In the 21st century, books are obsolete. Some might say that books are home-bettering essentials. Let’s face it. Reading a book requires more work than required.
To read a book, gravity is involved. Keeping the book open means sitting up. Or, it means lying down and holding the book up, so that the pages do not fall closed. Plus, one needs lighting. If it is too dark, reading in the dim light hurts eyes.
All those difficulties are out of the equation, when you read ebooks, which have ushered in an era of binge reading. Reading a tome via eBook is as easy to do as spending endless hours reading posts on Facebook or deathscrolling memes on Instagram. Ebooks have a light built into the screen, so you can read in the dark. No problem.
Ebooks are free. Just get a VPN, go on libgen.rs, and type in what you want. You are bound to find the book is available for free download.
Besides, audiobooks give reading new depth. Enjoy the warmth of someone’s voice, a skilled elocutionist. Soundscapes transport readers into the text setting. Best of all, listening is passive, and does not require the level of preoccupation that reading does.
I really do not understand the fetishism of buying first editions and vintage covers. That is such a waste of money. For the way books lose approximately ninety-nine percent of their value after purchase, it does not make sense to buy hard copies.
The library often has available whatever book you want. Some might say, I need more time to read books. The library will not give me enough time to finish. I say, the late fees there do not matter much. It is one of the few institutions that charge very little. The library and the post office serve the people at affordable prices.
Online libraries make the process of getting information easy as eating good food. No more does one have to go somewhere. From the privacy of home, one can log on and find any book. It only takes a couple clicks. No need to waste time, gasoline, physical effort, a librarian’s help, or money, which gets spent at bookstores.
To book luddites, enjoy the fruits of technology, as all the ideas that books sought to elevate society with were not for naught.
Author: Richard
Winos in Love
Today, we went to the only winery around Miami, called Schnebley Winery. It was in Homestead, out beyond miles of pasture, a big house beside a two lane road with a giant parking lot. We parked in a field, under a crystal blue sky.
The building was surrounded by a moat of a poi pond, snaking underneath the many tiki huts. We toured the facility. The highlight was picking fruit called wax apples, which were semi sweet, a little sour. The wine hardware I took photos of, stealing trade secrets for my own winery. In medieval times, such mass production equipment would not be necessary, nor would it for a garagiste.
There was a guitarist, who played top 40, Ed Sheeran. He was really good. It started to rain hard, once we had sat down at our table and had a few glasses. The flavors we tried were Sweet Avocado, CocoVin, Starfruit (espanol?), Sparkling Lychee, Mango, Cat5 (a red, a mix of pomegranate and other tropicals), and a malbec. The Mango was good. Some tasted bad, with weird gross flavors, like the Starfruit. A few had strange chemical smells, bad aftertastes. We got a charcuterie board. It was $22. We got glasses as free souvenirs.
I drunkenly asked her to move to wine country with me. I suggested Homestead and also, more seriously, California. Somewhere we would become vintners. She laughed and said she would think about it.
The rain blew in sheets as we walked to the bathrooms. A polite young guy held the door for me. The parking lot flooded. The whole town flooded, seemed like, driving home. The biggest puddle was in Little Haiti, which diverted us from a long traffic jam behind an accident on i-95N. My truck easily splashed through.
Shortly thereafter, I got a bottle of Catena and told her this was a Malbec that had impressed me. She agreed. We ate ham and bacon sandwiches, because our stomachs winced from the alcohol. We went into the bedroom to watch the rain from my window. I made love to her with the window open. We started to watch Stranger Things 4, but she had to go. I was glad to turn the scary TV off. I lay in bed, my mind a medley of strange thoughts. So, I wrote this little blog.