Shadow frames the light

A fresh author's journey to actualization.

Thursday, January 20, 2022

A Wintry Reflection

 

Marzipan Dung Beetles

Dave Cline

January 2022

Winter has settled in. Rain falls like molten silver splashing into puddles dry for months. The season’s gloom has crept through window-gaps and drafty doorways—a grey pall coating the backs of chairs and the pull-knobs on cabinets. My hand on the plasticized tablecloth comes away damp. Even my buttered muffin, its fat congealed, tastes colorless.

There’s a scratching at the backdoor. Not some feeble itching at the wood, no, this is Trash demanding entry. Trash, a bobcat found as a kitten at the edge of the town’s dump, expects his offering. I let him in. “Here,” I say, tossing half the muffin to him. Trash doesn’t catch it as a dog might. He snares it with a claw, slapping it to the floor, butter-side down. 

“You’ll clean that up.”

He knows. He’ll lick the linoleum streak-free and then demand more. I pour him a bowlful of economically priced cat chow, but not until I see him wipe his rasp-like tongue across the grease spot. I try to pet him behind the ears, one pat is all I get. “Yeah, you go ahead, take what you want, leave me begging.” His needle-sharp talons miss me by an inch.

I throw a towel down to soak up the rain trail. Coffee chilled, I sip it anyway, its bitter flavor deeper now. Trash has satiated his appetite. He sits on the towel and chuffs at me. He stares right into my eyes. Through me. I’m no comfort to him, I think, I’m this machine leveraged for vittles. 

“Why don’t you eat cottontails?” My winter garden, broccoli and kale, leaf-buried carrots lay ravaged by a gang of conies. Trash chuffs again, paces around my chair and returns to the towel. I attempt to call him, pretending to hold a morsel in my fingers. He sniffs once and I reach to pet his thick, grizzled fur. I don’t even see the slash of his paw. “You fucking ingrate.” Crimson lines trace the back of my hand. I try to kick him as he slinks through the open door but only manage to wiff sending my slipper flying into the mud.

I push the door wide and let the squall blow sharp drops into my face. “Ah, what the hell.” I kick my other slipper out to join its mate. The wind flails at my housecoat. Not many men wear such a thing, but this is winter, and its royal-blue color presses back the monotone blah. 

 Trash is sitting at the edge of the yard, his outline distinct, but his coat a perfect blend with this dismal morning. “Go catch us a rabbit.” He turns my way, a prince deigning to notice the help. I imagine his look is one of disdain, but I know such sentiments are not his style, nor his domain.

I step out on the stoop, my arms spread wide. “Blow you wicked tempest. Shred my mind. Strip me of these foul thoughts of pointless struggle.” Oh, to be like Trash, absent of doubt and indecision. The bobcat slips away as I lift my face to the dark gods, their indifference a given. Rain drips into my eyes. 

What purpose the rain? To water the land, to grow the crops, the sweet cherries, the entangled ivy? What purpose, then, of the fields of wheat and rice, if their bounty goes to fill the bellies of people like me, destined to die? And, what of civilization that will surely fall, of planets that coalesce and thrive, then burn in their star’s embrace? Of the stars and galaxies themselves that spiral and fling ever outward until their light stretches into ever-darkness? What, finally, of the Universe, its death throes beyond time itself, but inevitable?

Standing there I forget myself, my bare feet wrinkled and icy-cold. I turn back inside and discover a slick of water trailing across the floor to the sag in the kitchen’s corner. The storm’s grim shroud begins to fade. Before I close the door, Trash appears, a brown bundle dangling from his mouth, rabbit feet twitching erratically. 

“Found your purpose, I see.”

I shuffle the towel across the floor. It’s a pink and yellow beach towel, a remnant of times past, times when I too had purpose—before it all came undone, unrecognizable from the life I stumble through today. “If a cat can find his purpose, what of his servant?” I dab my wound and wring the towel.  I examine the rain-streaked window above the sink, the mercurial rivers meandering down the glass. “The purpose of water is to move, to flow.” I wonder at this until I shudder from a chill.

As I turn away, the slick floor sends my feet shooting out from under me. I land hard and roll onto my back. I’m sure my hip is bruised. I calm my breathing and look up.

