Look at that, dead trees

I can only assume some advocate of a historical society came to my house, because a quaint tome appeared on my front porch this morning.

A quaint yellow tome

A quaint yellow tome

Seeing this hefty volume, I pulled the device out of my pocket that can hold more information than this entire yellow book to take a picture of it.  It doesn’t need to hold more data than this text because it’s network connection will look at these information sources that are updated as they change.  I have no need for a new annual Internet delivered to me, and I don’t need to lug last year’s Internet somewhere to be recycled.