Super enigmatics, or when modern conveniences inconveniently expire.My DVD player has gone on to that great scrap heap in the sky. I think I paid $50 for it about 7 years ago, so I'd say I got my money's worth. Still. This all seems on schedule, as staring blearily at the tv while I got my drink on was all part and parcel of the same thing, I think. Now that I finished that ridiculously poorly written (yet freakishly compelling) Sookie Stackhouse series, I see more quiet nights like this, only with a GOOD book.
There is a fairly short but good article in this week's New Yorker by Susan Orleans about chickens. I knew her from The Orchid Thief, but have been made more aware of her from her Twitters (as reported on The Gawker). I don't Twitter, or rather, Twatter. It's another level of the solipsism that so embraced cell phones, so that to be seen talking on your cell was as important (if not more so) than the conversation you were actually having. Hey! Look at me! There are not enough hours in the day to cover my busy, important life! Gack. I think some technology (DVD players, for instance) are just grand. Others, like Twitter, just make us stupider. If I sound like an old Luddite, I'm not. If I sound like an old curmudgeonly misanthrope: bingo!
There is a fairly short but good article in this week's New Yorker by Susan Orleans about chickens. I knew her from The Orchid Thief, but have been made more aware of her from her Twitters (as reported on The Gawker). I don't Twitter, or rather, Twatter. It's another level of the solipsism that so embraced cell phones, so that to be seen talking on your cell was as important (if not more so) than the conversation you were actually having. Hey! Look at me! There are not enough hours in the day to cover my busy, important life! Gack. I think some technology (DVD players, for instance) are just grand. Others, like Twitter, just make us stupider. If I sound like an old Luddite, I'm not. If I sound like an old curmudgeonly misanthrope: bingo!
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