This video on YouTube by AbeBooks tells why in a very entertaining way. Basically chemical decomp. Just like us.
How does the aroma of a Kindle compare?
(graphic from LOL Zombie)
It is perhaps an irony that one of the best places I’ve found contemplating the possible futures of the book is Slate magazine, founded as a Microsoft attempt at the digital future. What Will Become of the Digital Book by Michael Agresta presents current evidence of possible futures, including the example below: an artwork made into sausage stuffed with the ground up works of Hegel.
Here’s an article covering a book on the human instinct for fiction. Why do storytellers lie? The conclusions seems self evident to me–how else to make sense of the world?
Sounds like an interesting book. Love that they used a pic from The Princess Bride.
Here’s a good read: Ross McMeekin’s story “Personal Space” from his building collection of stories set in health clubs. I heard him read this at Hugo House. Very fine.
This article in Slate ‘splains why there’s not much knead to be a good speler if you’re behind a key bord. I cant spel for beans without spel czech.
Funny that the only thing with a red underline above is ‘splains.
A comic from Tastefully Offensive on the logical evolution of books beyond the electronic.
Story by Y. Truly in Brink called “Moaning Lisa and the Wall of Gum.” Those of you familiar with the Seattle WOG may recognize your favorite flavor within.
Slate published this handy guide to what different types of writers can get away with in terms of making stuff up. As a fiction writer, I rarely bother my head about such trifles as the truth. Some might say the same about my non-fiction. Very entertaining.
An Equity Position in Coffee Spoons is a new flash fiction of mine published in Atticus Review. I had to cut the short quote at the top to make a word limit. But this is my blog, so the Eliot goes back in:
For I have known them all already, known them all;
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
- The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
T. S. Eliot
