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Foster

Wait, wait, wait.  David Wallace on The Office was named after David Foster Wallace?

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Lycanthropy

In a Barnes & Noble in Manhattan, I stumbled upon a category I’d never noticed before mixed in among the Psychology and Personal Growth and Self-Help sections.

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Dilated II

A while ago, I mentioned Heinlein’s use of indirect exposition, but then I discovered that Eric S. Raymond (one of the fathers of the free software movement) had already written about this in “SF Words and Prototype Worlds” and “Rudyard … Continue reading

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Taste

I was complaining to a non-geeky friend about the Amazon adaptation of Good Omens and kept coming back to the idea that, as much as I adore a lot of Gaiman’s writing throughout his career, a lot of things he … Continue reading

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Brand

Walked to a bookstore, bought a book. Then walked to a movie theater, saw Booksmart. Because I like to stay on brand.

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Legacy

As I wade through two decades of legacy code at work, I’m constantly reminded of two things: The Homer quote above and the madness-inducing Book from Neal Stephenson‘s Anathem.

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Rhyme

These lines from Seamus Heaney‘s poem The Cure at Troy stir me: “History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave, But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up And hope and history rhyme.”

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Dilated

My brilliant friend Holly had mentioned that Ninefox Gambit, the first book in Yoon Ha Lee‘s Machineries of Empire trilogy, had “cracked [her] head open in a good way” which made me want to read it immediately. By the end of the … Continue reading

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Threshold

I’ve been reading The Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Sozhenitsyn and ran across this chilling paragraph which seems appropriate for the times we’re living in: “Evidently evildoing also has a threshold magnitude.  Yes, a human hesitates and bobs back and forth … Continue reading

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Remembrance

In America, we think of World War II as the “big” war.  The war the biggest impact.  The war that shapes our self-perception as a nation.  For France and Britain and the British Commonwealth countries like Canada, New Zealand, and … Continue reading

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Hilltop

Watching the sun set over Coober Pedy, I found myself thinking of the double sunset on Tattooine. The sound of distant chicken and sheep and dogs made me think of Gyantse in Tibet.  And how in Chapter 80 of the Dao … Continue reading

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Underhill

Coober Pedy is a legendary opal mining town.  (Apparently the name is an English corruption of the local Aboriginal term “kupa-piti” meaning “boys’ waterhole”.)  Not quite Hobbiton, but the residents famously live in dugouts underground. I stayed the night in the Lookout … Continue reading

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Brutalist

I was shocked to discover that this decrepit Macy’s was, in fact, still alive and open.  The exterior made me think of the post-apocalyptic line from Douglas Coupland‘s Shampoo Planet where if “consumer culture went poof! overnight” we’d all be … Continue reading

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Books

I haven’t lived this close to a library since Pardee Tower at USC.  (Wait, wait.  I now realize that I’ve inadvertently lied several posts back.  I lived on the top floor of Pardee, so I guess I sort of have lived in … Continue reading

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Wood

Found this lovely nod to Tolkien.

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