Book shows and electronic ink
I’m fighting fierce distraction to sit here and post. A Clint Eastwood marathon doesn’t come along often. Or rather, not often enough. The man has a lifetime of effort “in the can”, and it’s hard to find a title that doesn’t bear watching (over and over) again. Well, maybe that string co-starring an orange furred baboon, but everyone lets their attention stray occasionally. Clint doesn’t, often. Very focused man.
The annual book show is in town. Not that I’m going, but finally someone has decided to give a line or two in the press to the conundrum of the ebook. A show that has ignored the medium, in order to sell dead trees, has finally agreed to mention that it isn’t ALL about the paper and that the content is why people turn out (and spend dollars). I know that my Kobo does keep me entertained.
Back to the movies. In High Plains Drifter, they actually paint the town red. Not nearly as much fun as I imagined, back when Friday night held a special place on the weekly calendar.
Using a smartphone app to stay informed about local hospital wait times doesn’t solve the problem. Just so you know.
An interesting discussion on the Island this week. The minister of education suggests that substitute teaching positions be offered to new (young) graduates instead of experience (old) teachers who have retired from the battle. I’ve been in there; subbing started to seem like a lifestyle for a number of years. I’m not ready to put my name back on a list. Nor, I suspect, is there a lineup of grey/blue haired bodies blocking the doors to any young (bright eyed and bushy tailed) squirrel wanting to earn money the hard way.
