An ebook is not an ebook is not an ebook - there is a diffrence!

A good friend sent me an interesting new video. Apparently, Push Pop Press has a new ebook on Al Gore and his enlightening crusade for climate change awareness. So dig the content or not, this ebook is simply wonderful. However, I must point out, that narrative and media--as is done with Surfing the Middle East, my ebook--is not used here. It is rather more of a interactive sideshow. The only question is what's the different? Content deliver is content delivery. But it's time for Apple to organize all these small iPad ebook publishers and come up with something a little more specific. Ya dig? We are dealing with a rapidly growing umbrella for this all-encompassing term: ebook.

Push Pop Press TED Talk from Push Pop Press on Vimeo.

A great paragraph NOT USED IN SURFING THE MIDDLE EAST

Yeah, can you believe it?

After writing a 4-part book I'm only going to only publish 3 of them. (Just for clarity, the Surfing the Middle East iPad app is Book I, and the hardback will be Books 1,2,&3.) And that lousy prequel... let's call its "Book .5" or some other kind of gibberish ... will remain on my computer and shall eventually find itself a home on the Kindle store.

Anyway, here is one of my favorite paragraphs from the piece:

... my two comrades and I played it safe; we went north. I had decided to go to Lebanon with Colonel Jeffrey and Colonel Jimmy on our spring break while we studied abroad in Greece and Turkey. The colonels and I knew it was going to be hot. Emotional. Even dangerous. But we wanted to see Lebanon. We wanted to see what travel writer Jan Morris once deemed the “impossible city.” We wanted to see ancient Phoenicia, the land of Canaan, the place of the Bible, though in a very secular kind of way. We wanted to explore the steamy nightclubs, the wild Islamists, the crazed Lebanese our Persian professor in Istanbul had once described as “living way above their means.” Simply, we wanted to be enchanted by whatever it was that enticed us to buy tickets in the first place. And to be honest, I wanted to see if all those ratings-craving pundits were really as eager to slander the place as I assumed. I wanted to touch it. Feel it. Let my eyes gaze upon it. Just not from the nest of my parents’ TV room.

Then we arrived. We found ourselves exposed to a Beirut in a full state of martial law, with tanks fortified on city blocks and soldiers deployed on the streets. Things were broken everywhere, and the civilian population was traumatized beyond recognition. Was this the Paris of the Middle East?