Where have you been all my life?

I'm sure Amazon thinks I'm breaking up with them, since they haven't heard anything from me since Christmas. In terms of self control, I think that this may represent a personal best.

But I was there on Saturday, ordering a copy of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, and as long as I was in the neighborhood, I decided to throw caution to the wind and blow a couple of those dollars I'd been saving on Stephen King's Kindle novella, Ur.

The price was far less than I would've spent on a mocha latte, if I weren't also breaking up with Starbucks. And even though I don't own a Kindle, the title downloaded instantly to the Kindle application I have on my iTouch. I didn't have to synch the iPod, or make a wish and blow out the candle, or chant, "Mecca-lecca hi, mecca hiney ho."

One minute it wasn't there, and the next it was.

When I opened up the app and saw the title, a little shiver went straight down my spine. Who thought of this? The person who came up with this idea is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. This person knows what I need to be truly happy and fulfilled.

Friends who own a Kindle tell me that reading on the iTouch can't possibly compare with the Kindle reading experience; because the Kindle screen is larger and isn't backlit, it feels more like reading off the page and less like reading a computer screen. That's okay.

I couldn't stand for it to be any better than this.

Today's post was written while listening to 1974's Virtuoso by Joe Pass.