Someone recently said that Philip K. Dick made a career out of making
you wonder what was real or not, and this book is very much in that
space.
Pleased to read that the best card game ever, Shithead, is known as
Shit Pants (Paskahousu) in Finland.
I’ve just started reading this. It’s a very well regarded novel from
Philip K. Dick set in an alternate 1960s where America has lost the
war.
Watching the first couple of series of the West Wing from 1999-2001 and it already looks dated:
– what once looked like a manic tempo of corridor conversations is now standard or pedestrian compared to today’s offices – some social issues such as controversies around gay marriage seem WTF – the tech is comical. Mobiles are hardly ever used and monitors are massive (apart from black PowerBooks with upside down Apple logos) – the tight news agenda of “It’ll be in the papers tomorrow” has been blown apart by Twitter – they bask in economic growth
Spurred me to break the ice and send Christmas cards to a couple of
people I’d grown apart from.
I wonder how many of my songs it will recognise.
A mix of solo songs and Gorky’s favourites. Euros was both angelic and goofy.
I’d like an iPhone app called DumbPhone which would alleviate
distraction and overuse of the interweb by blanking out all apps other
than the actual phone.
Probably my favourite singer. Everything he’s done has been great and I’d love him to release more solo stuff – it’s been ages.
My dad’s recipe. It really works.
It seems strange to read this biography just a couple of months after
his death. Even slightly disrespectful.
