Newly enamoured with Android, and before my love affair with all things Apple began, I tinkered with the thing, installed a gazillion apps, marvelled at the perfect screen size.  Like a Kindle, except better.

Here’s why.

I read books on my tab, true.  But more importantly, it’s the primary device on which I consume RSS feeds I collect from all over the place during the course of my surfing strolls across the net.

So, armed with Pulse or Feedly or just good ol’ Google Reader, I go off on an unpredictable voyage through the offerings of some wonderful writers.  From technology, to food, to some entirely self-absorbed rants, I jump from one perspective to the next, from “OMG, I so know what you mean” to “WTF?” all in the space of a few precious escapist moments.

And it was during one of those journeys through curious link clicking that I discovered The Altucher Confidential and the PsyBlog.

Read them. You’re welcome.

The point is, the original Galaxy Tab 7″ might be outdated and out-flashed by the Kindle Fire and the multitude of Samsung tablets that keep hitting the market every other minute.

For me, it is my bedtime reading, my I-can’t-sleep-what-shall-I-read thing, the thing lives on my night stand, because I can now finally fit the 3-4 books I’m reading all at once on my bedside table.

I can’t recommend reading in stumbleupon fashion highly enough.  You never know what you might learn, and what you might discover that you didn’t know you didn’t know (it’s not a typo – there’s lots we don’t know that we don’t know).

My old tab. It’s just over a year old.

Happy reading.