The Kindle

For now a link about the Kindle. I have to say I’m buzzed & that I’ve been typing the notes for a sweet & entertaining review of Tao Lin’s CBT (poetry) but in my move from PA to NY I misplaced the book so some of the quotes like “heart feels like a medium-erect penis” taken out of context seem like it might actually have some worth, if only comical. 

Anyway, I’ve been thinking & discussing with friends about how terrible it is that the Kindle not only has a name that is so akin to Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 and also claims to be a (distant) cousin of Apple products (whether it’s true or not). The Kindle is for old people, clearly.

But then why is it so paradoxical that when I see old family members born before the 80s try to operate a Nintendo Wii that I start reevaluating my ideas/opinions about the Kindle and its total sacrilege to the book? I.e.: if this thing is for old people, why are my somewhat-not-old-but-rooted-in-familiarity-yet-totally-unaccepting-of technology-(-)retarded-old-people opinions preventing me from accepting this device? 

Vested interest in books? Maybe. Intelligence? Perhaps (but usually doubtful). The fact that its probably a bonafide marketing scheme to make $$$ while simultaneously threatening book reading as I know it? 

Hm….