SPOOK-y thoughts, etc.
There's something deeply meta about swimming along, listening to an audiobook on one's waterproofed ipod, when one of the book's major themes concerns superimposing the virtual on the real, and there's a subplot about transferring datafiles via ipod.
Incidentally, has anyone else noticed (someone MUST have) how many of William Gibson's books involve a rootless, disaffected person in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties who's given unlimited resources by a mysterious person or company to go on an apparently quixotic quest to find a mysterious, almost mythical object? Does Gibson really want to write fantasy instead?
And hey, reviewing audiobooks means that I've fulfilled one of my important goals--to shift work to the pool. Sort of an insane goal, really. Now I can get paid to swim laps. I've been paid to read, paid to watch TV. These are all good. Still trying to get paid to eat. I'm sure I would be a fabu restaurant reviewer. Maybe someone needs a full-time ice cream reviewer.
Incidentally, has anyone else noticed (someone MUST have) how many of William Gibson's books involve a rootless, disaffected person in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties who's given unlimited resources by a mysterious person or company to go on an apparently quixotic quest to find a mysterious, almost mythical object? Does Gibson really want to write fantasy instead?
And hey, reviewing audiobooks means that I've fulfilled one of my important goals--to shift work to the pool. Sort of an insane goal, really. Now I can get paid to swim laps. I've been paid to read, paid to watch TV. These are all good. Still trying to get paid to eat. I'm sure I would be a fabu restaurant reviewer. Maybe someone needs a full-time ice cream reviewer.