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1 bibliofile NADEEM HAIDARY

2 Can you provide a more active reading experience by harnessing both human and computer power? A DIGITAL BOOK READER The Sony E-Book Reader and the Amazon Kindle.

3 Reasons why people don t like reading on the computer: hard on eyes 23 lacks the tangibility of print 16 cannot mark texts 10 lacks portability doesn t show progress 8 8 myriad distractions 7 requires electrical energy learning curve 4 4 don t own an object 2 difficult to absorb information lacks authority lacks durability READING PREFERENCES Reading on a computer screen has physical, cognitive, and emotional disadvantages.

4 Physical Problems hard on eyes lacks the tangibility of print cannot mark texts lacks portability doesn t show progress myriad distractions requires electrical energy learning curve don t own an object difficult to absorb information lacks authority lacks durability e-paper screen tangible interactions and book metaphors texts markable, marks searchable bibliofile is comparable to a medium-sized book screen edge graphically shows progress applications enhance education and reading experience power is generated throught page-turning gesture functions are limited product is owned, texts are bought marking tools promote active reading texts are same as print versions electronics protected but notthing is failsafe READING PREFERENCES Reading on a computer screen has physical, cognitive, and emotional disadvantages.

5 Cognitive Problems hard on eyes lacks the tangibility of print cannot mark texts lacks portability doesn t show progress myriad distractions requires electrical energy learning curve don t own an object difficult to absorb information lacks authority lacks durability e-paper screen tangible interactions and book metaphors texts markable, marks searchable bibliofile is comparable to a medium-sized book screen edge graphically shows progress applications enhance education and reading experience power is generated throught page-turning gesture functions are limited product is owned, texts are bought marking tools promote active reading texts are same as print versions electronics protected but notthing is failsafe READING PREFERENCES Reading on a computer screen has physical, cognitive, and emotional disadvantages.

6 Emotional Problems hard on eyes lacks the tangibility of print cannot mark texts lacks portability doesn t show progress myriad distractions requires electrical energy learning curve don t own an object difficult to absorb information lacks authority lacks durability e-paper screen tangible interactions and book metaphors texts markable, marks searchable bibliofile is comparable to a medium-sized book screen edge graphically shows progress applications enhance education and reading experience power is generated throught page-turning gesture functions are limited product is owned, texts are bought marking tools promote active reading texts are same as print versions electronics protected but notthing is failsafe READING PREFERENCES Reading on a computer screen has physical, cognitive, and emotional disadvantages.

7 READING PREFERENCES There are many ways to turn a page. At tables, people prefer corners, in their hands, they prefer flicking from the middle.

8 FORM & GESTURE Modelmaking, electrical circuitry and programming were used to explore forms that support a page-turning gesture.

9 FORM & GESTURE Sketches showing the development of the product s form and the page-turning gesture.

10 FORM & GESTURE Sketches showing the development of the product s form and the page-turning gesture.

11 FORM & GESTURE Sketches showing the development of the product s form and the page-turning gesture.

12 FORM & GESTURE Sketches showing the development of the product s form and the page-turning gesture.

13 BIBLIOFILE A plastic housing holds a flexible electronic paper display and capacitive touch-screen.

14 BIBLIOFILE As the electronic paper screen wraps around the corner, it uses lines to display one s progress.

15 BIBLIOFILE The stylus uses the mechanical motion of pushing the button to generate energy to wirelessly say the button was pressed.

16 BIBLIOFILE While raising and lowering the pageinput flipper, a springloaded mechanism fills the gap between the two parts.

17 author title subject date select from menu - organize by language or drag from text input words with stylus input words write search edit text wikipedia dictionary drag words fictional convergences favorites random text select from menu TOOLS games slide books PREFER- APPLICA- TIONS ACTIVE READING select from list newspapers select slide magazines select from menu GET TETS READ from menu blogs ENCES select DISPLAY slide change font text size from menu select from list USERS menu style select select from menu from list linear radial TURN ON pull up page erase input use stylus back INPUT WORDS select words hold button draw vector use stylus write with stylus MARK WORDS use stylus turn the page write number and GO TO PAGE pull up page hold page 5 sec push down page NET PAGE PREVIOUS PAGE TURN OFF BIBLIOFILE NAVIGATION The digital interface is shown on the top half, the physical interface on the bottom.

