(Originally published Feb. 13, 2013) Historically, I have been weak. Temptation has clawed at me, the sirens beckoned, and I have caved, keying in my credit card number in anticipation that nirvana would arrive in two business days. But in recent years, I have resisted, fought the good fight, and silenced the barkers of snake oil by gamely clamping my hands on my ears and loudly singing “la la la la la.” Well, I didn’t do … [Read more...]