When It Comes To Consumer Electronics, I'm

When I Was A Kid, Halloween Was Strictly A Starchy-vegetable-only Holiday, With Pumpkins And Indian Corn On The Front Stoop; There Was Nothing Electric, Nothing Inflatable, Nothing With Latex Membranes Or Strobes.

Winter In The Country Is Very White. There Is Black Grit On All The Shoulders Of The Roads And On The Big Mounds From The Plows, And All The Cars Are Filthy, But The Fields Are Dazzling And Untouched And Pristine.

I Heard A Computer Scientist The Other Day Refer To Playing With The Kinect As 'storytelling.' At First I Thought That Sounded A Little High-minded, But After Trying A Few Games I Could See What She Meant.

Unlimited Choice Is Paralyzing. The Internet Has Made This Form Of Paralysis Due To Option Overload A Standard Feature Of Comfortable Modern Life.

We Do A Lot Of Bird-watching Up In The Country, But We Almost Never Have A Chance To People-watch. There Simply Aren't Enough Human Beings Up Here: There Is Nowhere You Can Park Yourself With A Cup Of Coffee And Observe The Species On Parade.