Comic books had pictures, and so did Readers, but in comic-book pictures somebody was flying or punching somebody, while in my Reader little Sally was crying about her little red boat.
They are whacking away at me, in my reader email, for omitting Tommie Agee's two — count 'em, two — catches in the third game of the 1969 World Series.
As a long-time Google Reader user, I always dreaded the experience of returning from an offline vacation only to find several thousand unread items in my reader.
I am finding that reading feeds in my reader (the old way I used to find out what was hot) takes much longer, has a much longer lag time, and significantly more noise (Memeorandum has virtually no noise – everything is relevant).
For me, one question persists, "How do some people rise above their circumstances and some do not... or have not yet?" I find part of the answer in my reader's email, "I am so proud of your embracing life as it is given to you".
In short, my readers were dismayed by the coverage.
I try, and I think I succeed, in making my readers feel pity for my psychopaths, because I do".
I see no point in boring my readers with mediocre wines: There are far too many of them, and life's too short to concentrate on anything but the best the grape has to offer.
In my experience, readers often tire of that which initially captivated them and seek more developed and stimulating literary genres.
And in that way my readers will see for themselves to what extent an old writer's memory is the whore of his imagination.
