Blueberry Pie is the Meaning of Life

Tonight I decided that finals and rehearsals and endless craziness could wait for a nice long time while I had some pie. Not just any pie, either, but the double cream blueberry pie that always stares at me from the Marie Callendar's menu. Yesterday we went out to lunch at I got myself a slice, which was deliciously satisfying. Especially because I was watching this show on the History Channel about a pawn shop in Vegas that gets all kinds of crazy stuff, like 15th century treasure chests and autographed quilts. Seriously, it's my new favorite show.

In class today I'd had enough of all the busywork and wrote a little essay about why the Kindle digital reading thing (which my mother insists on calling Kendall, making me think of a paper eating robot girl) is going to ruin literary society as we know it, and it strikes me that if my predictions actually come true, some pawn shop in the way distant future will be making money off of "primitive reading devices" or whatever they call books. Here is a small excerpt of my little rant:

"I want to read a real book with real substance to it, like The Elegance of the Hedgehog. In print, mind you, not this electronic Kendallbot nonsense. That's not a book. It's a bunch of flat black letters on a glaring white screen with little buttons that click at you when you try to turn the page. A real, paper-and-ink-in-your-hands book talks. It whispers when you turn the page, or better yet snaps at you like thunder if you yank it because you can't wait to read what comes next. Kendallbots can't talk like that. They just click emotionlessly."

So yes, my little rant is kind of funny now that I read it again. And it's been brought to my attention that the lit up screen is good for airplanes with bad lighting and old people with bad eyes, in which case the Kindle is a rather good thing. In my case, though, it could mean the end of paper, and then where would we be??? Haha. We'd still have words, which is all that matters. And blueberry pie to eat while we read them.