Despite what I thought was magazine overload at FOLIO:Show this week, I hit B&N yesterday and browsed for the first time in a long time (I generally avoid bookstores when I'm trying not to spend my entire paycheck in a day). I was looking for two books in particular, but when I found neither there, I bought other stuff instead. I was perusing the magazine racks for inspiration, and I stumbled across Book, which, yes, is about books. (This month's issue has a quickie on blogs (scroll down). Whenever blogs are explained, it cracks me up. I've reached the point where I can no longer fathom not being jacked into the blogosphere. Lord, that's a scary thought.) Where was I? Oh, yes, so I'm buying books, reading Book magazine, and then I'm off to see Lost in Translation finally (and it is as good as everyone said).
I feel like I'm trying to ingest everything possible -- I'm reading like a starving man at a buffet. Maybe I've felt too out of touch with the world for too long.
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