My father-in-law–a USMC Vietnam combat veteran—recently required a trip to the VA hospital at Mather Field for a battery of quasi-urgent tests. We picked him up at his rural home, transported him to Mather and waited in the ER lobby with him for a considerable length of time. We shared the waiting room with several other veterans of advanced years, all of whom appeared about 80% deaf. This wasn’t a surprising fact, given their former line of work; my father-in-law has been mostly deaf most for some years. This affliction, however, didn’t seem to stop intriguing stories from being shared by the regular to anyone who’d listen. My husband soon struck up a conversation with a hopeful patient seated nearby which helped to pass the time, albeit a bit loudly.

Strangely, the possibility that elderly veterans might have substantial hearing loss did not seem to occur to the staff and nurses of the hospital. Each time of the staffers breezed through the doors to call out a name it was like watching an Abbott & Costello routine, almost too coincidental in nature to be believable: one of the well-meaning RNs–in a thickly-accented English no less–would emerge, look around and call out someone’s name in a small voice quavering with uncertainty. Even my husband—whose hearing is fine—had to lean forward and concentrate in order to make out what was being said.

Repeating the name didn’t help, however, hilarity ensued when the veterans realized one of the staffers was talking; they’d look blankly at her, at each other and then the responses would begin:

“What’s that?!”

“They call Robinson?”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Speak up darlin!”

“You already took my blood!”

“Did she say cookies?”

And this was only the first round. Next, the RN would try to get better results by giving out just a first name, a strategy doomed to failure with the more common names like ‘John’ or ‘Chris’.

“Chris?”

“I’m Chris!”

“So am I!”

“Did she say Chris?”

“Is it me or him?”

“Where are the cookies?”

The fun continued for quite a few hours, with a recurring cast; some of the veterans had multiple tests, with substantial waiting periods between, so the low-question-loud-rebuttal drama repeated every few minutes. Once in awhile a male staffer would render much needed assistance to the tremulous-voiced announcers and bellowed out the name of the next in line. In these few cases no responses ensued and the person called was quick to be helped.

Midway through the afternoon the waiting room was treated to an impromptu lecture on the ER’s mysterious “Fast-Track” system. A very calm RN walked out to the middle of the lobby, turned down the TV’s volume (a fruitless act) and began by apologizing for the wait. She spent roughly ten minutes explaining that some of the patients—those not needing tests–could be seen over at a place called the Fast-Track area. The effect of this announcement on the veterans was interesting. The RN mumbled a bit, so all the audience heard was “fast” and “track.”

“This is the fast track?”

“Fast? I’ve been here five hours!”

“Jack? I’m Jack!”

“She said fast track!”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Speak up!”

Eventually my father-in-law was admitted and—at least for us–the show came to a close. If anyone has a hand-held PA or bullhorn laying around perhaps they could bring it by the VA Mather ER, though I must admit the show is pretty good the way it is. We might go again, armed with a picnic lunch, a translator and a video camera.

My aging laptop, a trusty and wonderful device–on which I’ve composed five novels, countless articles, poems and pieces—is nearing the end of its existence. I extended its life expectancy substantially by replacing various components as they wore out, namely the hard drive and battery pack, but still the Time Has Come to replace the device altogether.

Recently, while standing in line at a coffee-shop, I observed an individual place a roll-out rubberized keyboard on a small bistro table and then plug it into his smartphone. He put the android device on a small stand and began typing away like mad. This scene sparked a set of musings in my mind which have leaked out to much of my numerous contact lists this week and set me lurking about the web for related articles.

It seems many writers are in a bit of a quandary about which device to graduate to, should the need arise. I read a piece by Kimmo Linkama on the issue, voicing a similar question to mine: which of the ‘new’ devices are really work-able for writing? He admitted being hooked on his full QWERTY keyboard, asked his audience for “help” and got variety of rather vague replies. GottaBeMobile writer Will Shanklin wrote—way back in July 2011—that while tablet were OK for causal computing, for serious writers (and other content creators) they “simply would not do.”

Uncertainty continued to plague me. Yes, a tablet looks “fun”–and getting my email at a touch while writing certainly appeals–but is such a device practical for 6-8 hours of daily writing/editing? Do digital ‘pens’ really allow “natural” writing and digital storage without hampering the creative process? Is the laptop truly obsolete, or is it merely in a state of transition?

I wondered at just how many writers will simply purchase a better laptop when theirs is kaput, verses trekking into the wild and wooly outlands of New Technology. Admittedly, when the iPad first came out, I was goggled-eyed with the possibilities it presented but–as of late—I’ve been cycling through web ads for sleek/light laptops, being I am already familiar with the design’s practical use for composing large-volume prose.

The practical side of my inner consumer was not alone, nor unrivaled. Many fellow writers, freelance colleagues, and several dozen members of the eBook community, replied to my inquiries on the subject with very helpful—and at times adamant—advice, revealing in detail what device(s) they’ve personally used to compose their own prose:

Bestselling suspense/thriller author Joshua Graham uses a full-sized Win7 laptop, supplemented with his iPhone for syncing documents to his Go app. Graham’s co-host on the Dialogue blogtalkradio show, bestselling author Susan Wingate, uses a Dell laptop with a docking system, and swears by its portability–and also its useability–for serious writing.

The words “serious writing” were bandied around the reply emails rather frequently, often after the words “My tablet is fun but…” Author, journalist & blogger Daniel Audet replied as follows:

The most productive for me is an Alienware high end laptop with at least 6 gigs of ram, super fast hard drive, cutting edge sound and video cards and wi-fi capable with a security chip for wi-fi, HD or high res. screen and 9 hour battery. Sometimes I use a usb mini mouse. I’m using a biz class HP custom with most of the stuff I just mentioned however my next laptop 17″ or 19″ will be it.”

