Tuesday, June 24, 2014


(from Boss Architecture Flickr Group via darklyeuphoric on tumblr)

I'm Helping.

"That saw their trees' rich amber tears distill" --Hoole's Ariosto

Yearning for Impossible Escape.

"A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it." --Oscar Wilde @BestOscarWilde

Two moves by Geller.

"Lord in heaven, folks. Those dystopic SF novels were warnings, not how-to manuals." --@KameronHurley

The carrot hack.

"More than that, however, I’m disillusioned with much of the Internet, while fully cognizant that little of Spike could have been written without it. I’m tired of the Internet’s stalkers and spammers, the rule of its lynch mobs and witch hunters, the whinnying of its millions of saloon-bar donkey-bores, betraying their unthinking ignorance with every bray, and the incivility it engenders, even in mild-mannered me; tired of the degradation of art to “content”, monetized or not; tired of the ten thousand tech bloggers panting to live-blog the release of the latest phablet (a word which, if you haven’t already encountered it, is coming very soon to your lexicon, like it or not); tired of the grin given me by Jeff Bezos, who, having donned cassock and surplice, is about to administer, gleefully, the last rites to the book on its deathbed, tired of his “fulfilment center” warehouses, tired, so tired already of his Kindle I bought to research this piece, loathing everything about it from the fatuity embodied in its Paperwhite name (paper, at least the paper books are printed on, is not white, it’s ivory to cream) to its assassination of the integrity of the page to the way it froze a fortnight out of the box; tired of the relentless destruction (156,000 US Postal Service jobs gone in the last five years) and the absence of meaningful creation; tired by the erasure of the past, by the all-pervasive decontextualization, and by the way so much is written, stripped down, in C. K. Ogden’s Basic English; tired by the 250 milliseconds, less time than the 400 milliseconds it takes to blink, that will dissuade people from visiting a website if has a quicker loading peer; and tired by the way the Internet panders tirelessly to our false new twin idols of convenience and cheapness. I’m tired of mindless technophiles and technosnobs, such as this writer in the January 26th Economist, and their laughable visions of progress:

      'The iTV, which may be controlled by via gestures and voice commands as well as via iPads and iPhones, could be a digital hub for the home. It would let people check whether their washing machine has finished its cycle while they gossip on Facebook and watch their favourite soap.'

But above all, I’m tired by the Orwellian undertones the telescreens of the Internet are beginning to assume. I could go on; indeed, I could go on at book length, but I’ll leave you, obliquely, with this:

      'There was a small bookcase in the other corner, and Winston had already gravitated towards it. It contained nothing but rubbish. The hunting-down and destruction of books had been done with the same thoroughness in the prole quarters as everywhere else. It was very unlikely that there existed anywhere in Oceania a copy of a book printed earlier than 1960.'

   1984, George Orwell" --Spike Japan blog (thanx Xian!)

"Sadly, the beloved animal is said to have died tragically during one of the gatherings at the castle: the moose drunk a bit too much beer at a banquet and fell down the stairs."

(via "Journey to the Center of Google Earth")

"Hollywood films, in general, either tell us a truth we already know or a falsehood we want to believe in." --William Goldman

Shime: the meme.

"The not-seer cannot unmake." --Jose Garcia Villa

Ten scifi epics set in non-Western worlds.



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