Who looks at ceilings? This kitchen ceiling is stained and spattered with bursted soups and sauces. There are splotches of deep-red and dark-green, exploded lasagna and uncapped blenders spewing pesto, rare evidence that a family, my family, once lived here. It’s the messes we leave behind that we remember. Was it a delicious meal, a touching conversation? Who remembers? The grass-green mess and the garlic odor that lingered for months certainly comes to mind.

Toward evening, after the storm has passed, I don mud-gear and locate my slippers. Trash arrives, regally stepping between puddles. “How was your meal? Didn’t bother to share, did you?”

He chuffs at me, strolls up to the backdoor and begins a bath. 

I spy rabbits nosing out from the brush, eager to plunder what’s left of the garden. The rain has washed clean buried sprouts and tubers. “Cheeky little prigs.” I give them a frantic wave which does nothing to scare them. “Hey, Trash.” He surprises me when he pauses with a glance. “You’ve got company.”

As the sun sets, the crack between sky and earth opens and a searchlight sun pins my shadow to the side of the house. I squint then close my eyes and let the blazing orange light sear my lids. 

The morning’s murk has drained away. Looking around I see rhododendrons pushing early buds like red lipstick up into the last of the sun’s rays. Rhodies feel no shame.

Winter has its moments. 





Labels: , ,

Tuesday, October 03, 2017

Would you read about apocalypse?

From: https://goo.gl/QK6BML

City Afloat – Part One – a teaser

City Afloat

Part One

~ Flood ~

barrelRaft
“Baba, tell us again.”
The wee ones scurried about the woven planks like hermit crabs. Every night it is the same; Baba, tell us the story of how we came to be. Only the little ones beg so. The older ones, those more than seven or eight, slip like eels from the hut when I begin the story. They know better. They know the why of it. And that knowledge has settled in their hearts like stones. Stones to drown them.
“Once there was earth, rich and brown, almost black, like night, like a shadow beneath the high, bright sun. And this earth was like the sea; it stretched further than you could see. And on this earth, and in it too, grew the food. Life. Well, life of a different sort, life made from green not silver.”
The wee ones knew that life was silver and fast. And catching life was their job. Beneath the floating city, it was their job to catch the flashing silver fish that fed us. Sustained us. The silver flashing fish were life. But before, on the land, life was green.
Murki burst into the hut of sleep, interrupting my story.
“What is it Murki? Have the Blue Hills come in the night to bump our town?”
“Yeshi was diving for ghosts. She went in and, and she didn’t come up to the hole.”
I frowned openly. “Patta declared night diving off limits while Maloon is bright. You know that.” I got up pushing Niffi off my lap. “You wee ones ride easy.” I poked my head out of the hut, “Sinta, can you watch the wee ones for me?” Not waiting for a response I followed Murki. “Perhaps she’s teasing you boys? Hiding under the picca floats — making you ache for breath yourselves while she laughs at your struggles, your frantic pattering?”
“She doesn’t know about the picca floats.”
Damn.
I reached the open rectangle of water where the children were allowed to dive. “Yeshi! Come out child. Murki is terrified that you have drown and are now a ghost who will haunt him until he too, swallows the big water.”
Murki, a boy of perhaps nine, punched my arm. “Baba, not funny!”
“Yeshi! There is sweet ahi for you if you come now. Else there will be cuda lashes for your brown butt!” I’d had enough. The Patta set the rules for a reason. Shaark hunted at night and young wander-ones provided no more than a snack for the great saagar baagh, tigers of the sea.
A high tinkling laugh lifted up from the algae storage bins.
“There you are! See Murki, your worrying earned your adversary a strip of sweet tuna. And what did you get? A wounded ego.” I padded over to the bins and grabbed the lithe Yeshi from between the bamboo walls. “Murki will not be happy with you you slippery darter. You had better share your treat.”
Returned to the sleep hut the wee ones were incessant.
“Alright, alright. Where were we? And you, Murki, Fli and Yeshi, you will listen to the tale again, as punishment for disobeying Patta’s rule.”
They complained but, as expected, settled in amongst the wee ones and became enchanted by my story of the Flood.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

An editor initiated ass-kicking

+Duncan McGeary

Duncan,
I've just had my first ass-kicking by an editor -- and it was glorious!

I can't believe how much I learned. And continue to learn from her edits and comments.

For instance, I had this document that I compiled over time -- just to feed my need of creative "said" and "asked" replacements:
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/29771494/Writing/Said.html

When, little did I know, one should rarely replace said and asked. If you find yourself doing so -- then perhaps you just haven't "shown" how the character is reacting or behaving.

