Otivion:
the point of no return, where things only get worse.
see page 141. apply to induvidual.
as a sled beginning inexorably it’s ride down a treacherous winter hillside, with the child looking back full of fear and then forward in fear as it clutches the handles and tenses it’s back for the bumping accelerating decline.
This is something I’ve thought about a little, the interchangable futures we lay out.
One person said he wish the rapture would come so all the christians would go away and stop bothering him all the time.
The phrase:
occurs here first.
Bruce Sterling’s Shaping Things serves again to sum things up very well and be full of more good ideas than you can shake a stick at.
I frankly care nothinkg to “Utopia” or “Oblivion”. If my long romance with futurism has taught me anything, it’s that netiehr of these terms has any meaning. They are mere verbal gasps of intellectual exhangustion. They mean only that the futurist has exhausted hier pseonal ability to confront the passage of time.
0-262-69326-7 (chapter 18, page 138, paragraph 2)
There’s more to be said about this but not by me right now since I have reading to do. How did it get to be 10 o’clock already?
I loved this movie. I loved it — every frame — I and was sad when it ended because that meant that there would be no more explosions or lingering ass-shots of my new girl-crush, Rhona Mitra. Yes, it’s flawed. Yes, it’s dorky. Yes, it’s Neil Marshall and Everything But the Kitchen Sink. No, it doesn’t make sense from start to finish. Yeah, it’s gruesome and cheesy and, as my husband put it, it’s like watching Genre Movie Bingo…I. Loved. This. Movie. And it’s so deliberately, aggressively trashy that I suspect I’m going to be about 90% alone in this blind adoration, but there you go. I want to watch this movie again, and I want to watch more movies like it.
(Via Warren Ellis)
I am about 45 seconds of deliberation away from going and seeing this fucking movie right fucking now.
Yeah, it’s 1hr 45min. Fuck it. I’m going. I know no one else will actually want to watch this movie with me so I’ll go by myself. There’s something awesome about sitting in an near-empty theater alone in the middle of a nice day when you could be doing almost anything else. It’s a wonderful indulgence. SQUEEE!
I am clearly the most exciting person on the face of the earth.
MY EXCITING COLOR VARIATION, LET ME SHOW YOU THEMS.
I saw Chris Black play the Mount Kisko Borders when I was about 12. It was awesome, I bought the CD, I still listen to that album almost a decade later. I got this link from Fred who played bass on his first album back in ‘97 I think. It’s great he’s still making music. Also, his drummer is playing a chair.
I had a good couple of days at home and took some decent pictures on a long, badly planned hike in the woods. It was nice to walk with dirt and sticks under my feet and not pavement and gravel even though this early in the year they’ve got the same amount of life in them. I’ve gotten a bunch of new music I want to absorb and write about. I’ve got work in the morning and some really interesting reading to do thereafter. I’m 40 pages into Shaping Things and it is as chock full of great ideas and ways of looking at things as I’d hoped. There’s a book on Transhumanism and prostheses that I’d like to buy too, it’s also from MIT Press but it’s 12 dollars and I haven’t even gotten through my Steampunk Magazine back issues yet. SO MUCH TO READ SO LITTLE TIME.
going to NY in the morning/later today. expect twitters, have to use google reader. etc. gah. I hate getting ready to travel. It will be good to be home for a while. I have several books to read/finish reading in as many days.
In other news I’ve been writing a few days a week for SFquarterly.net here. most of my output will be there. I have to get into a good rhythm writing for them. I think I’m supposed to be writing every 2 days but I haven’t quite kept that up yet. My posts need to be more carefully edited by me for little errors in usage that shouldn’t slip past me but do. Gah.