Just finished reading Ender’s Game. I bought it on Tuesday and couldn’t put it down. The checkout girl at the bookstore told me not to start it if I had any work to do. Oh well. The newsnets in the book sound very much like Usenet, I wonder if Card came up with them on his own.
The thing that bugs me most about this whole Evolution/Creationism thing is that, once again, the rest of the world is enjoying a good belly laugh at America’s expense.
I graduate in December so I have to start thinking about where I want to work. I could work at Entire, which would be nice because there are so many cool people there. Ev and Allison want me to come to Hanover, which is about the nicest place I can think of to live but I don’t know if I’ll find any jobs I like there. There are some interesting companies in Boston, like Ars Digita, but I wouldn’t want to live in the city and commuting would suck. Decisions, decisions…
“All you need’s a story. Voice is a miracle. Voice is what happens when you shitcan the cover-up. Deep-six the conspiracy of silence. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.” Everyone should subscribe to Entropy Gradient Reversals.
“There was a day when I was in fifth grade when I was walking down the street with Sam Witten, who was the guy a little bit older who lived around the corner who I admired, who seemed more worldly. And I was trying to explain to him this problem I was having in thinking about how to talk to other people. And the problem was that… I was very aware that in different kinds of groups of people, I could talk to them in this way where they would open up to me and they would like me, but the person I was presenting them with was a very partial version of my self… And I couldn’t figure out, I kept turning it over and over in my head. Which was the real self? The one I was presenting to him? Or the one I was presenting to the tougher kids? Or the one I was presenting to my parents?” Feed interviews Ira Glass. Glass is host and co-producer of This American Life, one of my favorite radio shows.