Day 29

The Lady Of Shalott.

She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

While traveling alone on an eight-hour road trip, one comes to acknowledge the value of the book on tape.
Not only does it truly pass the time faster than any opera cd, NPR commentary, or mixed tape you might have on hand for the occasion, it can make sitting for 45 minutes in Washinton D.C. rush hour bearable (granted you aren't in desparate need of a restroom). It can take a sunny day and turn it into the storm of the century. It can disolve a the atmosphere of a stale, stuffy car ride and transform it into a snowboarding adventure down Mt. St. Helen. It can throw you head-on into the world of King Arthur and Camelot, so much so that the car horns around you become nothing more than muted battle cries as you storm the castle walls. But, most importantly, it solves to correct the truly bad spoiler habit of peaking ahead a page or two, as some nosey bookworms may be prone.
A significant advancement of modern technology and fantastic for the imagination.

(pictures coming tomorrow - dial up is way too slow!)