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I have a new favorite book. I finally bought the Zagat Survey of New York City restaurants, & promptly used it to find a restaurant that is something of a 'best-kept secret,' though 'so small you sit at more than one table' simultaneously. Amy & I are not wide people & we were mostly fine; but I did 'misplace an elbow in a waiter's junk,' & we were close enough to 'steal our neighbors' biscotti' for dessert. It's all about learning, isn't it? I am reading the book morning, noon, and night.
A final word on GMail, on having our 'consciousness[es] colonized': I'd rather have ads for things I want than ads for things I don't. ('I'm not a wanker, but my consciousness is colonized by wankers.') The legal issues (my correspondence can be grabbed by the law without a warrant, possibly without my knowing about it) are more serious (though not different in kind than in other webmail services). Electronic speech isn't treated as private speech & that's hairy, no matter what service I'm using.