A few weeks ago I had written about the books of the future - how they would include photos, videos, etc and that reading would become a much more complete satisfaction than merely words on the page.
Here I try and attempt to rewrite one of my articles to see if the inclusion of photos and videos does indeed make for a more satisfying read.
See what you think?
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Our grandson was visiting us over the past few weeks and every day with him was a wondrous voyage of discovery.
It would begin early in dawn, when this sleepy, tousled eleven month old would toddle into our bedroom and climb on to our bed.
Good mornings said, he would set about exploring his environs. I introduced him to the remote for the window curtains, which entertained him enormously as he watched them go up and down with wondrous eyes. And to music on my IPAD - he became partial to the lilting tunes of the quawaali and would dance to its rythmns. His grandmother plied him with various toys - among them a singing camel from Jordan and an improvised drum. Soon, too soon, he would be plucked away by his parents for the morning ritual of drinking his milk, an exercise he vigorously disapproved of as an interruption to his morning.
Even though he was tied up in his high chair- to make sure he did not make a bolt for it- he had by now perfected various ways of expressing his dislike of the milk. Among his tactics were to close his eyes and pretend it was not there, another to turn his head 180 degrees so he would not see his mother, a third was to shake his head vigorously sideways to express his non approval and finally to pretend to vomit in disgust. When none of this worked, he kept looking at the floor so the milk would not go in from his now full cheeks down. It took three of us to make sure he drank his milk and even then half the time half the milk ended up on his clothes instead of his mouth.
But once the irritating- for him anyway- ritual was over, he would imperiously beckon his father - the mother was the one holding him down- to take him from his prison and reward him with his favorite pastimes. One of that was the living room window from whence he could look down on to cars on the road while manipulating the levers to open it.
Soon he would tire of this limited challenge and demand to be put down on the floor so that he could explore the house on his own. Of course, it was a given that his course would now be a path of destruction to equal Tamerlane with no piece of paper left unshredded.
He often made a beeline for a little wooden toy he had brought with him from Vietnam. It had six different shaped slots with wooden shaped pegs to match. He would spend hours - well not actually hours but a sufficient time for an eleven month old- putting these wooden pegs into the slots. And he was mightily pleased when he could match the wooden peg with the hole. Since all of us were so impressed by his cleverness, he was invariably rewarded by a hearty round of claps. Indeed by the end of his three week stay, he had not only mastered this little toy but also was able to join in the approval claps. Soon we had to go searching for something more challenging.
The car seat was a challenge not to his liking till we agreed to turn it around so that he could see up front. It seems if you are over 10 kilograms, the car seat can be fixed so that he could observe his father driving the car with all the various knobs and gadgets and lights.
In the mall he loved to flirt with all the older girls he met. And of course every storefront was a new world to be discovered and, if allowed, to be ravaged.
Once back home, he would have his dinner quietly, listen to some music and hear his father read his nightly stories about the fire engine that could or the various dogs and cats that populated his life. A big yawn was the signal for the end of the day and he would sleepily call for his mother for his last "snack" of the day and then off to bed.
Another day over and a new one to look forward to. What a wonderful world indeed!
Here I try and attempt to rewrite one of my articles to see if the inclusion of photos and videos does indeed make for a more satisfying read.
See what you think?
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Our grandson was visiting us over the past few weeks and every day with him was a wondrous voyage of discovery.
It would begin early in dawn, when this sleepy, tousled eleven month old would toddle into our bedroom and climb on to our bed.
Even though he was tied up in his high chair- to make sure he did not make a bolt for it- he had by now perfected various ways of expressing his dislike of the milk. Among his tactics were to close his eyes and pretend it was not there, another to turn his head 180 degrees so he would not see his mother, a third was to shake his head vigorously sideways to express his non approval and finally to pretend to vomit in disgust. When none of this worked, he kept looking at the floor so the milk would not go in from his now full cheeks down. It took three of us to make sure he drank his milk and even then half the time half the milk ended up on his clothes instead of his mouth.
Soon he would tire of this limited challenge and demand to be put down on the floor so that he could explore the house on his own. Of course, it was a given that his course would now be a path of destruction to equal Tamerlane with no piece of paper left unshredded.He often made a beeline for a little wooden toy he had brought with him from Vietnam. It had six different shaped slots with wooden shaped pegs to match. He would spend hours - well not actually hours but a sufficient time for an eleven month old- putting these wooden pegs into the slots. And he was mightily pleased when he could match the wooden peg with the hole. Since all of us were so impressed by his cleverness, he was invariably rewarded by a hearty round of claps. Indeed by the end of his three week stay, he had not only mastered this little toy but also was able to join in the approval claps. Soon we had to go searching for something more challenging.
The car seat was a challenge not to his liking till we agreed to turn it around so that he could see up front. It seems if you are over 10 kilograms, the car seat can be fixed so that he could observe his father driving the car with all the various knobs and gadgets and lights.
In the mall he loved to flirt with all the older girls he met. And of course every storefront was a new world to be discovered and, if allowed, to be ravaged.
Once back home, he would have his dinner quietly, listen to some music and hear his father read his nightly stories about the fire engine that could or the various dogs and cats that populated his life. A big yawn was the signal for the end of the day and he would sleepily call for his mother for his last "snack" of the day and then off to bed.Another day over and a new one to look forward to. What a wonderful world indeed!
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