The usual yelling at you: If you haven’t yet caught up with Leverage on TNT, you’re depriving yourself of the best new TV series of 2008.
Roll credits:
The usual yelling at you: If you haven’t yet caught up with Leverage on TNT, you’re depriving yourself of the best new TV series of 2008.
Roll credits:
Into Temptation: Sexual Networks, Culture and Society
“Into Temptation” is a not-necessarily safe-for-work (or anywhere else) forum about evolving social-sexual networks and how they have changed and are changing lives. It will also loosely chronicle the research, writing and publication, I hope in 2010, of a book by the same name.
Jeff was ahead of the curve with medical tourism (see below links).
I wonder if he’s read Crooked Little Vein by Warren Ellis?
That might be news for him!
Previously here:
Jeff Schult: New Medical Tourism Site
Spitzer: The Last Drop
Meet Jeff Schult (And His Teeth!)
Some Days Are Better Than Others
I’m sure that all of you who write have experienced it.
Things seem to be going well. The words are coming out smoothly. You’re in the flow. And then…
You hit that place, that certain point, where you can’t seem to go any further. The words and ideas have suddenly stopped. It’s like beating the bottom of that damn ketchup bottle, and nothing, but nothing, will come out!
Oh yeah.
But it’s still a fine madness …
… even when it makes us feel like that!
And you’ll get a wonderful story in a tweet. He calls these “Twisters.”
This is a collection of some from the past few days:
It takes hours to finish a book, even for the fastest readers. This wasn’t a problem when books had less competition, but with the three massive timesinks of cable TV, videogames, and the internet, people look at that massive time investment, and they get apprehensive. Sure, they know that books can be just as enjoyable as movies or games, if not more. They may even feel guilty about not reading. But what if this book is no good? What if I end up hating it? What if I can’t understand it? Imagine all the time wasted! And so they stop before they even start.
A long, detailed, and excellent article.
Strangely, public libraries aren’t mentioned at all.
This is a post I’ve kept putting off. Things happen.
Then Wayne MacPhail tweeted this photo he took inside a bookstore:
It gave me a feeling of absolute horror — and I knew the time had come to actually do this post.
There I was several months ago in a bookstore. One of the few still remaining in Manhattan that offers overstock at incredibly-reduced prices.
And I found a book I would have liked to have.
But I couldn’t bring myself to buy it.
I kept having flashbacks to all the times I’ve had to get boxes, put the books in boxes, carry the damned boxes, move the damn boxes, unpack the damn boxes, and again arrange the damn hundreds and hundreds of pounds of printed paper books.
That book would have been another pound to lug around. Another frikkin object hanging like an albatross around my neck, limiting my mobility, weighing me down, reminding me that it will remain when I’m gone.
Let me say again: I really wanted the book.
But I physically could not buy it.
I’ve developed a bizarre allergy to printed books — of the kind that are bought and owned and have to be moved around and that are always looked at and that are also a reminder of one’s mortality.
Library books I don’t have that problem with.
I can temporarily lug them home, even have a pile, read them, and then poof! back to the library they go.
But I want to own books.
I feel a guilt at not giving writers their rightful payment for reading.
Plus, with things being the way they are — and have been — I can no longer count on any public library having a copy of anything on its shelves. I once had to go to the Northern part of Manhattan just to read a short story by Barry N. Malzberg because only the City University had a back issue of the pulp magazine it was printed in!
This is another reason why I am an eBook militant.
I’ve never been a paper fetishist. My first collection of books were mass-market paperbacks. I never liked the size and weight of trade paperbacks and hardcovers. But I eventually amassed a collection of those too. I couldn’t help it: Publishing had changed and there was no longer a guarantee of anything in hardcover or trade paper moving down to cheap paperback!
But the book as an object I came to see for what it is: A cage for the words within it.
It’s the words — it’s always been the words — that interested me. Never the packagaing, never the jail the words were locked-up in.
I can’t be the only one out there who feels a sense of material liberation with eBooks.
Recently, a writer I’ve written about in this blog left a Comment offering to ship me a whole big bunch of books I’d blogged about. I never published that Comment because I couldn’t explain why I couldn’t accept more printed books. Even free ones. Even free ones from a writer whose work I admire!
So, this post has been something I’ve needed to do, in reply to that writer.
And to also explain why I have come to absolutely hate printed books.
Yes: But they’re better weapons as eBooks!
“Happy Bus” now available as a free eBook for iPhone, Sony Reader and more.
I’m proud to announce that I’ve made “Taking the Happy Bus on Home,” a short story from my collection The Love Book, available as a free eBook for the iPhone, Sony Reader, Kindle and a just about every other device on the planet.
At FeedBooks for ePub, Mobipocket/Kindle, PDF, Sony Reader, iLiad, Custom PDF (the last option requires registration; all others do not):
One of the short stories from Ken Wohlrob’s new collection, The Love Book. An epidemic of suicide hits a retirement community in Ohio and one couple begins to question the value of their final days together. These are very modern fables, with a great heart, a very biting sense of humor, and fully-fleshed out characters that you can sink your teeth into.
Buy a copy of the book or learn more about the author at www.kenwohlrob.com
iPhone/iPod Touch users can grab it using Stanza. See details here.
He’s led some life.
When I was born, the doctor handed me to my mother and said, “Mrs. Ziglar, you have a perfectly fine, healthy baby boy.” Nine days later he picked me up and sadly shook his head, indicating that I was dead. Yes, I died when I was nine days old. However, my family has told me that my grandmother walked to me, picked me up, held me in her hands, and started talking to me. Of course, we all know that she was not really talking to *me* . . and in a matter of seconds breath came back into my body; at age seventy-five it’s obvious I lived.
My friends, it’s been like that ever since.
— Zig: The Autobiography of Zig Ziglar by Zig Ziglar; pg. 1
And here’s a lesson that was swept aside in the Rush to Greed from the 1980s on …
Coach Jobie Harris was my history teacher, and in many ways he changed and enriched my life. He taught me more than American history. He once said, “If you have an ability that goes beyond providing for your own needs, you have a responsibility to use that ability to reach down and help those up who do not have that capacity. As a matter of fact, if you don’t reach down and help lift up those less fortunate, the day will come when due to sheer weight of numbers, they will reach up and pull you down.”
— Zig: The Autobiography of Zig Ziglar by Zig Ziglar; pg. 71
Emphasis added by me.
Right, if you did not watch the minor spoilerage in the later BBC trailer here, do not go further!
If you did see that trailer you can go ahead and click through with this guarantee: NO spoilers ahead!
The usual berating: If you haven’t yet caught up with Leverage on TNT, you are depriving yourself of the best new TV series of 2008.
Episode 4 aired last night and Santa delivered it to me quickly. But I tarried today, so this post doesn’t reflect the early gift I got.
Let me start out as usual, rolling the credits so everyone can take a bow:
A priest is having his church taken away from him due to underhanded land development. How can the team prevent that?
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