Attorney & Writer/Editor Guitta Karubian wrote:I’d go for a tablet if I knew one that didn’t have the problems of the iPad yet had all the goodies. Problems: No usb port on the older ones and expensive plus costs of adapter (for usb port), etc. I’m drawn to the iPad, in part because I switched to Mac Apple laptops 5 computers ago after having owned and worked with 12 or more PCs. (I presently have a small PC which I try not to use.) I would – regardless of what else I add to my arsenal – stay with a laptop as my primary. I don’t think anything compares as a storage unit + portability + ease of use including larger screen and keyboard. It’s unquestionably the most dependable and versatile in these regards.”

Author Caron Kamps Widden offered a great insight into the device life of international/traveling writers, and like Joshua Graham uses her laptop in tandem with her iPhone:

As an expat author living in Belgium, I use an HP Elite Book Laptop for writing, I also have the much smaller, HP mini, which is fine for email and simple tasks, but the screen is smallish, and keyboard tight, so it can be annoying to try to do anything advanced or prolonged. It does slip into a tote or larger handbag with ease. I use my IPhone for just about everything else when not near my laptop — email, calls, texts, Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, my blog (but AT&T charges me an arm and both legs for roaming in Europe, despite paying extra monthly for added roaming and texting). I just bought the Kindle Fire — works great and the clarity is unreal for watching movies and favorite TV episodes. Great for accessing email and all of above (other than texting and calls). Does not work with ease when trying to connect to WiFi abroad. Best to download everything one needs, books, magazines, movies, TV shows to the device and not let it float in the ‘Cloud’ when traveling abroad.”

California author Caroline Gerardo’s response was short & highly practical:Laptop hands down wins. Tablet and other smaller devices slow typing process. My eyesight is bad from years of working on computer and sun exposure. Small print means big typos for this girl.”

Indie Writer Jo Anne Benware:My last three laptops were Dells and I have a Toshiba Netbook that I carry with me to my writer meetings and to the coffee shop when I need to get out of the house and write. I also use memory sticks so I can go between the two.”

A couple of writers surprised me by recommending using both a tablet and a laptop. Writer Pauline Jones uses her iPad (with a wireless keyboard) and supplements it with a MacAir:

I’ve managed to get a (surprising) amount of mileage out of my iPad, but did add a Mac Book Air to my entourage. (grin) What the Air can’t always do: download email. Even with free wifi, can’t always connect when on the road, but I love working on it. And its so light and easy to tote around. I did a lot of work on my iPad when on the road last January and could connect even without wifi because it is 3G. The problem I had was porting my files back to my Mac and then switching to doc format. Sometimes the files got a bit hinky going from Pages to doc format. Which would be why I got the Air. I can do simple email on my smart phone, but anything too detailed is just not something I want to do. Of course, the smart phone is great for social networking. I can take a picture and upload it to FB or twitter. I have an iPad 1, so can’t take pictures with it. But my iPad has worked hard for me in the two years I’ve owned it. But for really intense writing, the Air works great. I use Drop box to move files between them and my desktop.”

Only one responder had gone the way of a combo device–a thing both laptop and tablet–freelance writer Robert J. Medak.

My convertible is a Dell,” he wrote.It is smaller and handier than a Laptop. Since I work from home, I use my Desktop, and my Tablet the most. My tablet is used primarily for reading eBooks for review. The convertible is great for the times I am out and have access to Wi-Fi or just want to sit down and work with Word.”

Some writers, such as author and Speaker’s Assistant Yvonne Wu, responded that they use only the iPad/Fire/other tablet for writing, but–like other tablet writers–added that they accomplish all “serious writing” using a peripheral keyboard, whether plug-in, wireless or built into the tablet’s case. This add-on seems to be a common theme, even outside my writing contacts. After cruising the more popular writers forums, half of the posting Prosers appeared to be sticking with their laptops; the other half recommended their tablets, but always with that external keyboard caveat.

Despite the tablet’s soaring rise in the device realm, perhaps a Writer General’s warning should be pasted on the outside of tablet cartons:

Studies show that writers may need to use a peripheral keyboard with this device to actually write.”

 

Last week, I found myself wondering what my sizable network of fellow writers had digitally accomplished this year, especially if any had actually taken the ‘app’ bait (whether iPad/iPhone or Android) or, if had they gone the way of the “enhanced” eBook… specifically if they’ve utilized HTML5 and EPUB3. The responses to my queries were overwhelming in number and–as always—quite varied, but most indicated that they are either in the process, or at least have plans for one (or both) in the near future. The replies also indicated that most authors do not recognize any ‘fadish’ properties existing in or around the ever-evolving genre of the eBook.

Author Frank Fiore: “My publisher Trapdoor Books through their technology arm called Trapdoor Technologies converted my book – CYBERKILL – into their enhanced ebook technology – an app that runs on the Android and Apple iOS platforms. In my opinion, I thinks apps are the way to go since that’s where many of the platforms for publishing are headed. Even Amazon took a bit of the concept by jumping in with the Kindle Fire instead of just staying with the kindle. With an app, you can upgrade your book with new enhanced features – even additional content that you might have left out before – anytime you want. Also, since CYBERKILL is an app, we give the enhanced ebook away for free – it’s advertising supported like all free apps. I make money whether the book is purchased or not cause I get a share of the ad revenue.”

