A Crinkly Coriolis Aurora Borealis The Meaning of my Dreaming Who the Fuck is Alice?
The nature of your face, sir distresses my good taste, sir and you will lose it unless you move it out of the range of all my lasers
Giant Leeches! Big as Peaches! They’ll suck you dry, don’t even try to run - they’re fun! You’ll make more blood.
the creatures of the night usually put up quite a fight but if you poke them in the eye they will often start to cry
those little bastards in the rafters of your mind’s lidless sky
but if you’re looking for some kicks head on down to River Styx prick your ears up to the wind and you will hear some kindred spirits singing something going like this:
Phlegm! Phlegm! Sing “Hey!” for the praises of Phlegm!
I got this one because I’ve been getting into Hammett lately and this story is sort of about him. Sort of. The main character is a biographer of dead myster writers and in this installment she’s just published one of Hammett. I guess there are other books in the series featuring other dead mystery writers. I don’t think I will be reading them.
It’s somewhat entertaining but the writing isn’t all that good. There are so many name brands mentioned I have to wonder if the author is getting paid for advertising.
In what is one of the best popular physic books I have ever read, Zee explores the role that symmetry has played in physics, mainly since Einstein, but with occasional dips further into the past.
I got a chain letter in my spam queue. I fixed it up. Made it better. I had the technology.
This was sent to me from an 11 year old girl. It really is beautiful. Really. I especially like #4, 9, 22 and 24. I need a little luck in my life now, as I’ve run into a bad streak playing the ponies. Please pass it onto others.
Love, Dave ______
the lyrical qualities of logical quandaries
keep me awake
at night at night
as I dream
at night
and I see
at night
the shapes of peo ple in my mind they stuff a god a meal divine
without much work a song erupts a virulent hip po pot a mus!
a card-carrying member of world-watchers anonymous
my brain won’t stop my brain won’t stop my brain won’t stop
at night at night
A fine mystery set in the waning days of the Ottoman Empire.
Ok, yes, two books in a row with ‘Brave New World’ in the title. Amazon knows me well. This one is about the future of work and takes as its premise the death of the implicit contract of full-time employment for most everyone (at least everyone white and male) that existed in the US and much of Western Europe in the middle twentieth century.
There are some interesting ideas here about what might take its place, centered around the idea of ‘civil labor’, a sort of activist, publicly-funded but privately-organized community volunteerism. At least I think that’s what it is. The writing is the dull and opaque sort of academese that makes for hard reading.
Mmmm, dystopia. This version includes “Brave New World Revisited”, an essay Huxley wrote some years after publishing the novel. And if you buy now, they throw in a foreword by Christopher Hitchens as well.
An excellent introduction to the intriguing programming language and distributed software framework Erlang.