Jon Konrath appears to have apologetically assembled a thoroughly interesting holiday booklist. I shan’t be setting MasterCard to bookspine for quite a bit given the move (20 boxes of bound matter and counting), but Konrath’s unfazed by his, it seems.

As I impatiently waited for my Treo to complete an interminable media sync, I idly wondered where the pda’s usb datacable was. Perhaps it had wandered to the deepest inner reaches of my bedside table.

As I peered into the murk, what should I spy but the formerly lost D’image camera. I am a fool.