Author Caroline Gerado‘s response managed to cover both reading and writing aspects of my query:

“I am working with a development team integrating video/ photo/reading/ and reader ability to direct the narrative with a live website. The team has a myself, a comedian, two musicians, some indie filmmakers, teen game developers, engineers in Mountain View & India. “Playing” with new formats. I learned as much HTML5 as is written this year (I do not have a computer degree but a nimble with software building from old career) Many new formats coming. Each platform desires to be unique to keep their brand from being eaten and pirated. Many exciting things ahead. Only wish I had longer days and started younger. There will be inexpensive choices in 14 months. What is on the market only links and flows back slowly to the book. I want a book that a teen can chat with me or my team, can read then plug into a portal in their car to listen to the next chapter, lazily watch on TV some video clips, chat with others re: should the protagonist go left or right, read skype reviews, integrate with the kiosk at Barnes and Noble’s center as live reading, and smell good… (well not smell but more ) NO ONE has a swanky version yet, most are clunky and slow. Soon.”

The majority of writers, regardless of what industry they’ve worked in, age or education level, showed a ready familiarity with the idea of turning eBooks into apps as well as a willingness to “give it a go” in the near future; almost none had heard of –or had plans to try out–“enhanced” eBooks.

“Ebooks2go is in the process of making my new book, “Write the Right Word” into an App,” wrote author Sondra Smith. “And do not know][yet] if I will be happy with it or not. They are to have it finished soon. Being I have so many tabs, which can cause major problems with the ebook upload, I would say it is quite a job to get it done properly. I knew I could not do it myself… so decided to have the pro’s do it for me. I don’t even know what the html5 and epubs3 Enhanced eBooks are all about, but will let you know how the app for the i-devices does turn out once it is done.”

A few authors’ replies indicated that several menacing issues still inhibit real, perpetual growth in the eBook industry. Indeed some of these issues seemed to be so fear-inducing that some writers lumped them all together:

“At this time I am considering neither for our books,” wrote author/publisher Val Edward Simone. “I’m not convinced of the technology for one and I’m not convinced of the security of the products yet. There are too many people out there with far too much time on their hands. I’m very concerned about piracy issues. When I’m sure the technology is safe to use, I might consider it. I don’t immediately jump onto something new just because it is new. I like to see a track record before considering integrating it into my life and business. I just now finally got a Kindle.”

Glenda Bixler–a professional book reviewer and computer systems analyst–wrote the longest reply, but all of it seemed to apply, illustrating at least two facets of the eBook consumer:

“For larger systems I quickly learned that some form of standardization would need to be set before consumers really would have the ability to make wise choices. I don’t know whether that is possible given the speed of new options coming out. Now, for my personal opinion…from a reviewer’s point of view, this has already become extremely difficult as I am being sent different formatted files, that are merely be touted as eBooks. I just got one with a file ending I’ve never seen before and have no idea whether I’ll be able to figure out how to read it! I already use both computer and Kindle to read the various files I’m being sent. Now I’m getting multiple file copies of the same book (for instance, one mobi file and one epub…the latter I couldn’t get opened, the mobi I loaded on Kindle…but no matter what…it was both time consuming as well as irritating to have multiple copies on my computer, having to keep both until, at least, my review was done, but then having to delete the extra files from the various hardware.

Personally, I find that–for doing reviews–any electronic copy is more difficult and time-consuming to use. With a hard copy you can highlight, mark or just turn a page down that you want to later refer to for the review. With an electronic device, you must first learn to use the hardware to effectively do this or you must use a search activity, trying to find the particular location of that favorite paragraph that you wanted to quote, etc. Or you must jot down info on a separate computer file or handwritten notes (NOT moving forward in my opinion!) And you guessed it, not only haven’t I had the time to learn that early version of Kindle, if I am to keep up with the reading stack, there is no way that I could afford the time to move on to some other option, even if it is the most wonderful thing ever! LOL –

What I fear for authors is that, because of the “glitz” these fantastic options will be more and more selected, only to find that we book bloggers will not have the capability to read and review their novels…unless, of course, we can get them in hard copy…Yikes!

Some of the writers–as well as some of the publishers–however are still in the Valley of Decision about branching out into either apps or enhanced eBooks… and they show no sign of leaving it any time soon, instead opting for the seemingly secure position of wait-and-see.

“For me the crucial thing is the market,” wrote Katy Loffman of Dandelion Digital. “There’s no point in producing a product that can’t be viewed on any devices or sold in any existing outlets. The market for apps is thriving in apple and android, so publishers are confident publishing for it. However, until there is an obvious place to sell ePub3s and HTML5s, with a clientele happy to pay real money, publishers will find it hard to justify the huge expense of publishing in that format. There may also be a problem of skills too because publishers have Not mastered multimedia authoring or production yet. I think it will be a while before the HTML5 or ePub3 Market is mature enough for publishers to abandon apps in favor of them.”

It was heartening to see so many writers willing to expand their eBook platform beyond the ‘safe’ havens of PDF and Kindle, showing that they were at least paying attention to the market for the last two years. For the younger generations (almost beings born with smartphones in hand) in order to fit in with the trendy devices being purchased, eBooks apparently must transcend static text on digital paper in future. However, until a one-size-fits-all format can be decided on and implemented the industry is kind of hovering around the door, waiting to be invited in to the Hall of Progress. Now that ebook sales/ebook app use has doubled for some, tripled for others and are up on many a company cavorting across the sprawling fields of the Web, the creation of a single format may not be as far-fetched an idea as once thought. The money is certainly there to make it happen.

 

 

After much deliberation, I decided to spare the general internet blog world more trite platitudes on being thankful on Thanksgiving… though I am sorely tempted to. I have so much to be gratefully for, but alas, I cannot say it in a way more beautiful than have already been voiced, penned, shouted and sung.

Therefore, I can not think of a better way to express gratitude than by sharing my favorite, quick recipe for a savory classic. The ease of this dish will likely aid many and impress 97% of one’s guests.

 

Honey-Pepper Butternut Squash for a crowd: (up to 12 guests)

 

2 large butternut squashes (Try to get squash locally grown; the flavor is far, far superior; if not, get the ‘organic’ variety at the store.)

1 cube of butter (use Irish butter, if you can find it.)

