of it. I was reminiscing with a buddy the other day. We agreed that when we were kids in the 1960s/1970s, stepping in (and even rolling in, during sandlot football games) doggy doo-doo was a simple fact of life – you did it, you smelled it, you said ew, you scraped your sneaker with a popsicle stick, you got on with life. Today? Not so much. In an unscientific survey, we were unable to find a kid who’s stepped in crap more than twice. Most have stepped in it not at all, and those who have remember the episode as if it were the Hindenburg disaster. I believe this says something unfortunate about our culture and times, and you can soon expect me to devote my full intellect and gravitas (ahem) to an exploration of the phenomenon.