18 ULYSSES 8 Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said: --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can't you? He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. --God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. EPI OINOPA PONTON. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look. Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of Kingstown. --Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said. He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's face. --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't let me have anything to do with you. --Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily. --You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you... He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant smile curled his lips. --But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest mummer of them all! He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously. BIBLIOFILE NAVIGATION You can comment on the text by writing directly on top of it with your stylus

19 ULYSSES 8 Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said: --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can't you? He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. --God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. EPI OINOPA PONTON. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look. Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of Kingstown. --Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said. He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's face. --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't let me have anything to do with you. --Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily. --You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you... He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant smile curled his lips. --But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest mummer of them all! He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously. BIBLIOFILE NAVIGATION The text is scaled and moved to the margin. Handwriting is stored and recalled as both graphic and digital information.

20 ULYSSES 8 Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said: --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can't you? He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. --God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. EPI OINOPA PONTON. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look. Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of Kingstown. --Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said. He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's face. --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't let me have anything to do with you. --Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily. --You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you... He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant smile curled his lips. --But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest mummer of them all! He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously. BIBLIOFILE NAVIGATION Select a word with the stylus

21 ULYSSES 8 ADD + Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said: --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can't you? SEARCH He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. --God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. EPI OINOPA PONTON. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look. parapet DICTIONARY Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of Kingstown. --Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said. He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's face. WIKIPEDIA --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't let me have anything to do with you. FICTIONAL CONV. --Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily. --You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you... He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant smile curled his lips. --But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest mummer of them all! He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously. BIBLIOFILE NAVIGATION Dragging the word to the margin desaturates the text and calls the Active Reading tools and applications.

22 ULYSSES 8 ADD + Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said: --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can't you? He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. --God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. EPI OINOPA PONTON. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look. Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of Kingstown. --Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said. He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's face. --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't let me have anything to do with you. SEARCH DICTIONARY par a pet noun 1. A defensive wall or elevation, as of earth or stone, in a fortification. 2. Any low protective wall or barrier at the edge of a balcony, roof, bridge, or the like. WIKIPEDIA --Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily. FICTIONAL CONV. --You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you... He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant smile curled his lips. --But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest mummer of them all! He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously. BIBLIOFILE NAVIGATION Dragging the word into the dictionary calls up the word s definition.

23 ULYSSES 8 Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said: --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can't you? He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. --God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. EPI OINOPA PONTON. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look. Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of Kingstown. --Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said. He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's face. --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't let me have anything to do with you. --Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily. --You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you... He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant smile curled his lips. --But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest mummer of them all! He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously. BIBLIOFILE NAVIGATION Back into the text, a place name is selected with the stylus.

24 ULYSSES 8 ADD + Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said: --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can't you? He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. --God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. EPI OINOPA PONTON. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look. Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of Kingstown. --Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said. SEARCH DICTIONARY WIKIPEDIA He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's face. --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't let me have anything to do with you. Kingstown FICTIONAL CONV. --Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily. --You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you... He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant smile curled his lips. --But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest mummer of them all! He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously. BIBLIOFILE NAVIGATION This time, the word is dragged to the Fictional Convergences application.

25 ULYSSES 8 ADD + Stephen suffered him to pull out and hold up on show by its corner a dirty crumpled handkerchief. Buck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly. Then, gazing over the handkerchief, he said: SEARCH --The bard's noserag! A new art colour for our Irish poets: snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can't you? He mounted to the parapet again and gazed out over Dublin bay, his fair oakpale hair stirring slightly. DICTIONARY --God! he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. EPI OINOPA PONTON. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. THALATTA! THALATTA! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look. Stephen stood up and went over to the parapet. Leaning on it he looked down on the water and on the mailboat clearing the harbourmouth of Kingstown. WIKIPEDIA --Our mighty mother! Buck Mulligan said. He turned abruptly his grey searching eyes from the sea to Stephen's face. --The aunt thinks you killed your mother, he said. That's why she won't let me have anything to do with you. --Someone killed her, Stephen said gloomily. --You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I'm hyperborean as much as you. But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you... FICTIONAL CONV. Kingstown, Ireland matches: 1. Mrs. Kearney, Dubliners, Anastasia King, The Visitor, Sir James Brooke, The Absentee, c He broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek. A tolerant smile curled his lips. --But a lovely mummer! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest mummer of them all! He shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously. BIBLIOFILE NAVIGATION Kingstown is added to the database. Characters from other books who were at that place are called up.

26 ULYSSES 8 ADD + SEARCH DICTIONARY WIKIPEDIA FICTIONAL CONV. Kingstown, Ireland matches: 1. Mrs. Kearney, Dubliners, Anastasia King, The Visitor, Sir James Brooke, The Absentee, c BIBLIOFILE NAVIGATION Touching the map brings up a larger map of the converging character s journeys.