Salt to taste (use sea salt for best results)

Fresh, ground black pepper.

½ cup honey. (I use super-market clover honey.)

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With care, use a large knife and halve the squashes; this will take some arm strength but use a wooden cutting board and lever the knife point off it.

Scoop out the seeds and stringy-things entangled within. (Save the seeds; they are excellent cleaned and roasted on a backing sheet with olive oil and salt. Also, the roasted seeds are fantastic blended in hot milk and added to mashed potatoes for subtle flavor.)

Put squash halves cut-side down in a baking pan, or two pans if necessary, with about 1 inch of water in the bottom of the pan. (If you have a space issue, you can form your own slender pans with aluminum foil ‘boats’, for lack of a better word, to place on the rack around your turkey pan/pie pans/etc, if necessary. Don’t forget the water.)

Cover pans with aluminum foil and bake at 400 degrees for 1 hour and 15 minutes. If they are extra large squashes you may need to cook them a bit longer. Pock them with a long toothpick or fondue fork; the implement should go through the baked squash easily. If baking extra time, set the timer for 15 minute intervals to check it.

Let them cool until warm enough to mash easily but not hot enough to turn your hand while picking them up. Scoop the baked squash from the shells with a spoon into a large bowl; cut up the butter and drop it in; salt and pepper to taste. The pepper should be enough to put a ‘bit of bite’ into the squash, not make it hot. Stir in the honey; if you have a mixer or hand mixer give it a turn in that on high for a minute or two, just to smooth it out; this gives it a velvety texture. (Watch out for splatter; foil works well as a shield.)

Serve warm. Garnish with a mint leaf, or a sprinkling of dried parley leaves.

Enjoy.

I like this dish as it is sweet and spicy all at once, and can be made ahead of time and warmed up easily. The simple flavors will compliment the more complicated dishes well and pairs nicely with Chardonnay, Pinot Grigio and Viognier for the gastronomes out there.

Cheers; may your food fuel your writing and enhance your reading moments.

Meredith Greene

I read a particularly heartfelt essay on Digital Readers via TeleRead this week–one that explored the writer’s personal book memories and expounded on the many reasons why paper books, at least to her as a reader, were important in spite of their slow transition to digital format. After I finished reading the essay I pondered how the writer’s musings paralleled my own experiences with paper books. Written language seems to have an indelible impact on the brain; nearly everyone who has ever read a good book remembers when they first read it, where they were sitting (or standing) while they read it and most remember all the characters and even minute details penned within its pages.While I enjoyed reading the essayist’s delightfully varied book memories, she came just short of really explaining why many folks cling to the paper medium in a sort of desperate nostalgia. I’ve heard the “book smell” argument, the tactile-feel-of-the-page rebuttal, the defense of the cover, the full-page illustrations arguments, the ease-of-use pleas and the cases presented for paper books being one of the last “unplugged” items. I have not, however, heard or read about why a physical hold-it-in-your-hand paper book really appeals to humans.

To me, is it because the contents of paper books defy the physics of their appearance. Without the aid of electricity (and with little to no fanfare) what seems to be a bunch of squiggly lines–on pieces of pressed wood pulp slapped together with industrial glue–actually harbors an invisible treasure chest, just waiting to let that golden glow out onto the face of the reader. It is the closest thing to real magic that a logical personal can experience. Opening this unassuming recyclable shape sets the imagination loose… no film, no soundtrack, no digital screens, online platform, remote, Tivo or batteries needed. It is a self-contained, self-perpetuating parallel universe that can contain knowledge, opinions, poetry or an entire realm of fictional creatures entirely consumed in their own lives, waiting to begin or continue their journeys.

Just the act of reading provokes the most profound memories, which is something I’ve not only witnessed in others but have experienced, myself. My first memory of books was of my father reading The Hobbit out loud–to my brother and I–by the flickering light of a campfire (a thing which just made the trolls and goblins all the scarier.) The Lord of the Rings trilogy followed in the summers to come, interspersed with The Chronicles of Narnia, The Princess & The Goblin, Robinson Crusoe and many other tales. My parents gave us paper and colored pencils to draw with while we
listened, or laundry to fold; my mother would knit or sew as the stories filled the air while the television–in the corner of the room–sat dark and silent.

In middle and high school–during which I discovered how heartily I disliked the company of my fellow youngsters–my parents remedied my abject loneliness with piles of books; Austen and Forester; Peters and Shute; Stevenson and Defoe; Doyle, Dumas and Durrell… such minds were these! Such stories they wrote on this strangely bland medium of paper and ink. I began to look upon these writers first as visionaries, then friends, teachers and finally, muses. Like the essayist at the beginning of this piece I, too, began carefully selecting books to take with me various places, even if just going up a tree to sit among the breeze-blown branches and read.

That is the reason many are so disinclined to stop regarding paper books as ‘real books’ despite the advances of technology, social movements toward anything labeled ‘greener’ and the very real threat of younger generations growing up with all-digital libraries. It is not a thing so singular as ‘smell’, or ‘touch’ but it is rather the entire experience of opening printed paper pages,with no flash animation, video enhancements or any type of soundtrack–and yet still able to see a full realm billow out of this object, the details of which (if the writer knows their stuff) engage all of the senses, powered only by the brain. Books are literally the stuff dreams are made of, made tangible.

Can eBooks ever really capture that unique experience? As an eBook writer and proponent I can only say “I hope so.” EBooks continue to sell globally at mind-blowing rates so I assume at least a few million people-with-money think they come “close enough.” It is true that most eBooks need extra incentives in order to make up for the loss of paper smell and physical page-turning, such as swiping animation, music, movies, digital bookmarking, images and other bells and whistles.

