Now that the hype has subsided, what is Kindle?
It's too expensive (Wall Street Journal). Yet it sold out immediately.
No it didn't, it can't be selling well at all (Motley Fool) and the price will plummet.
It's really ugly but it has a lot of potential (ZDNet).
Hardly anyone has one yet but the consumer ratings on Amazon's own site say it sucks.
These breaking-news photos have just arrived from the street. The annual Macy's day-after-Thanksgiving holiday parade in Seattle passed Crosscut world headquarters downtown today. The weather was beautiful and a wonderful time was had by all. Also, a whole lot of commerce was transacted.
There was a time when September, October, and early November were not just election seasons but collection seasons. On copy desks at newspapers across the country, editors began squirreling away wire stories from every cranny of the globe. They had to be what's known as "evergreen" – meaning they wouldn't be outrun by near-future events. They had to be timeless features, and the longer, the better.
John Silber, the bad-boy former president of Boston University, has a new screed out, a book entitled Architecture of the Absurd. It's an attack on the excesses of ego-crazy architects, who put up buildings that don't work, cost too much, defy engineering prudence, and set new records in the Exhibitionist Derby.
One proud son of Seattle (Bremerton, actually), Stephen Holl, comes in for attack on his Simmons Hall dormitories at MIT, meant to resemble a sea sponge and looking a lot like a very large, very tattered kitchen sink sponge. Holl's two local buildings are the greatly admired Chapel of St. Ignatius at Seattle U. and the awkward Bellevue Arts Museumwhich didn't work in its curious first incarnation and is now back for a second life.
Our Thanksgiving tradition: The people who have toiled through the most meal-prep over the years (my sister and mother-in-law) fly from points East and West to rendezvous at…gasp...a restaurant for the festive meal…on us.
When my husband and I first cautiously proposed this three years ago, it was met with unexpected enthusiasm. Who knew our family's designated cooks weren't dying to spend two days in the kitchen preparing a meal that was demolished in an hour? (Followed by washing all the good china by hand, and scrubbing red-wine stains out of the linen tablecloth.)