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Paper book or iBook?

I know I’m jumping the gun here a little bit, but with all the rumours surrounding the potential release of the “iSlate” by Apple (name not confirmed), there is an awful lot of talk about doing away with books.  There is of course a whole digital divide when it comes to how technology can enhance your life and make it better.  Then there’s the “Apple” generation who simply adore their products (yes, that’s probably me in that category).  So what’s the big deal?  I’m a book person, and perhaps a stick in the mud when it comes to reading material, so I want to look at these things objectively.

With the advent of iTunes and the iPod, Apple did what many hadn’t, and in essence, they started the MP3 revolution.  Music at your finger tips so to speak.  No longer did you have to have shelves full of LPs that were prone to warping and getting dusty.  Neither did you have to worry about the CD, which never ended up back in the right cases.  No, instead, you’ve got your MP3 player, your computer and the ability to browse for music when you hear it, rather than waiting to find a shop that stocks it.  Many said at the time, that the MP3 revolution, and the internet would kill copyright and people would stop buying music, well the jury is still out on that one, and Zavvi did die (although possibly unrelated), so no conclusions drawn from that one yet.

I said many years ago that PDAs were a fantastic idea (somewhere around 2001 to my friend and colleague of the time BNUG).  Instead of carrying around a diary, a note book etc, you have everything in one device.  Only, you didn’t.  You still had to carry your mobile phone and you didn’t have access to your emails, it was far from perfect.  If you were (and at the time I was) a commuter on public transport, you ended up carrying around a PDA, a mobile phone, something to play music on, a book and various other bits of miscellany.  So, with the advent of the iPhone, all your prayers are answered right?  Well, not quite.  It’s a fantastic device, don’t get wrong, I love mine.  It ticks so many of the boxes that you were missing before, it has your diary, your email, your phone and an endless supply of gadgets to make your life easier.  You are however, still left without the all important book to go with it.

So 2010 is apparently the year of the tablet (although I’m sure I have a feeling of deja vu) .  Microsoft has already launched their version in partnership with a hardware vendor (who’s name I can’t remember).  Amazon have launched the new and improved Kindle (in the UK now as well), and Sony have already had their reader available for sometime.  So as an avid reader, why don’t I have one?  It’s very simple, it’s another expensive gadget that only does one thing.  In my mind, a complete waste of money.  At least with my iPhone, it gets used, a lot.  I’ll browse the internet on it from home, I’ll read blogs, I’ll twitter from it and I generally use it more than my somewhat decrepit PowerBook (to be replaced this year).

Another item to add into the mix of this failure to buy an ebook reader.  I love the feel of turning a page, of the paper between my fingers, of seeing something achieved as I motor from one end to the other.  There’s something so comforting about curling up with a really good book.  Of course it has its downsides, like book snobs sneering at you reading Harry Potter or Twilight books on the train, instead of the latest booker winning master piece.  You can also get cramp from holding something as big as The Deathly Hallows or Breaking Dawn.  It’s still a book though, I have a couple of hundred of them, I can look at the stacks of them that are dotted around the house and see an actual sense of accomplishment.  I wouldn’t get that with something digital.

Of course I can really see the upside to having a device like an e-reader.  Going on holiday would be a dream, instead of worry about how many books I could carry with me, I could load up the device and off I go.  Brilliant!  Only I like to re-read old books, so I’d have to either take old copies with me or re-buy all my books, there isn’t a way to “rip” books to put them onto the device like  you could do with music.  Then there’s the cost of these books, having had a look all of the authors I like sell their e-books at either the full hardback price, or more in some cases.  How does this work?  Surely there should be a saving involved here, you take out the printing and publishing costs and there’s more money to be made from selling them at a lower price?  Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for authors making money, really I am, I want to be an author, a successful one, but c’mon guys, cut us some slack, if you want us to take it up, give us an incentive to do so.

Which brings me back to the rumoured new Apple product.  Will it do for books what iTunes and the iPod did for music?  Will you be able to pick up the books cheaply and easily?  Will they kill Amazon and Waterstones?  Who knows.  However, the rumours are gaining pace that the “iSlate” will have the ability to browse the internet, play video content & music, and have applications.  Now if this is the case it’s a fantastic opportunity.  Given how well thought out the iPhone, iPod and larger Apple devices are, it’s going to be an killer toy that’s for sure.  I’m just not convinced that marketing it at a rumoured $1000 is going to win many hearts and minds.  I could by a MacBook for less than that.  Sure I think it’d make me a convert to eBooks, but I’m not sure the price tag will.

