Readers are picking up new habits, fast. And those among us who are digital immigrants (who came of age pre-Internet, as opposed to digital natives, who grew up with this) are surprising even ourselves.
I was lying in bed one night next to my husband, both of us reading, when I first noticed it. “Stut,” “stut,” “stut.” Maybe I’d been hearing it for a while but it hadn’t really registered. What new sound had he learned to make with what body part? I wondered. After nearly 20 years lying…
He sits on a shelf, as abandoned as any neglected child. Unwanted. Unsupervised. Unattended to. My husband gave me this Kindle more than a year ago at Christmas, no doubt thinking it was a must-have for bookish people like myself. I beg to differ. As someone who is in the publishing industry and who devours…
I was the last person in Los Angeles to get a microwave. I only use my cell phone for outgoing calls. I forget how to access the Netflix and Hulu features on my Roku system. I don’t know how to use my husband’s food processor or my son’s GPS. I waited until 2010 to buy…