Additionally, passive voice -- boy, what a bugaboo. So often I had reduced the impact of my actions with passive voice. Ugh! what a mind warp it was to change how I envisioned action.

Other things were more mundane, like mixing character dialog and action in the same paragraph. Or redundant action ("she screamed loudly"), or more than one "ing" in a sentence (how can anyone be sawing and splitting at the same time?)

Anyway, I'm a changed writer now. I've got an editor who is willing to correct me and patient enough to watch me struggle. I have become the padwan learner.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Blue Across the Sea - a novel

Hey, I wrote a novel.

Blue Across the Sea

You can read the first chapter over at: www.davecline.com

I'm looking for representation now. If I don't find any, in the next month, I'll be self-publishing. Here's my current query:

A raging storm threatens as Tillion sets out alone to fish the sea for their means of trade. Regretfully, his sister must remain with their father, a broken, untrustworthy man. ‘Fill the barrels and return’, Tillion tells himself. But the sea’s waves and the whims of the storm have other plans, insistent plans; wreck his boat and toss him out to drift, as he may, North into the hands of the Blues and their righteous sense of justice.

Seka and Warruf discover him, stranded on the beach, a meal for a pack of wild dogs. With well aimed arrows drawn by blue arms, the blue of solidarity, they scatter the pack, saving the lad. “Your ship is wrecked, you’ll die alone. Come with us,” they implore.

Tillion’s life revives anew among the Blues of Murtaugh. The Blues prosper in the remnants of a future world devoid of electricity, technology and medicine. Tillion’s thoughts carry him back across the sea to his sister. A return trip south lingers like the smell of distant pines. To rescue her he’ll need a ship; perhaps the Blues of the North can assist. But first he must earn his keep and gain their trust, a thing they give sparingly.

BLUE ACROSS THE SEA is complete at 90,000 words. It speaks across ages but young adults craving speculative fiction may enjoy it most.


I thank you for your time and thoughtful analysis of my work.

Friday, May 04, 2012

Survey supported software

Want to develop a cool mobile app but you're afraid of charging for it? Don't think anyone will pay for it? (there being tens of thousands of free apps already) And you don't want to pollute your app with ads?

Survey supported revenue generation is the answer.


- We hope you're enjoying playing "Klingon Kingdom" to help support development costs we'd like you to take the following survey. -


Like "Captcha" is a service you can use to validate human interaction, and Dblclick, and Google Ads are all externally provided ad platforms, "Surv'Sup" provides targeted surveys and answer management for use in your applications. You include a Surv'Sup service link in your app and when you, the developer, feel the time is right to request a survey response from your users you prompt

Surv'Sup to provide a topically appropriate survey for injection right inside your app (or web page).

You earn revenue from the number and quality of surveys your users provide. Surv'Sup will take your users's survey responses, slice, dice, and package them for sale to interested demographic clients.

You can control the number of questions, the general venue and the frequency of survey prompts. Surv'Sup does all the rest.

The longer a user uses your application, the longer your surveys can become. At first you might just have Surv'Sup prompt quick and easy questions. But after extended use, you could enable Surv'Sup to probe deeper into your user's demographic and lifestyle information. The better the information - the more money you will make on each survey.

---

Fadebook receives no income from their 500m mobile users. Survey supported software could easily provide that income. Fadebook already deeply invades our lives, why not let it invade just a little bit more. Fadebook should be using surveys to tease lifestyle information from their users. And then sell the rollup and analysis of this information to retailers.

Not only that, WE THE USERS, should be given a cut. The more information we provide, the better picture we paint of our needs and wants, the more direct kick back we should receive for this information.

I've posted on this topic before. If Fadebook figures out how to pay their users for their content - forget it - all other social software will fail. G+ MUST figure out some way to compensate US for this content.

G+, hey!, I'll answer a few survey questions, if you pay me in Google Dollars...

Monday, December 12, 2011

The Implications of Free Energy

What if energy were free, or at least so cheap as to be nearly free? What would life be like? What would change? Which industries would die and which would thrive? Which countries would roil in turmoil and which would blossom? Who would benefit and who would languish and suffer?
Free energy would thoroughly disrupt all human activity, all economies, all daily routines, and all projections of the future. In short, it would disrupt everything! Free energy would be a productivity bomb dropped into the middle of an inefficient and power strangled world economy. One would think that a new Utopian society would spring forth and the ills of the world be cured overnight. Although it might seem that way on first ponder, free energy would fail to release humanity from those ancient struggles of the possession of natural resources (and the land on which they exist), and the control of the world’s monies and ideas.

