Assorted bullshit about video games, language, music, and some other unabashedly personal shit. And maybe some stuff that's kind of funny? I don't know. I just don't fucking know, alright? Would you give me a fucking break? Jesus, Mom.

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I also write Britishisms, a blog about moving to the US, and Tuneage, a music blog I co-founded. I curate Give Me Something to Read. I started Word Journal, and I occasionally contribute to The Small Picture.

nostrich at quisby dot net

5th October 2009

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One reason I really like the idea of Give Me Something To Read (and the execution, but I’m a little biased there) is because of how rote the web has become for people like us — geeks with a thirst for information: we set up massive incoming torrents and feeds and dashboards of content, and then make it a race to read it all (and complain and brag when we can’t).

So once in a while, it’s nice to calm the hell down — take a break from Apples and productivity and venture capitals and fonts — and read something totally frivolous and unrelated, about nothing of any particular consequence, like an account of finding cigars in Cuba or falling in love with an assassin in Colombia. Something that just makes me say “wow.” Something memorable.

And then I go back to trying to keep up with the Apple rumor mill.