Go Read Something Beautiful
In my northern retreat there's no tv, no in-home internet, so if I post it'll be from this phone.
It seems that you really can't escape cell coverage anywhere. I'll never forget the first cell phone I ever saw--a "bag phone" hefted to play rehearsal by Mark Pomerenke, the smartest, nicest kid in Mesa, Arizona, circa whenever. That will never catch on, I decided, looking at the contraption. Mark took pity on my provincial ignorance.
Anyway, being somewhat addicted, I peeked at the Twitter today and saw the great Ken Bernstein
