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Speaking of gadgets (yesterday was the iPad2), I have been a victim of the Amazon Kindle of late.

Aging/sore eyes are difficult.  I had not realized until receiving a Kindle for Christmas how my ocular limitations had inhibited my enjoyment of reading of printed matter.    That and a relatively recent addiction to electronic screens had really limited my span.

I spend my work day in front of a computer;  and yet I still couldn’t turn away from the screen–not before work, not after work, not in the middle of the night.  I seemed to be like the polar bear at the Central Park zoo–you know the one who swims back and forth and back and forth and back and forth–determinedly submerging myself in a groove that ran through a small reflective surface.

With Kindle in hand, however, and my need for connection with the digital world somehow satisfied, I find myself reading constantly – not scanning bits of newspapers, blogs, videos, my own manuscripts–but reading.  In an extended fashion.  Books.

The only problem is that there’s so much ease in downloading a book (you can do it from thin air), that I hardly feel like trying to write one anymore.

But reading is good for writing, right?

Sure, but writing is necessary for writing.

Agh.