Little Anne Exely pulled herself onto the ragged parapet…There, the city vast, brown clouds pumping from the steam stacks over the stone lowlands. The sun ducked low, still a few dwindling minutes until it bid farewell. Where was the golem? Img from: http://iyasakado.com/steel/ori/37/airship.
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Started utilizing Google Reader in earnest. Consumption of internet detritus [http://www.boingboing.net/] shot up 1000%. Aside from the requisite tech stuff, I’ve got music [http://www.brooklynvegan.com/] and concert reviews [http://fochemusic.blogspot.com/], freakonomics [http://freakonomics.blogs.nytimes.com/], fringe science [http://tierneylab.blogs.nytimes.
My bookshelf was filling up. My Barnes and Noble gift cards were depleted. The library was on the other side of town. What ever was I to do! Like any lazy self-respecting procurer of digital media, I fired up a few queries on trusty old isohunt. Low and behold, e-books.
People know Philip K. Dick through film adaptations – Total Recall, Minority Report, Blade Runner, Scanner Darkly. The fact that he’s been such a deep treasure-trove for Hollywood says a lot about his imagination, but not much for his actual writing. The Man in the High Castle is one of