Stop Me Before I Click Again
On a recent short getaway I was sitting over breakfast one morning with my friend B, clearly jonesing from both the absence of my netbook and the dearth of decent newspapers available at the hotel at which we were staying. While I pushed my eggs around my plate, B pulled out his Kindle, bought the day’s New York Times for me, downloaded it and handed me his little machine to… Read More »Stop Me Before I Click Again