If there is one thing the media loves, it’s talking about how the golden age of media is behind us. Once upon a time, there were stout newsmen who told it like it was and gave us a sense of national unity. This golden age is set between World War I and the Vietnam War but definitively ends with Watergate. Is it any wonder that the . . .
Alternate History is usually the story of grand changes. What happens if the South wins the Civil War? Or if Charles Babbage managed to create computing in the Victorian Era? These types of big questions make for exciting World Building, but “The Only Harmless Great Thing” by Brooke Bolander is a smaller and more human story.
It . . .
I was at lunch with some friends for work, and I casually remarked that Facebook was fucking evil, and they asked if I had an account. I think that the idea that you can unplug from the mothership of the data economy in any meaningful way and organize your life with the people around you is a joke. I might not freelance anymore, but . . .
Professional ethics books are the closest we'll get to applied Philosophy. (That is, until someone starts paying me to shout at people in the street how they are wrong about everything, but the last time someone tried to make that a profession--they ended up having to drink hemlock.)
Monteiro is the head of . . .
Monday post for last Friday as I took some time off and never got around to being on a computer for the five day weekend.
We are awash in books. We have more of them than ever before—ebooks have allowed an explosion of publishing. We’re reading books on phones, tablets, e-readers, and print book sales are going back up. For . . .
The Strugatsky brothers are probably most famous for their novel Roadside Picnic, which later Tarkovsky adapted into the film Stalker. I came across the Doomed City via a blog post on Boing Boing, where Cory Doctorow sang its praises. The brothers wrote the book back in the 70s, but it wasn't published until 1989 due to its overt . . .
I don’t have enough hair left for a mohawk, and I’ve had a corporate job of some sort for over a decade. My punk rock bona fides are solidly in the past. I mean I’ll still scream and yell for a loud rock show, but I will admit that my taste in music drifts a bit more electronic these days. (Often it sounds like Wulfband . . .