From the NY Times Op-Ed:
“IF you really want to know why the financial system nearly collapsed in the fall of 2008, I can tell you in one simple sentence.”
I have piles of books that have been sitting around in my closet for years now. It’s full of books that I’ve bought because either (1) I was in the mood to read them at one time but just didn’t get around to it or (2) I was given them or bought them at library sales and they’ve been sitting there ever since.
Last week I was cleaning a bit and decided to start reading through the pile.
Homegoing by Frederick Pohl. About froglike aliens who brought up a human and are bringing him back to Earth and will attempt to help the Earthlings who have all but ruined the planet…Or so they say.. BWAHAHAHAHAHA….. It was the kind of book I would only suggest you read if you’re cleaning out your closet and it’s onhand.
Software by Rudy Rucker. A cyberpunk novel about an engineer who helped robots gain sentience who then proceed to revolt against mankind and emigrate to the moon. As a favor, they wish to give the engineer immortality…. Or so they say..BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA… Actually, I was surprised that the book was written in 1982 since it holds up fairly well. It wasn’t bad for a book I’ve never heard of before and I’m not even sure how it ended up in my bookshelf. Not good enough to recommend people to go out and get but if you’re cleaning out your closet and you come across a copy by all means enjoy.
The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin. A story about a boy who becomes wealthy early through publishing, who then goes on to invent bi-focals, a glass armonica, and the lightning rod while adding greatly to electric theory while helping to found a country. He doesn’t even try to make this story believable.
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving. Read this on the train on my iPhone since I finished Software and had nothing better to do. I hadn’t realized how short it was since they’ve made several full length movies of it.
The Color Purple by Alice Walker. I was a bit confused since I had assumed that this was a biography of Prince. Good book nonetheless. Somebody should make a movie of it.
Animal Farm by George Orwell. I know, I know. I had never read it. I was glad to see that the pigs became tyrants. It makes bacon that much more satisfying.
Timescape by Gregory Benford. Surprisingly good story about using Tachyons to send messages back to 1963 in an attempt to save the planet. The only problem was I found the characters in 1963 much more fascinating than the ones in “present” time.
House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. You either love this book or hate it. I thought it was ok. It’s Amityville Horror with a pinch of At The Mountains of Madness, wrapped up in a TARDIS and deep fried in a word jumble.
When is the last time you wrote a letter? Not an e-mail. And not using a computer and printer but an actual handwritten letter using one of those hollowed out tubes filled with liquid pigment of some sort. Oh what the devil did they call those things. OH! A PEN!
On Christmas Day, 1990, Charles Bukowski received a Macintosh IIsi computer and a laser printer from his wife, Linda. The computer utilized the 6.0.7 operating system and was installed with the MacWrite II word processing program. By January 18 of the next year, the computer was up and running and so, after a brief period of fumbling and stumbling, was Bukowski. His output of poems doubled in 1991. In letters he remarked that he had more poems than outlets to send them to. The fact that several books of new poems appeared in the years following Bukowski’s death in 1994 can partially be attributed to this amazing burst of creative energy late in life. The Macintosh IIsi helped to enable this creative explosion.
Charles Bukowski and his Apple ComputerFlying in the face of the adage “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” Bukowski kept an open mind about new technologies. Although he wondered if Dostoevsky would have ever used a computer or if he would lose his soul as a writer, Bukowski quickly realized the substantial benefits of the Macintosh and wondered how he ever wrote without one, considering the typewriter archaic. In correspondence, Bukowski championed his computer to friends, stating that they would never regret getting one for themselves. Linda signed Bukowski up for a computer class, and he went willingly, demonstrating his eagerness to master the new technology. A short time later, Bukowski characteristically claimed that he had a secret, foolproof system for dealing with his computer’s many shutdowns and malfunctions, much like he had a system at the racetrack.