But, what a world it would be! The changes, innovation and shear possibilities seem overwhelming. Focusing though, on the web like intricacies of energy dependence, their myriad correlations and connections are truly mind boggling. From a bushel of corn and a glass of clean water to an Apache helicopter and a desert skyscraper, the assumptions as to why something exists and to what else in the world they are connected would all be questioned.

We can examine this concept in many ways:

• What would the progression of change be, starting with the world announcement of viable and provable free energy and ending in 20+ years when the shift from fossil fuel, fission nuclear and alternative energies to the free energy source has been completed?
• We can explore the winners and losers; those countries, industries and peoples who would be most affected by free energy.
• We can imagine the conversion complete and focus on human activities, the occupations, new and disposed, and the new pastimes and recreations people might adopt.
• And, we can study the earthly impact free energy might have. How would the demise of the fossil fuel economy affect mining and agriculture?

For now, we’ll walk through a calendar sequence and ponder the impact of each theoretical development.
Prior to day 1
The dream of free energy has enlivened many a proletariat’s tavern discussion. Conspiracy theories abound in such discourse. The corporate oil cartel, teamed with the industrial/military complex (all wrapped in political domination), and financial banking manipulation must surely be suppressing scientific marvels designed to produce free energy. True or not, one novel energy generation technique (the basis for this exploration) has risen to the forefront, and, now, with recent reproducible results, has proven that free, or nearly free energy can be had for the taking.

It is here that we begin our projected extrapolation of what may be.


Day 1
The Director of the US Department of Energy (in concert with a majority of United Nations participants--those country’s leaders, and the admission of the President of the United States) has determined that this new energy production technology can no longer be ignored or kept quiet, and, therefore, a formal announcement must be made declaring the United States’ intentions and support for a newly discovered and proven “free energy” technology.

“In the near future, energy will be free. Free to all with no strings, no dependencies, and no power agent controlling it. Energy will be made available wherever it is needed. Whenever it is needed and by whomever needs it. A new day has dawned in the age of humanity. A day of possibilities. A day of unity for all mankind. We are here to announce this new energy, support it and promote it now and in the years to come.”

This announcement, made after the stock market close on Friday, results in shrugs and quizzical looks by most of the world’s population.

“What, more hype by the United States and the UN about…what was it exactly?”
“What did he mean by ‘free energy’?”
“Well, if it’s real, I’m sure we’ll just have a new jailer in our existing energy prison.”
“Does that mean we won’t need oil anymore?”

Those on the edge of the ‘know’ are incredulous and instantly discount the entire premise behind the announcement. “What ploy are the US and the UN taking now, and for what reasons?”

Those in the know, that is, all those within this new energy’s community, as well as the DOE, DOD and other government agencies dedicated to handling the upcoming disruption, heave a sigh of foreboding. And, so, it starts.

Day 2
The scientists behind the breakthrough are inundated with questions and inquiries. New conspiracy theories evolve to rationalize this unfathomable announcement. The media, suddenly directionless, is at a loss as to whom to turn to in order to substantiate this declaration. Government prepared information packages begin to arrive at the major news headquarters and lesser news outlets. The Web has instantly disseminated every available scrap of news and history about this technology to all corners of the world.

Pundits and pontificators lead the media as they attempt to digest the facts as they are currently known. They try to explain the reasoning behind the announcement, and, later, the implications of what such a technology might have on the world around them. Night descends and still, most have no idea what is in store for them. Some stay up deep into the night, debating with cohorts and companions about what this all really means.

Day 3
The smart crowd has begun to make sense of this discovery and what impact it may have. They make lists as to what might happen:
• The world’s demand for crude oil, coal and natural gas will cease.
• Carbon emissions will stop and global warming will no longer be an issue.
• Air pollution will end.
• Alternative energy production--wind, solar, geothermal--will be abandoned.
• Nuclear fission plants will quit. The mining of uranium will be discontinued.
• Shipping, and transport will be reduced to pure service industries.
• Travel and tourism will explode.
• Manufacturing will become vastly cheaper.
• Taxes and tariffs on fuels will vanish.
• Clean water will become nearly free and globally accessible.
• Lifespans and standards of living will increase.
• Arable land will expand and empty deserts converted to farmland.
• Food will become cheap and broadly available.

