My iPhone and Goodreads are not such great friends.
My wife and I recently had our 17th anniversary. We went to a movie, without the kids, which is a rare treat for us. We chose something simple, a movie. Romantic? Well I guess you had to be there. She wanted to see Skyfall, because we are both James Bond fans, but also because she appreciates Daniel Craig’s acting ability. Yes, I agree he is the best Bond since Sir Sean Connery. Yet, I am beginning to feel I should actually read the Daniel Craig Workout advertisement that keeps popping up on my iPhone.
Last year, about this time, we sallied forth together and purchased iPhones. Jen had the idea it might help me with organization. She has since mentioned a developing jealousy of the phone, but I can’t put it down. It is plugged straight into my brain like a bad Dean Koontz novel. (And slow down, angry reader, I am not disrespecting Dean Koontz, he’s a favorite. I merely draw on a mental picture—from Midnight I think, or possibly from Fear Nothing.) The device, it doesn’t have a name because then my wife really would be jealous, is extremely useful for many things. I have more apps than I know what do with. The Goodreads mobile app, however, gives me a headache. I enjoy my visits to Goodreads, but when I get a notification of virtual life wizzing by me as I try to participate via my Goodreads mobile app, I am deeply wounded. It seems I am continually forced into using the mobile version when I can only respond to forums and messages using the web version.
Alas, I doth protest too much.
The list of books I want to read is expanding exponentially, largely due to Goodreads and people I meet on Twitter. Once we are moved into our new house (so soon –crosses fingers) I need to dig out a book I used with some success years ago: Break-through Rapid Reading by Peter Kump. It’s a good book, but I quit doing the drills. I have always been a slow reader, partly because I am prone to daydreaming through the landscape of the story.
In the mean time, I am going to use my computer to access Goodreads (unless I just can’t get to a computer).
Last year, about this time, we sallied forth together and purchased iPhones. Jen had the idea it might help me with organization. She has since mentioned a developing jealousy of the phone, but I can’t put it down. It is plugged straight into my brain like a bad Dean Koontz novel. (And slow down, angry reader, I am not disrespecting Dean Koontz, he’s a favorite. I merely draw on a mental picture—from Midnight I think, or possibly from Fear Nothing.) The device, it doesn’t have a name because then my wife really would be jealous, is extremely useful for many things. I have more apps than I know what do with. The Goodreads mobile app, however, gives me a headache. I enjoy my visits to Goodreads, but when I get a notification of virtual life wizzing by me as I try to participate via my Goodreads mobile app, I am deeply wounded. It seems I am continually forced into using the mobile version when I can only respond to forums and messages using the web version.
Alas, I doth protest too much.
The list of books I want to read is expanding exponentially, largely due to Goodreads and people I meet on Twitter. Once we are moved into our new house (so soon –crosses fingers) I need to dig out a book I used with some success years ago: Break-through Rapid Reading by Peter Kump. It’s a good book, but I quit doing the drills. I have always been a slow reader, partly because I am prone to daydreaming through the landscape of the story.
In the mean time, I am going to use my computer to access Goodreads (unless I just can’t get to a computer).
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