I remember when Amazon's slogan was "The Biggest Bookstore on Earth." At the time, I quietly, maybe quixotically, favored Barnes and Noble's newer online venture, bn.com. It featured faster shipping, but mostly, it was the market underdog. Remember, I'm a Clippers fan.
Now, I swear by Amazon. They hooked me with their "prime" shipping program--unlimited second-day shipping for a flat annual fee. I'll order anything from them, even shampoo.
(I like collecting different shampoo bottles. They make such extravagant promises.)
Anyways, I digress. The point of this blog is to note that I am, suddenly, more or less unexpectedly, in London. And on my first and possibly only night here, I was drawn to the largest bookstore in Europe, Waterstone's.
I'm being charged by the minute for this connection, so I'll write more later.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Peet's
Back in Boston and settled in for breakfast at Peet's Coffee and Tea. A schizophrenic (?) man keeps saying, "Laptop is newspaper," and rocking back and forth. An employee named Lily has just told her third customer since I got here that there are no bagels here (I was the first.) The beauty of jetlag: I woke up at 7 am totally refreshed (though still fighting off a hint of Sasha's flu.)
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