But these points only represent the broad and future eventuality. What will happen tomorrow?
Sunday afternoon, the world’s currency markets open, including the markets of Australia, Japan, Shanghai, and Singapore.

At the open, countries whose economies are, to a large degree, dependent on the export of fossil fuels, have their currencies devalued instantly. The currencies of Canada, Iran, Liberia, Nigeria, Mexico, Qatar, Russia, Saudi Arabia, and Venezuela all plunge. While the currencies of those dependent on the import of crude oil, soar. As each stock market comes online, it boils in chaos. Oil-dependent company stocks in each market strain at the exchange’s price collars, which limit price movements. Down and down they go. The markets in most of these corporations are suspended after an hour’s worth of continual limit downs. These devaluations elicit sabre rattling threats from the leaders of the countries most deeply threatened by crude oil’s demise. A rash of suicides by those most heavily invested in oil, breaks out. Riots start in eight of the capitals of OPEC nations.

Day 4 - Monday
The US government has planned with the SEC and the exchanges to allow trading for one hour a day for the entire week. Price collars and limit days will allow prices to move, but at a reduced panic rate. Included in the information packets released on Saturday was a transition timeline proposed by the DOE. As the market closes at 10:30 AM EST, the financial media, having ignored this transition timeline, now begins to truly evaluate the actual impact of free energy and the elimination of oil from the world’s energy production and consumption.

“The conversion from a fossil fuel economy to one using this new technology will take years, if not decades. Oil is just as important to the operation of the world today as it was yesterday, and as it will be tomorrow.” The government continues to state that, “The transition to free energy will be gradual.” This announcement has little affect on the revelry that has begun around the world.

Huge parties breakout all across the US west coast. The UK, Japan and other countries around the globe have declared an ad hoc holiday. The impact on the financial markets have justified that this new energy is truly authentic and a new dawn in humanity stands ready, tilting on the cusp.

The secret companies, who have been building out production of this new technology, are made publicly known. Demonstrations of the technology are shown in downtown squares in every major city on the planet. Home-based units, the size of a washing machine, are set up and power a city block’s worth of dazzling light displays. They are turned on and left running indefinitely. Crowds, hundreds deep, surround these demonstrations. Singing and celebration ensues for the entire week.

Week 2
The currency markets have generally rebounded or retraced. Those heavily impacted oil conglomerate stocks have settled to two thirds their price from a week ago. And stability appears to have been returned. The riots in the OPEC nations have burned out as the knowledge that oil money will continue to flow for years to come is comprehended.

However, long term realizations begin to sink in. If you work in an oil, coal, or natural gas sector, your days are numbered. If you are studying alternative energy technologies in school, you will need to rethink your major. Gas stations would become a thing of the past. Oil tankers and LNG tankers will all be converted to scrap iron, as they can no longer be converted to other uses, nor can they be sunk to create reefs. Trucking will expand. Greenhouse agriculture will use free energy to generate light and heat in the frigid throes of winter, growing a profusion of hot house tomatoes and melons. Hundreds of industries will need to rethink their product lines and business models. No economic entity will be left untouched, or left unchallenged.

Month 2
The free energy technology has been fully evaluated, vetted for licensing and patent issues, and made available to every manufacturer willing to take on the construction of new production lines for the technology’s generator units. It has been determined that gas lines and electrical grid transmission lines will no longer be needed. Their disassembly is scheduled. As neighborhoods join together to purchase megawatt level units, they are gradually leaving the grid. Cottage industries now spring up around the globe to service these units.

The new power shift begins to rear its ugly head. Land and resources are now the hot commodity. With enough land, a reliable source of water of any quality, and the availability of building resources nearby, a new agrarian lifestyle sprouts up around the globe. Over time, big cities no longer appeal to those who relish a more natural way of life. Concrete and steel, glass and commotion fail to retain their allure. As cities are drained of their prime commodity (people), crime explodes. To battle the vacancies that plague downtowns, cities begin to demolish buildings and return the land to a more bucolic state. This succeeds in quelling the exodus, and those who stay find themselves tasked with maintaining the culture that still throbs at night and still lures country youth in to experience life in the raw.

