Crash bang wallop: it’s that kind of day. I thought I had already resigned myself to the fact that February will just be a dead run, but then I have to take another breath and realise I still need to run faster. That first week in March I will dissolve into a week of pure pleasure and indolence, so don’t worry about me. Besides, I’m doing all kinds of exciting things. Among them: This Sunday I will be at Amber Polo’s Wordshaping blog talking about why I write fantasy. Monday I will have a piece up at the Spectator Arts blog about Fall fans. I just volunteered to read Ogden Nash poems between the pieces of Saint-Saëns’ “Le carnaval des animaux”on April 8th. Lunch out today and Rasputina in concert tonight! Did I mention Rome in just a couple of weeks? 😀 Of course, it’s Thursday and time for my column. My title was inspired by the National Midnight Star headline. Love that SCTV!
The Internet Will Kill You
You’d think that all the stress and trouble of its feral childhood could be put behind us now. After all, your grandmother is on Facebook and your dad tweets for the local council and your mom has reached the alchemist level on Worlds of Warcraft by employing a fleet of poorly paid Chinese students who mine virtual gold in their spare time.
And yet we are no closer to normalcy. In a world where Justin Bieber is possible, anything can go wrong. We even have the experts throwing up their hands in despair or shamefacedly stubbing their toes in the dirt and muttered, “I just don’t know.” The Tools for Change conference this week latched onto literate member of the Twitterati, Margaret Atwood, to talk about her experiences as an author in the digital age.
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