Saturday, August 23, 2008

Stop the Presses! (I've always wanted to say that).

The iTouch.

Hold everything!

I've received a lovely, lovely birthday gift. Yes, an iTouch. I'm amazed. It's astonishing. I've had an iPod for five years, and it revolutionized the way I listen to music. Now the iTouch is poised to do the same to the way I watch videos, browse the internet, send e-mail, check the weather, get directions, keep up with podcasts, and so on, and so on, and so on.

What shall I watch first?

That's where you come in! I have a few ideas of what Shakespeare-related film I should watch first on my new iTouch, but I'm open to suggestions. Should it be the Branagh Hamlet, testing the battery strength to the fullest? Or should it be something lighter and shorter, like the 1929 Taming of the Shrew?

Post your suggestions in the comments below!

And, again, thank you.

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,
That all with one consent praise new-born gawds."
--Troilus and Cressida, III, ii, 171

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Shakespeare, William. The Riverside Shakespeare. 2nd ed. Gen. ed. G. Blakemore Evans. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1997.
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