But, hope is not lost for there be one more asset in the digitized books’ arsenal… a transition between the old and the new: the audio-book. It is a category within publishing that seems to sell extraordinarily well, and in this I am not surprised. The voice carries a weight to it, soulful inflections that digital text (nor computers) cannot plausibly imitate… yet. Handy to load on one’s music player and listen to on commute/ travel/ waiting-in-line, audio books seem to be the most popular when read by someone with a voice that can spark the imagination… one that
re-captures that ethereal, memory-laden notion of ‘real books’ being read aloud.

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Freelance work acts much like a word ‘vampire’ upon the mind of a fiction writer.

To be fair, reviews, articles and copy-laden ‘crowd sourcing’ jobs make up the bulk of available work these days but, just as much as these rigorously-tight bits of employment put money in one’s pocket, they also strip away a few petals from one’s personal stash of Vim and Inspiration.

After a particularly busy fortnight of submitting various pieces, entries and bids—from poems and stories to logos and corporate presentations—I found that upon opening my various novel-in-progress files, my fingers had lost their vigor and my mind given to wandering. The non-retina screen on my laptop reflected a rather wan expression back in the dim light of the living room lamp; I normally find that particular light “charming” with its near-natural glow… but that night it seemed to merely emit a sickly sort of glimmer.

I rubbed my eyes and pondered the best course of action, the dearest to me being sleep. The digital page I stared at fairly begged to be written on, its voice merely one among the three fledgling novels my intrepid laptop harbors within its maze of metallic bytes. One of these at least must be completed before the end of the year, when it will be submitted to various contests and finally edited, formatted and Smashworded into a shape recognizable by global eBooks consumers. These things I knew and thought of and yet, still no words would come.

Setting my laptop to ‘hibernate’ I walked around my home, picking up stray jackets and books, calling attention to chores left undone by young folk–who really aught to know better by now—and making a nighttime cup of tea. My eye fell upon a paperback, left casually on the counter, a bookmark within still valiantly holding its owner’s place. Sipping my tea I picked up the book, and smiled at the title. My teenage daughter recently discovered the Brother Cadfael mysteries, a favorite series of mine in high school. I had not read them in ages.

As I stood there–skimming the pages with half-thoughtful fondness–I began to read. I continued reading as I walked around locking doors and closing blinds. I read in the laundry room, switching clothes from washer to dryer with one hand. Nestled comfortably in bed I sipped my now-tepid tea with little notice, more concerned that an aging 12th century monk was transplanting wintergreen a week earlier than I thought was called for and wondering why his good friend Hugh Beringar the sheriff was hovering just outside the wicket gate, a foreboding look upon his black brow.

Good books have a strange phenomena embroiled in their pages. Not magic, but a coaxing sort of promise that feels its way along one’s arm and shoulder–stealing up to the ear ever so gently–all the while making its case in clear language spiced with the lyrical. Good prose does not beg to be read, nor does it demand. You simply find yourself reading it; subsequently, words become enjoyable again. I read through the novel before drifting off to sleep, my catalog of aulde English (not to mention my inspiration) more than partially restored. Next morning, the more commercial projects were hurried through in favor of once more stepping into the proverbial breach, that wide gulf between Blank and Book.

“You must pursue it,” said Cadfael with sympathy. “You have no choice.”*

 

(*Dead Man’s Ransom, by Ellis Peters.)

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 At first glance, Amazon’s 2011 third quarter earnings report—released after US trading hours on Tuesday–sent some folks screaming in fear; the company’s stock plunged a good 12% before analysts could address the fearful perceptions. Eventually, the stock rallied a bit but still ended down 4.4%.

Amazon’s 2010 third quarter revenue reportedly stood at 7.9 billion, up 39% from that same period in 2009. The forecast for 2011′s third quarter (by the company) in July was somewhat rosy: $10.3 billion to $11.1 billion. The actual revenue figure—according to Amazon–for 2011 third quarter was $10.9 Billion, not too far from the top of the prediction plateau.

So, why the unexpected drop in market share prices (and subsequent gloating by competitor fans)?

Well, Amazon’s been spending–more so this quarter than they’ve done in awhile—burning off old growth by investing in 17 new customer “fulfillment centers” (adding to their existing 52), reinvesting in the Kindle devices & adjacent digital content and putting out a hot new product, the Fire Tablet.

“You have to go back to year 2000 to see those kind of growth rates,” Chief Financial Officer Tom Szkutak said during a conference call with reporters. CEO Jeff Bezos forked over a few details about the health of the company’s family of Kindles. Apparently, in the Amazon’s third quarter earnings release, Bezos said their darling device’s “biggest order day ever” was Sept. 28.

Bezos also indicated that advance orders for the Fire tablet are “so high” that Amazon is making “millions more” than it had intended to, and that other models have been selling 2Xs as quickly since Sept. 28 than they did after the previous ‘launch’ of a Kindle device. However, Amazon did not release concrete details about Kindle sales, but the company appears to have strong faith that both new and ‘old’ devices will bolster Q4.

Amazon rounded out their press release with revenue expectations of $16.5 billion to $18.7 billion in the October-December quarter, they may just get it; this is the holiday ‘honey hole’ quarter for most retail businesses. Analysts–for the most part–expect Amazon to garner $18.1 billion in revenue for Q4.

After querying several hundred contacts in the eReading, writing and publishing industries—including writers and reviewers—I received back a wide variety of replies, ranging from the extremes of “Apple-and-Amazon-have-nothing-in-common-you-know” quips from die-hard Apple fans to “I-can’t-wait-for-my-Fire-tablet-to-get-here” anticipation from devoted Kindle users.

The overwhelming majority of the replies, however, were skeptical of the stock drop, pointing out that hype and fear was driving the market verses considering the numbers:

If Amazon’s figures can be trusted, and this is a big if, then they are like any other business that employs the Spend Money To Make Money rule,” one contact replied.