I’ll add as a final note, as I’m sure someone *might* pick up on the fact that there is a Kindle app for the iPhone.  I know, I’ve got it.  The problem with it is that my iPhone screen is a LOT smaller than a standard sized book.  I read very fast.  Give me a bigger screen and something I can hold, and I’m sold on it, only I’m not buying a Kindle to do it.  If you want to read more about ebooks then the lovely Tom Reynolds of Random Acts of Reality fame has started a new blog with several contributors called Paper Not Included, I encourage you to go have a read.

You've got the whole world in your hands

OK, so the title of the post today, is a little bit of a rip off, of a hymn (and we all know my thoughts on organised religion).  It is, however, a good way to think about your life.  I have felt for a long time, that my life is stagnating.  I know where I want to be, but, ten years on from saying what I wanted, I’m no further forward.  In the intervening ten years, the only significant thing to have happened, is the death of my mother.

Where do I want to be? I want to be something that right now I’m not.  I want to write, and be taken seriously, I want freedom of expression, and not to be bound by the typical constraints that tie all of us down.  Now I know, that “little girls who say ‘I want’ do not get”, we sod it, I know what I want, and the only way I’m going to get it, is to reach out and grasp it, firmly, with both hands.  So this is what I’m going to do.

I am giving notice, (to myself mainly, as I appear to be the only one that is remotely interested), that I am going to make a success out of writing, to turn it into a career that makes me proud of my achievements.  I am not going to do it in ten years time.  I’m going to start now, this year.  I really am going to turn things around.

Toys galore

I love the sales. I love Internet shopping even more. So it’s great when you hit the sales, and everything turns up on a single day! So, today, the following turned up:

1. A furminator for the dog (fan-bloody-tastic!
2. A Dyson DC23 animal (no more moonwalking across the carpet to remove the fuzz).
3. a new pair of MBT’s
4. An individual monthly moleskine diary so I can try and write something everyday.
5. Two new pairs of trousers.

Now I just need the super dooper new le cruset frying pan to turn up.

It’s like Christmas all over again! I’m off to read something now. Enjoy!!!

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Mobile at last?

After I don’t know how many years I finally have full mobile access to my blog. I’m hoping this means I’ll blog more, who knows eh? Anyway happy new year to you all.

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Another decade

Well another year is coming to a close, and with it, another decade.  It seemed like it was only in my last breath that it was the end of a millennium (I don’t know why, but I confuse millennium with million years… which clearly it’s not so I never did get where the title came from).  So many things just haven’t happened in the last decade, it seems live I’ve just sat by and watched my life drift past me in a series of non-events, whilst everyone around me has a life.  It’s quite pathetic the truth be told.  The only significant event I can mark out in my life of the last ten years is that my mother died.  I’m not married, I don’t have children (not that I want them), I don’t own my own home and I can hardly claim that my career has been interstellar.

I’m not sitting here trying to be maudlin about life.  I’m trying to sit here and say I want to make a stand. I want to stake something out in my life, to make something of it, to make the next ten years count.  When the next decade rolls over, I’ll be forty bloody two!! I honestly have to have achieved something in that time scale or it won’t have been worth anything.  So… here are a few goals, with nothing specific in terms of time scales associated with them.  These are the things that I want to achieve in the next ten years:

  1. Write a novel
  2. Get novel published
  3. Make a career out of being a successful author
  4. Finish my degree (and actually pass the thing)
  5. Spend New Year’s Eve in another country (preferably another continent)
  6. Be happy

Not a massive list I know, but some of them will take time to achieve.  I just hope I’ve done them by the end of the next decade.

Terrible acting

So I finally got around to watching Twilight and then went to see New Moon.  Talk about teen angst overload.  I liked the story, or the idea behind the story.  It was a great kinda vampire idea that sat behind it.  Although it was a little bit Twin Peaks with a Buffy overtone.  It all seemed a little too serious for an teenage film.  A girl falling head over heels in love with a hundred year old vampire who doesn’t look a day over 21 (pft 17 my arse).

The films were filled chockablock full of bad acting.  It was like an ITV period drama, lots of (really bad) music over tones with wafting scenes that didn’t have any good dialogue in them.  It all seems a little preposterous.  It’s a shame really but these things happen I guess.  Not much that can be done to argue with the situation.

