Last year, Neil Gaiman & Co decided that for the Halloween season, people should give out spooky books in addition to (or in lieu of) candy. They called it All Hallow’s Read. However, I was far too absorbed in my own problems last October to notice this development, much less contribute recommendations. I’d likely have […]
Last night, I attended the Seattle Repertory Theatre’s performance of The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs, a one-man monologue written and performed by Mike Daisey. Go see this show. It’s like watching Lewis Black narrate the adventures of Michael Moore in the setting of a Cory Doctorow novel. It’s a comedy. It’s a
Yeah, I said it. Wu-Tang Clan vs. The Beatles. 27 glorious tracks of it, in fact, collected in Enter the Magical Mystery Chambers. So far it utterly pwns The Grey Album, but maybe I just like Wu-Tang better than I like Jay-Z. Your mileage may vary. Special thanks to Kay Thaney, she of Science Commons
No, not mine, Amanda Palmer’s. I spent my day thinking about the future. I sat surrounded by designers and programmers, people with better clothes and longer resumés, and we talked about two kinds of future: long and short. Long is foresight: picturing a problem a year or ten away. Short is preparation: doing my homework.
Via Making Light, we have a foully erudite, fantastically observed explanation of why people still love Silent Hill 2, including why the story needed to be told via a game rather than a book, film, or zoetrope. (Wait until he mentions imperialism. Make sure your drink is well away from your keyboard.) God, I have
I’ve been thinking about natural selection a lot, lately (and not just because I picked up Natalie Angier’s The Canon the other day). Turns out Bruce Cohen explains Darwin’s concept of “fitness” pretty well: Survival or mortality selection – Organisms that survive at least to the end of their reproductive phase are fitter than those
I can’t help but second most of what’s in this post about The Matrix ten years later, especially this bit: The movie also tapped into the anger a lot of people feel but never quite express, the pent-up resentments of our world that lead a packed theatre in the rural South to cheer a fetish-clad
Amanda Palmer has a great post up regarding the discovery of art in everyday existence. i used to think that being a street performer (i was a living statue for five years….i should really write a book about it) was the ultimate act of art, because NOBODY would ever recognize my art in any way