Book thirty-seven of 2019: Fall, or Dodge in Hell, by Neal Stephenson. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Still top of my favorite current authors list, Stephenson once again keeps my mind churning with a huge, complex, fascinating SF/F mishmash of VR worlds and religion.
Enthusiastically Ambiverted Hopepunk
Whatever I’m geeking out about at the time.
In memory of Mad magazine and Alfred E. Neuman, 1952-2019. What, me worry?
The one issue I keep is part of my Star Trek collection; the bust I inherited from my dad, and dates from around 1960.
Odd/amusing side effect of having been interested in geeky things for decades, and also having a number of friends and acquaintances in the local burlesque scene:
Though greatly separated both temporally and contextually, about half the time I see someone post about the BHOF (Burlesque Hall of Fame), my brain first sees BOFH (Bastard Operator From Hell) and takes a brief moment to recalibrate.
Status check: I’m now 20% of the way through my project of reading (or re-reading, for those I’ve read before) every Hugo Best Novel award-winning book. 📚
Hear what a genderless AI voice sounds like—and consider why it matters. This is really neat, both in the science of how it was created, and in its potential for broader applicability if the companies behind voice assistants adopt it.
The rust upon
the roof of tin
shall see your heart
and know your sin.
(I absolutely love this.)