Not a Resource

I was shopping online for a book this morning, and these are the prices I found:

Kindle: $9.89
iPad: $10.99

Paperback: $8.99
Hardcover: $10.87
“Bargain” Hardcover: $6.40

I really want eBooks but I am firmly in the “eBooks should be cheaper” camp — I can’t lend an eBook to a friend, sell it at the second-hand bookstore, or display it on my bookshelf to create the appearance that I am a well-read person of intelligence, so the eBook version of anything is inherently less valuable to me. To the “but you can carry a whole library with you” crowd my response is that you should stop reading so goddamned much and go outside and play. Seriously.

Under these circumstances I don’t want to buy the physical book either. Book publishers are playing games and I don’t finance the stupidity of others.

So I’m going to the Library.

Picked up an iPad 3G 64GB yesterday. It will never do everything that I want it to do, but damn is it fun to use.

It’s like living in the future.

Haven’t been able to get back into the blogging groove. Blame Facebook. There is a certain appeal to sharing certain parts of my life with people that I know — as opposed to hiding from everyone behind a somewhat anonymous persona.

Soooo… Funerals suck, but not Al’s. He had more friends present than I may have had in my whole life. From childhood to high school to college and beyond. Everyone that spoke for Al had stories that made me sad for not having known him that well.

The whole family thing was… awkward. My youngest cousin wasn’t around much. My other two cousins are women, and with my aunts they formed a circle of girl talk that we men could not penetrate. My uncle couldn’t get himself off of Australian time while we were there.

I’ve never felt so alone while surrounded by so many people.

But that’s fine. It wasn’t about me, and I wasn’t there for me. Seemingly I wasn’t there for any reason that I could tell.

Reconnecting with my Dad was a whole other layer of stranger. While I wasn’t looking he got seriously old. Bad driving, gonna fall and break a hip old. More ornery too. I’m starting to feel sorry for his second (current) wife. Crazy.