Articles from Cheeseburger Gothic
I've got a new rule. I can read Twunter and Farcebook anytime I want, but not on my phone or desktop. The iMac is for work and my phone is for anything other than Twunter and Farcebook. (I do use my phone for work, mostly for el Goog and running an app called Forest which plants a little digital tree for every pomodoro session I finish. It can also plant real trees out in the world of real things if you get enough points, which I think I almost have).
I used to be a contributing editor at Rolling Stone magazine, which sounds a lot cooler than it was. Basically, if you hung around long enough you got to be one, because they weren't going to pay you any more for your copy. Still, I learned a lot working for that magazine, wrote a few stories I still think of fondly, and had a whole heap of fun. There were lots of free tickets to concerts and stuff like that. And they let me sleep on the couch.
As you know, I don’t much hold with poetry, but damn this was some some kickarse word-poeming.
Lobes sent me this mind blowing vid on the Twitz this morning. Umberto Eco looking for a book in his personal library.
Doesn't sounds like much, but just watch.
I knew I was going to have a tough one today. We were getting new solar panels installed. The inverter on the original array finally packed it in and I figured we might as well upgrade since the technology had come along a bit in the last 12 years.
Not much, actually.
I didn’t go near the keyboard between Christmas and the end of the first week of January. I’ve been back since then trying to finish the next book in the Cruel Stars series.
We saw off another old mate this week. Gulliver. One of two brothers we rescued from a wild litter shortly after Thomas was born. That would make him and his bro more than eighteen years old.
Sadly, Gully won’t see nineteen, or even Christmas.
Like most of our furry friends, he loved the Santa Season. All of a sudden there was more ham, all the time.