To show I am still alive (at least I am operating under that impression, true or not), I thought I would pass along a couple things that struck me in my recent limited trips to the internet.
- I have often said over the last six years that I feel like we are living in a science fiction story. Palmer Eldritch at Frolix 8 has taken this to a higher level, with a regular series of posts asking which Philip K. Dick story we are living in today. For the uninitiated, the name of the author and site come from the PKD novels The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch and Our Friends from Frolix 8. (Via.)
- What Scott said!
- Stunning. Oprah goes post-apocalyptic. My understanding is Cormac McCarthy is rather reclusive, though, so it will be interesting to see if he actually does appear on her show in conjunction with its selection. (As a side note, when I stopped in the local B&N tonight, they were placing a table near the entrance with the book and the requisite Oprah’s Book Club sign.)
- The Hugo Award finalists have been announced. I’ve read two, both based on the concept of the Singularity — Glasshouse and Rainbows End.
- Wednesday’s drive home revealed one of the better bumper stickers I’ve seen in a long while: “Don’t Blame Me. I Voted for Jimmy Buffett.” That one’s got legs for a lot of past and future elections.
Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five