Spent some time in bed this morning finishing Murakami's MEN WITHOUT WOMEN. I may need another short story collection or one of his novels to fully scratch the itch; it's like Jandek, when I get in the mood nothing else will do.
I just got a message via LinkedIn from a man who tracked me from another social media platform that is currently overrun with Nazis. He wanted to let me know that he loves boobs.
In the 80s I worked in a building with a then-novel open office plan. The co. used white noise to dampen sound. I could feel it pressing on my pineal gland (I swear). Leaving the building was like coming up from underwater. I should have quit that job for a number of reasons.
When I was 14 Oscar passed over "2001: A Space Odyssey" for best picture and screenplay, so I decided the Oscars were bullshit and not to be taken seriously.
I've changed my mind about a lot of things since then.
Really amazingly bad and tone-deaf customer service.
It is emotionally wrenching to buy a bargain book by PKD or Lem and then find that, oops, nice try, dude, but you can't read this book on the device we sold you; sorry....
Guns: If tens of thousands of people were dying at intersections because there were no stop signs or traffic lights, wouldn’t you want the government to install stop signs and traffic lights? Or would you say to hell with that, you have the right to drive and that’s that, end of discussion?