I got my first christmas present today... a hardcover first edition of William Gibson's Mona Lisa Overdrive. I was at Jamie Fraser Books on Queen Street, in Toronto, and it was on the shelf. I'd taken Yuka, my mom and step-father Lars (aka Large) to Jamie's to see his collection of mystery pulps, and to check on my stack of books I have put aside to purchase later, and was going ot add MLO to the pile, when Lars decided to buy it for me as a christmas present. The dust cover is a bit rough around the edges with a slight tear, but it has a mylar jacket, and is otherwise in really good condition. And I don't even have a reading copy of it.... for shame. Thanks Larz
O.K., O.K., I'm Going Cellular ... no, not me. But this joker makes the compelling argument for cell phones in the post september 11th age. And I still don't want one. Perhaps I've survived another non-cellphone life test.
[And yes, I don't need to be told who does need one: people in unsafe environments, people who move a lot, have children, are children, want one.]