People freaked out when Apple didn’t hit their projected revenue,” a fellow writer (and owner of an iPad) wrote, “Their stock went down on similarly unjustified fears.”

Amazon’s a monster company,” wrote a another contact and fellow book-reviewer. “I don’t think they need my sympathy or my money… but I’ll probably end up buying half my holiday gifts from them anyway, the other half from eBay.”

She and I, both.

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Lavender Sage Face Elixer

Wearing perfume is not my forte. Even as a teenager I shied away from it, preferring the smell of clean freshly-showered skin to the various sprays, oils, ‘toilet’ water and colognes available. Perhaps it was many of the girls in my school—literally dousing themselves in scent–that soured me on externally-applied fragrances; those girls would walk through the marginally-crowded halls accompanied by clouds of chemically-enhanced odor that stung the eye, seized the throat and often incited fleeing. Perfume commercials on television made no sense to me either; mostly, they featured models paid to writhe about on the sand, holding a tincture bottle and exhibiting an unreadable expression.

Now in my thirties—and as a mother of four—perfumes still seemed hardly worth pursuing. If I wanted to smell lovely things I’d simply spend a few hours in my organic garden, the borders of which are wreathed ’round with the fragrance of roses, honeysuckles, pink jasmine and lavender. The lotions I buy are usually ‘unscented’; in summer I anoint my skin with Tea Tree oil—it keeps away insects—and in winter, Eucalyptus.

But, a few days ago my perception of perfumes completely changed. Weeks earlier I chanced to see a Yahoo News segment featuring a California gardener-turned-perfumer quietly making a name for herself amid the enormous, faceless fragrance industry. According to the piece I watched fellow-Berkeley-native Mandy Aftel–of Aftelier Perfumes–began her business with a passionate desire to bottle the pure essences of Nature for later use, handcrafted in small batches.

Now, just the word “natural” on a label doesn’t appeal to me; after all, uranium is ‘natural’ and I wouldn’t want to smear that on my person… however, I felt intrigued by Mandy Aftel’s quest and curious about how such specially-mixed essential ingredients would effect me.

“Who better to attempt such a feat as bottling Nature, than a gardener?” I thought.

After haunting Aftelier’s Facebook page for awhile, observing the muted praises of the company’s clientele and perusing the cozily-designed website, I decided to order some “samples”. Ms. Aftel cleverly offers tiny sizes of her various scents at prices designed to lure in the lurking observers, ones that—like me–search the list of unfamiliar possibilities riddled with indecision. I emailed the company, asking which of the scents most represented the exquisite, shining goal that had initially caught my attention. Ms. Aftel responded herself with the information I sought and shortly thereafter a lovely tin of tiny glass bottles appeared at my door. I resolved to try one each day after the morning shower, in order to experience each with a ‘fresh’ nose.

“Orchid” was the only ‘solid’ perfume in the sample set, the essence of which is infused into soft, beige-colored beeswax. For some reason I felt drawn to this unusual method of putting on perfume; it was easy to put on the right amount without spilling anything. Lifting the tiny lid of the case made the air around my face change. The scent was not overwhelming, rather it stole up to my nostrils and made itself present in a surprisingly real fashion… as if I were leaning down over a solitary orchid in a botanical garden, inhaling to my heart’s content (while the hawk-like gaze of the docent was distracted.) It stayed on my skin for nearly three hours, lingering just as if I’d put a sprig of orchid in my hair; it faded like real blossoms would have over the course of an evening dinner party.

“Lumiere” was next, a scent that struck me first as having an initial overtone of lemon balm. After putting it on I walked out to my herb garden and knelt down by the plant in question. Squeezing a leaf between my fingers I inhaled and then smelled my wrist again; the familiarity between the two was present but the perfume had more to it, a flower hidden somewhere in the background. As the minutes passed the scent made me think of fresh rose petals mixed into lemonade on a warm summer day. At midday it was still present but subtle, smelling as if I had a single invisible rose petal tied to my wrist.

The next day I wore “Parfum De Maroc” to the grocery store. At first, it reminded me of fresh-cut cedar wood, dry cooking sherry and that quasi-magical scent that rises while pruning a leafy, green hedgerow. But, as I drove to the store it changed slowly into a pleasant citrus scent with spices–specifically tangerines. In the grocer I gravitated to the honey tangerines instead of the apples I went there to buy, and the subtle spices of the perfume gave me a desire to make tandoori chicken for dinner. After two hours De Maroc was still with me, vaguely resembling an orange-spice herbal tea that I am particularly fond of. At home my husband stopped to smell me more than once, declaring the perfume smelled “agreeable” (which–in my experience–translates to “superb”) and indicated it was just the right amount of scent to wear. I agreed.

“Honey Blossom” is named perfectly, though–unlike some other honey-type perfumes I’ve smelled–Aftel’s version does not overtake one’s nostrils, nor is it saccharine. It most reminded me of Alyssum, a tiny white cluster flower for which I harbor a great fondness. Instead of laying on the backyard pavers with my nose in the Alyssum bed (an admittedly strange sight) I can wear this perfume and inhale that light, sunshine-infused fragrance anytime. It faded to a scent that slightly resembled crushed, baked rosemary drizzled with honey and actually made my mouth water.

The last sample was simply labeled “Fig”, a name which does not do it justice. The fragrance–once inhaled–did indeed conjure up in the mind a fig tree spiraling around its jungle host. I could slightly smell the rich earth underfoot and the green fronds of undergrowth, but over these stole the tantalizing wisps of ripe figs–their black sides split to reveal the pink interior. Lingering unseen in the background I could smell an open bottle of rum, with honeysuckle vines winding around the container, its trumpet-borne nectar damping the sharpness of fermented sugar cane.

