I’ve ducked my head out of the technovoid and am hooked on this Twitter internet site. The thought of an endless data stream of micro updates had no appeal until I realized the updates were about pancakes, bacon, and what Michael Ian Black is doing in Spain.
This is all backwards. Both the previously mentioned book (or soon to be mentioned depending on your order of operations) along with this statistical synthesis of an ideal Bowie song got me all reminiscent for some twiddling I did with statistical recreations of awesome books and authors. That may be what you just read or [...]
Paul Auster. Never read him until the last 24 hours. It looked like the lightest book in the unread pile on a night calling for the lightest book in the pile. Hundred-forty-some pages; the first fifty flew by bedtime, the second fifty before the AM train hit the city, and everything else gone before the [...]