For me, this is beyond fascinating. A great piece of photojournalism.
The glasses of tomorrow … today! No, that’s not their ad campaign, but it’d be a whole lot cooler if it was.
This was retweeted by @adambaldwin, and it’s pretty good advice: - How to Write a Novel. Bonus? It’s 40 words that explains how to do it and the major potential pitfalls, all true.
Dat’s right - Free Love for Sale has moved up an impressive 100,000+ spots in the last week. Many thanks for those of you who purchased this watershed entry into American letters. I was thinking of doing a spoken-word version – I wonder if Jimmy from South Park is available?
If I crack the top 50,000, I’ll be hosting a kegger.
Your first question was surely, “There’s actually 257,000 books available at the Kindle store?” I suspect I’m near the bottom, but having written a novel that doesn’t fit neatly into any one category and, having no name recognition or inherent marketing skills, I don’t complain.
However, the book – which took 14 years to complete – only costs $.99, so you’l have to be a dickhead to visit this site more than once or twice and not buy a copy – seriously. I’ve never asked for donations before, I don’t push Amazon affiliate stuff, and I hate the idea of blogs with tip jars. So, with that said, buy a copy of the book, squirrel it away on your smart phone, and read it in the shitter when watching paint dry ain’t doing the trick. Most of the chapters take about as long to read as a morning deuce, so there’s that.
Here’s the jacket copy and thank you in advance for buying a copy of FLFS:
Set during the Spring 1997 semester at Foster College, Free Love for Sale follows housemates Tate, Gwen, Jicky and Sevie as they navigate the cultural minefield of late 20th century college life. Foster College is a place where Mom’s Weekend is a hyper-sexual bacchanal, rape is a political issue and college students take their cues from the adults around them during the last great American economic boom time. The quartet’s house serves as the college’s hallucinogenic circus, an over-sized dilapidated structure through which most Foster College students and north Texas pleasure seekers tend to enter and disappear. Free Love for Sale exists as a time capsule of college life at the end of the 20th century, a how-to guide and cautionary tale regarding the unbridled, relentless pursuit of hedonism among the youngest members of Generation X as they complete their formal schooling, a celebration of consumption and a warning about the dangers of nihilism that often follow in its wake.
Haven’t done this in awhile, so here ya go:
Here’s a small excerpt from Chapter 2 of Silea Penth, my project in National Novel Writing Month. No context is needed.
I began thinking seriously about the battlestation concept when visiting White City last year and seeing my brother-in-law’s rig. At that time, it was mainly a treadmill desk, which still strikes me as one of the better concepts of z’AgeofInternetz. Now, a year later, his materpiece is complete. Above, you see it when it’s in sit mode – that’s an Apple 27″ monitor with mounted laptop in the background. After the jump, watch it trnasform…
Although what I’m sharing here isn’t an example of it, I’m actually a good cook. With that, said, even the best of home-grown kitchendorks whip up some failure on occasion. This is an example of mine.
Believe it or not, this is a crepe. It’s supposed to be shaped like a slice of pizza with nice, smooth lines. This was my fifth – and worst – attempt at the crepe, and it was so … ugly … that I thought I would share. I could blame my hosts’ ancient range, but the problem was more than likely my use of butter to oil the crepe pan combined with heat that was too low.
Anyway, after the jump, you can see my attempt at the Martha Stewart Ghost Cake – it’s ugly, but I make no claims at my baking ability – it was pretty tasty, though.