I was frankly amazed that all the samples bestowed such a favorable impression. Each perfume was subtle, feminine and changed with my body chemistry/time. None struck me as overpowering. None were mere copies of the natural elements the scents comprised. With these tiny bottles Mandy Aftel proved to this perfume skeptic that she’s not only figured out how to trap Nature in a bottle, but that she’s also subdued it to withdraw into the background while simultaneously allowing part of it to escape; then–as it dissipates—it morphs into something else altogether.

This is what perfume should be… and how it should behave. It should invoke elven processions in the mind–with song and light among the mallorns–but without the perceivable modern additives that so often subtract from the allure of the organic. To make a drop of liquid harmony that a gardener can recognize takes talent and a love of things that grow. After my samples are gone I intend to order many of the available other scents to try. I also have my eye on one of the Chef’s Essences sets and some of the bath & body products. My only difficulty will be picking a “signature scent” from among Aftelier’s array. For gift-seekers, Aftelier offers custom scents, a variety of intricate scent-compact cases, face elixirs, make-your-own perfume “isolates” and perfumed teas.

On the bleakest days of winter is when I will most find these scents useful, reminding me that the warmth of spring will eventually return and that the longest days of summer are just a step away, laying dormant within a small bottle of fragrance.

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With the success of the various Kindles and much of the eBook market firmly under its belt, Amazon seems to be gaining on Apple’s success, nearly coming up to a virtual eye-level with the tech giant just as the latter’s beloved founder unceremoniously left the planet. Quarterly reports and forecasts have always been the staple upon which the market analysts feed but in today’s market, pageviews and unique visitors catch the attention of the average consumer and industry blogger alike.

Amazon’s pageviews in the U.S. were up 26% in September and 19% in Q3 versus a year ago, while unique U.S. visitors grew 25% to 79 million. Amazon’s new project–the reasonably-priced tablet known as ‘Fire’–appears to have re-kindled consumer interest (no pun intended). According to BusinessInsider.com, “at one point screenshots of Amazon’s internal inventory system suggested that it was taking 50,000 Kindle Fire orders per day.” If true–and such orders continue–then the Fire could conceivably sell 4.5 million units by the end of 2011, especially in light of the upcoming holiday season… though one must point out that Amazon is not known for its willingness to give the general public exact sales figures. Fire appears to be making headway among the fellow readers and industry contacts; the excitement over such an affordable tablet has current Kindle owners in a tizzy.

“Forget the iPad,” one of my fellow writers emailed me in response to my query on the subject. “I want Fire. A 50% savings like that couldn’t come at a better time.”

Apple, on the other hand, recently disappointed fans and the world-wide market alike in not revealing the iPhone 5… a rather underwhelming start of the season for the Cupertino orchard sans Jobs. Add to this the reports hitting various web-based news outlets (back in September) indicating that Apple was reducing its production orders for the iPad 2; most tech bloggers shrugged this news off as “normal” but JP Morgan analysts disagreed, forecasting that the iPad 2 would fall short of its year-end sales projection by two million units. Couple this with MacGeneration’s news release today stating that Apple CEO Tim Cook has emailed company employees with the news that they’ll get some “extra time off” with pay for Thanksgiving, and a few more bites from the crisp contours of the apple logo seem to materialize.

All rumors and site data aside, the stock behavior of both companies is another facet to consider: Amazon stock is on a steady 52-week high, while Apple stock has been bobbing back and forth with an unusual amount of volatility, and this in spite of its record highs. Jobs stepping down and then leaving altogether may just have given Amazon the edge in the tablet race, not that they really needed any more of the market than they already boast. Comparing what eBook statistics I can find from Amazon to those of iBooks and iTunes, Amazon appears to be the clear victor, though these numbers stem from mere vague allusions from the company, itself, and not solid figures.

Third quarter earnings for both companies should iron out the rumors, projections and predictions into some more tangible facts. Considering the Q2 reports, it would be an enormous feat for Amazon to overtake its arch-rival; their second quarter earnings were nearly $10 Billion, but Apple’s were just shy of triple that figure.

However, barring Apple coming out with a truly innovative new gadget—emphasis on ‘new’–Amazon will likely sit on its holiday laurels, savoring its super-sized portion of eBook sales as unrest in the global tech market rides roughshod over corporate earnings reports.

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As another season of summer driving draws to a close, let us pause to reflect on the antics of a person with whom most of us are likely well-acquainted: the Driver Of Limited Intelligence. This title is in no way a reflection on the person, themselves, but rather acts as a invisible warning label given only in consideration of said person’s driving ability… or lack thereof.

Most members of the automotive-inclined public have, at one time or another, had an interaction with DOLI (pronounced doh-lee) though it must be noted that most of said occurrences are mercifully fleeting. DOLI can show up in the driver’s seat as a man, a woman, a teenager or–on rare occasions–a pet.

Stories worldwide involving DOLI would probably fill a brace of libraries to overflowing despite the automobile’s relatively short history. For the uninitiated, DOLI is easily recognized (as can be imagined) by their dangerous behavior whilst behind the steering wheel of a car. Strangely, away from their car DOLI can sometimes be a nice and considerate person, often completely unrecognizable as a maniacal public menace… with a job, friends, hobbies and a family, if the latter are yet living.

My own observances of DOLI are somewhat numerous, though—thank heavens—none have resulted in damage, injury or death. Our first run-in (figuratively speaking) occurred some years ago while I was happily traversing one of California’s interstate highways that cut through the center of a city’s bustling downtown. All four southbound lanes were drenched in noontime sunshine and relatively free of cars. DOLI was piloting a boxy, 90′s minivan directly in front of me, though at the time I was unaware of this unhappy fact. However, the way the car navigated the long curves of the interstate’s twists and turns drew my eye. Warily I watched the jerky, hesitant movements of the van and gasped a little at the frequent over-corrections that let its wheels wander a bit outside its lane. With a bit of judicious braking I added a bit more to the ‘buffer zone’ between myself and the preceding vehicle, a thing for which I was heartily glad of a few moments later.