Year 2
Although the price of oil has dropped to $19.00 a barrel, it is still very much in demand. Thousands of industrial and household products are still made from oil and its unique long chain carbon compounds. The plastics industry has never had it so good. Cheap oil and expanding demand for lightweight, yet durable, materials has allowed the plastics industry to absorb many of the oil industry’s engineers.

New autos, made to run solely on the new energy technology, are selling as soon as they reach the final gate of the assembly line. People camp out at newly erected standby parks waiting for their freshly-minted new energy autos to roll out from the manufacturing plant. Giddily, they slide into their drivers seats; whole families sometimes pile in, all anxious to experience this amazing technology. Silently, they slip onto the roadway, turning to all points of the compass, heading for home.

Congress has admitted that trillion dollar defense spending can no longer be justified. The task of patrolling the nation’s concerns in the name of national security, i.e., the protection of the oil channel, is no longer necessary. Islamic fundamentalism has begun to unravel without the massive cash flow oil was providing to the nations of the Middle East. With no need to maintain military bases in these nations, to protect the US interests, Congress has agreed to cut the military budget by half. The money saved will be redirected toward the expansion of NASA and a newly adopted dedication to putting humans on Mars.

Decade 2
NASA has just launched the first of one thousand scheduled flights of autonomous terraforming mining craft destined to Mars where they will begin to tunnel into the rim of ancient sea beds in preparation for human habitation. Vast quantities of water have been discovered there frozen in underground aquifers. The tunnels will be used as quarters for the colonists, and as storage and agriculture facilities. An elementary school contest is held to name the first city on Mars. Perhaps expected, “Barsoom” is chosen.

Back on earth the carbon dioxide level has dipped for the first time in human history. 415 ppm has recently been measured at the top of Mt. Mauna Loa. Although too early to declare victory, many climate scientists breathe a collective sigh of relief. The high of 440, measured a year before, had begun to trigger the release of methane from the hydrates sequestered in cold Arctic undersea deposits. An abnormally cold winter shut that event down and now, with CO2 abating, the scientists are cautiously optimistic.

In concert with China and the UK, the US has successfully built and installed 37, separate new-energy fabrication plants in the historic OPEC countries. Nigeria, with its location on the coast and its vast mineral capacity, has become the shining star of this effort. The poverty level there has dropped to 17% and their new democracy has just voted to join the African Nations Space Exploration Union.

Both ExChev (originally Exxon and Chevron) and BPetroGas have emerged from bankruptcy and have successfully transitioned to producing carbon nano fiber construction materials. These materials join the many others being shipped to the L2 space station now called The Azimov, where those on space holiday enjoy, among other things, flying in The Cavern, as well as scuba diving in The Cell.

Greenland has declared independent sovereignty and a vibrant mining industry has transformed the edge of that still-ice-covered island into one big boom country.

There continue to be constant tribal and national altercations occurring across the globe. Borders in mountainous areas are repeatedly contested. Rogue mining bandits travel in heavily armored tanks swooping into niche mining towns, stealing everything of value and leaving in their wake burned ruins and shattered lives.

The markets of the world continue to churn away; across the wires and connections netting the globe, trillions of dollars continue to trade daily. Although vast fortunes had been lost during the collapse of the oil economy, fresh new ones were born as individuals, companies and nations learned to harness the free energy for purposes other than the manipulation and control of the populace. All in all, without oil, the world appears to be a better place.

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

eReaders - the size of paperbacks

I just can't figure out why no one has made a decent 7" x 4.5" PDA/EReader. That is the size of most pocket books, you know, paperbacks. A paperback will fit in your coat pocket. Is easy to hold. Has a cover to hide/shield what you're reading (think privacy). It is the right size to read from without squinting and contains enough room for panel pictures.

An iPhone, HTC, Android, etc are all too small to be treated as hosting a quality reading experience. All tablets, including the iPad, are too big to stick into a pocket, or to easily hold, edge to edge, with one hand. Yeah you can grip/pinch them by sticking your thumb all over the screen/rim.

So, what's the deal? The pocketbook paperback has been the "right" size for 70 years. I just can't believe that it's so difficult to comprehend this concept.

And the the Sony's are not a solution. No color, crappy screens and they're not a useful digital extension (browser, music, video, etc.)

Leximize your word!