Kin and Kindle

Once upon a time, Robin Williams said, “Cocaine is God’s way of telling you that you have too much money.” This week I bought a Kindle. It costs $399 (but I had $150 in gift-credit, so I pretended it only cost $250), can download books wirelessly from Amazon, is perfectly readable in daylight, can take a 2gb SD card to store a couple bazillion books, has some neat internet functions, is a butt-ugly monstrosity of design, and is almost certainly God’s way of telling me that I’m earning too much.

(And it’s proof that I’m a tremendous geek, but it’s not like we needed more of that.)

Click on the image for pictures from the unboxening:

That’s an excerpt from Chelsea Handler’s new book, Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea. She is an awfully funny writer.

Anyway, I’ll play around with this thing for a while and report back. If it manages to become a book-version of the iPod, I’ll be a happy man. This will be predicated on how comfortable I get with reading off an e-ink screen like this, and how insecure I get at not having “the actual book” in my hands.

(Man, it sure is an awful piece of design. Makes you realize how amazing Apple is with this sorta thing.)