Rounding another curve, I spied the distinctive colors and shape of a California Highway Patrol car up ahead, parked cozily on the right-hand shoulder of the highway; whether he was filing out reports or monitoring the various speeds of passing cars I couldn’t tell, but its presence had an immediate effect on DOLI. Upon seeing the CHP cruiser the silly person stood on their brakes, bringing the minivan in front of me to a dead stop on the Interstate. Fortunately, I avoided crushing in the back half of DOLI’s van (narrowly) by swerving quickly into the empty left-hand lane. I had never see anything so foolish in my life and it took some minutes for my breathing to return to normal. A few of my fellow drivers took it upon themselves to try to rehabilitate the motionless DOLI with copious honking, heartfelt shouts and the rather fruitless waving of fingers out windows.

Of the many other times I’ve spied DOLI’s unacceptable driving behavior, my favorite episode happened quite recently, and–unlike many such cases—it ended rather well for the observer and may have actually had a lasting impression on the person in question, at least in theory. While in the process of transporting my children to their grandmother’s house for a weekend visit, I traveled outside of my fair city through a portion of highway locally infamous for its taxing traffic congestion during ‘rush’ hours. Being the later afternoon such traffic was present, inching forward at a humble twenty miles per hour in two of the three available east-bound lanes.

In our section of the state there exists a unique phenomena called The Carpool Lane, which on busy sections of highway and freeway takes up the left-most lane; its rules of use are simple: 2 or more persons must be in the car during specified hours of the day, namely the morning and afternoon rush hours. The price for breaking this particular law is a hefty one: $375 ticket for a first offense, double that for a second. As usual, the carpool lane our packed little minivan traversed was deserted and I rather apologetically drove past the long line of slowly moving commuters, maintaining a speed just under the 65 mph speed limit.

Just over a minute later, I chanced to look in my rear-view mirror and saw a shiny red convertible coming up behind me at a pretty fast clip. I looked for an available space to my right in order to pull over, but none could be seen; I knew from bitter experience that–once entrenched–the average post-work commuter were unlikely to give an inch. All I could do was speed up as far past the speed limit as I dared (68 mph) and look for the first opportunity to pull over. The red convertible caught up to me in a flash; its front bumper must have been less than two feet from the back of my van. I recognized DOLI immediately, though its appearance had morphed into one of a twenty-something blonde, well-tanned by driving with the top down. Still no break appeared in the wall of commuting cars to my right; I had no choice but to continue in the carpool lane.

DOLI seemed to grow more and more irritated as the moments passed. The convertible wove back and forth in my rear view mirror, vaguely resembling a huge, rabid metallic crimson bull snorting and stamping behind our car and poised to begin goring at any moment. It was then that I noticed that DOLI appeared to be the only occupant of the vehicle… and this despite the clearly readable signs, posted every hundred yards or so, warning passing drivers of the dire consequences one would face should one violate the rush hour vehicle occupancy rule.

All of the sudden, my eye caught the familiar (and at that moment, welcome) sight of a CHP cruiser rather hidden away between two large trucks in the commuters lane, a few hundred yards ahead. An epiphany hit my brain immediately after… one which—I regret to admit—caused a rather malevolent smile to cross my face. I coolly reduced our vehicle’s speed to hover right at the speed limit. This seemed to drive DOLI into a visibility frothing madness. The weaving motions increased substantially, accompanied by frenzied honking and audibly-perceptible revving of the convertible’s powerful motor.

That driver looks really upset, Mom,” my 13-year-old daughter announced, warily. My three other children were twisted around in their seats, staring wide-eyed at the angry red beast behind us. I nodded.

True,” I replied, trying to repress my grin. “But, such a reaction is unjustified… she can see I have no place to pull over.” A few moments later a small space–just large enough to accommodate us–opened to the right in front of a momentarily-distracted commuter. I slowed down in order to slip into it, letting out a small breath of relief.

Tires squealing indignantly, DOLI opened up her throttle to its highest plateau, soaring past the lines of beleaguered commuters in their respective lanes and commanding the attention of every driver within a three-block area. So great was her rage at having to abide by the speed limit for a few minutes that DOLI decided to counterbalance her emotions by ignoring her surroundings and flooring the accelerator. By the time she blissfully blew past the CHP officer, the convertible was fairly close to 90 mph. With bated breath I watched as the CHP cruiser slowly pulled out into the carpool lane, turned on its happy, little lights and went after the diminishing form of the red convertible with intent to catch. I could not help a laugh (or several) at DOLI’s expense; that one ticket—both both speeding and the carpool lane occupancy violation—had to have been well over $500. A quick glance around confirmed that many of my fellow drivers also found the short drama highly amusing. As I continued my journey, however, I sincerely hoped that the incident had cured DOLI from Driving While Impatient. News reports and statistics continue to prove such a hope unrealistic.

Such stories are rarely entertaining and–more often than not–drivers, passengers and/or pedestrians are killed or maimed for life by DOLI, in tragically avoidable ways. Barring trying to outrun a tidal wave, or occupied as an ambulance driver, there is literally no excuse for putting one’s fellow road-travelers in jeopardy. On the other hand more laws aren’t really the answer, as every time another over-regulation comes out it lessens the ability of humans to self-regulate, something we’re all capable of doing. Drivers can indeed make themselves slow down, watch their surroundings and put down the coffee/cell-phone/sandwich in order to free up both hands for the wheel and both eyes for the road.

Until then, watch out for DOLI’s next harrowing move in a lane near you. If the opportunity present itself, help facilitate the lesson-learned phenomena (in a legal, non-violent manner) until the happy day when DOLI melts away to a mere mention in the annals of automotive history.

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