I’m currently watching The Golden Compass.  Another film that you really hope will be so much more than it actually delivers.  Absolutely amazing cinematography and the Steam Punk overtones are truly brilliant.  The thing that lets it down is the sodding main lead… Dakota Blue Richards cannot act for toffee and is probably the reason why we won’t get to see the Amber Spy Glass or the Subtle knife on the big screen.  It’s utterly saddening because all the adult actors and actresses play the parts superbly.  Nicole Kidman is very good as the evil Mrs Coulter.

I guess it ties in quite nicely, as the three films were directed by the same person.  There’s a huge difference between the films, one very polished and as pained as I am to admit it, well written, the other, nice scenery and a lot of teen angst.  I can see the difference in the writing styles of the authors as well.  Neil Pullman is a literary genius with a completely gifted writing style.  When I’m a successful author (yeah I know, but positive mental attitude and all that), I would love to be as good as Neil Pullman.  Stephanie Meyer on the other hand, is not the queen of dialogue and really could learn a thing or to from her English counterparts (read J K Rowling and Neil Pullman), both of them had more than enough original content to sustain them over seven and three books respectively.  I think I can summarise the New Moon Saga quite easily… girl falls in love with a vampire, she can’t be with him ’cause she’s not one, there’s also a pack of Werewolves, one of which is in love with her, never the twain shall meet… and then you swing between the two sides.

When did that happen?

Well bugger me, what happened to the year?  I really must be having a blink and miss it moment.  Well either that or my life is completely and utterly dull, therefore there is nothing to blog about.  I’d like to say I’ve been too busy to blog but life seems to be made up of 13 hour days, veggetation on the sofa, crap on TV, weekends spent studying and the odd bit of sleep thrown in for good measure.

I think of whistful things to talk about but never happen to be near the relevant writing facilities.  It’s either that or I bore you senseless with tales of how the dog is cute but stupid, and the cats are stupid and annoying…

Giving something back

So the thing that I’m volunteering for (with the OU and BBC) has just kicked off.  It’s a campaign called “My Story”.  The website will give you a better idea of what it’s all about, so I’ll let them tell you rather than me.  Please all go to www.bbc.co.uk/mystory (the link will open in a new window) and have a look (and enter!!).

Learning

So I’ve almost finished my first OU course.  What a saga it’s been, mainly because I’ve been learning subjects that I’ve no real interest in.  It makes it a lot harder to write an essay about something when you couldn’t care less about the subject matter.

Anyway, after going to an event at the OU in Cardiff on Thursday, I decided to change my major, from English Literature and Language, to just Literature.  Which is good news, as it means the two courses I’ve signed up for next still count, but I can do level one and level two creative writing.  If I want to be a writer, it helps to study the subject matter.

Anyway, it looks as thought I’ll pass this course averaging a C, which given that I’ve not studied for about fourteen years, is not all that bad.  Hopefully I’ll be able to keep the level of achievement up throughout and I’ll be aiming for a 2.1, which I think is pretty good.

Balloon Fiasco

So after years of never having been, I finally went to the Bristol Balloon Fiesta on Saturday. We had friends down for the weekend and too the chance to go and see the festivities. We particularly wanted to see the night glow.

We stopped for a bite to eat in Bristol before making our way over to Ashton Court. It took us an hour to do about three miles. We’d paid for a parking ticket in advance so we could get in easier, only it wasn’t that easy. The sign-posts to the gate were terrible, and we managed to miss the entrance twice as a result. When we finally got in, we had our first run in with the less than useless marshalls. They didn’t do anything, resulting in us having to stop and ask where we were supposed to go.

When we did finally get in, we had about an hour and a half to wait until the night glow. So we wandered around for a bit. I managed to bump into a school friend I hadn’t seen in about 15 years, which was quite strange. It’s funny who you see at these places.

Anyway, the night glow was pretty spectacular, even if we didn’t get to see that much of it due to being so far away from the fence, and there not being a very good vantage point to see everything. It was late starting, but hey, it was worth it in the end. The twenty minutes of fireworks, were more like ten minutes, and they weren’t that spectacular. Still it was an OK evening.

The problem came when we went to leave. I won’t bore you with all the details, but we had a marshall next to us that stood talking to friends for a good forty minutes while everyone struggled and failed to get out of the car park. We got abuse from another marshall when we were sent up the other end of the car park to get out as that wasn’t an exit. We spent 90 minutes trying to get out of the car park. There were no marshalls to speak of, there was no information and there were a lot of annoyed and angry festival goers. It was an utter shambles. Won’t be going again, in less they can sort their act out.

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