<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085</id><updated>2009-07-30T21:58:37.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibson Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>William Gibson blog</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/blog.asp'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/blogger_rss.xml'/><author><name>Webmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18155588594159650714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>747</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-638132083605159051</id><published>2009-07-30T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:58:37.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY POOR OLD BLOG'S JUST SITTING HERE...</title><content type='html'>While I write this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, however, try this:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/GreatDismal"&gt; @GreatDismal &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do find microblogging congenial (not to mention collegial) and most of what I was doing here, before, was exactly that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-638132083605159051?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/638132083605159051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/638132083605159051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_07_01_archive.asp#638132083605159051' title='MY POOR OLD BLOG&apos;S JUST SITTING HERE...'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-5028777110278862204</id><published>2009-07-20T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:16:41.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUNCAN JONES' MOON</title><content type='html'>My favorite sf on film usually consists of brief luminous moments in what are generally rather low-budget and often actually very bad movies. The outstanding big-budget exceptions of course being Alien and Blade Runner. Duncan Jones' Moon challenges my aesthetic of brilliant pebbles, though, because it's so tightly and consistently excellent. It does everything I want an sf film to do, and none of the things I don't want an sf film to do. How did *that* ever happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-5028777110278862204?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/5028777110278862204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/5028777110278862204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_07_01_archive.asp#5028777110278862204' title='DUNCAN JONES&apos; MOON'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-4878970641873476953</id><published>2009-07-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:02:29.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR QUOTIDIAN ALEPH</title><content type='html'>"Aleph" as in the Borges story: the spot under the basement stairs from which can simultaneously be seen all things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously profoundly amazing and definitively boring: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pingwire.com/"&gt; PingWire &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't step in the same river twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-4878970641873476953?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/4878970641873476953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/4878970641873476953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_07_01_archive.asp#4878970641873476953' title='OUR QUOTIDIAN ALEPH'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-6270237771654062727</id><published>2009-07-15T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:49:51.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD THING I'M NOT AN ACADEMIC</title><content type='html'>Had planned to sort through all the responses to my Orwell quote query and lay the result out here, but it turns out that I am a working novelist (among other things). So here's what I would tell you if you ran into me on the street and asked me about it: I doubt Orwell wrote it. It may have been cobbled together from a line in his essay on nationalism, and another, quoting Kipling, in his essay on Kipling. Weirdly, the very nearest thing to it is an authentic Churchill quote. As to how it became widely accepted as an Orwell quote, your guess is as good as mine. A great many of the people who most enjoy quoting it, I imagine, would actually be happier with it if it were a Churchill quote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-6270237771654062727?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/6270237771654062727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/6270237771654062727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_07_01_archive.asp#6270237771654062727' title='GOOD THING I&apos;M NOT AN ACADEMIC'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-408760482017248450</id><published>2009-07-12T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:10:55.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUERY: RE THE AUTHORITARIAN'S FAVORITE ORWELL QUOTE</title><content type='html'>"People sleep peacefully in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often this is given as "Good people..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been unable to source this back to a specific piece of GO's prose. Have encountered the opinion that it is not an actual GO quotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone help? Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-408760482017248450?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/408760482017248450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/408760482017248450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_07_01_archive.asp#408760482017248450' title='QUERY: RE THE AUTHORITARIAN&apos;S FAVORITE ORWELL QUOTE'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-685703826152795815</id><published>2009-06-23T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:24:48.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOLE THEORY OF BEAUTIFUL LANGUAGE</title><content type='html'>'My whole theory of beautiful language holds that it comes from nameless, groups of people looking for a more expressive way to say something. I'm always thankful to get a note where someone praises a sentence I wrote. But what I really want is the kind of genius that takes "I'm leaving" and turns it into "I'm ghost" and then takes "I'm ghost" and turns it into "I'm Swayze." Seriously, what kid decided to pull "Ducat" out of obscurity (at least obscurity for us 80s city kids) and use it as easy as bread, or ends, or greenbacks? Who decided that a gun should be called a "heater" and then a "toaster" and then finally a "biscuit"?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/nwvr8y"&gt; Ta-Nehisi Coates &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-685703826152795815?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/685703826152795815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/685703826152795815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_06_01_archive.asp#685703826152795815' title='WHOLE THEORY OF BEAUTIFUL LANGUAGE'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-6585855093367019916</id><published>2009-06-21T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:06:06.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"LAWFUL INTERCEPT FUNCTIONALITY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/lu97cb"&gt; Nokia Siemens Networks &lt;/a&gt; on the job in Iran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-6585855093367019916?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/6585855093367019916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/6585855093367019916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_06_01_archive.asp#6585855093367019916' title='&quot;LAWFUL INTERCEPT FUNCTIONALITY&quot;'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-2062030880284053797</id><published>2009-06-18T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:47:28.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRANZ KAFKA, MEN'S OUTERWEAR DESIGNER</title><content type='html'>He was slim but firmly built, his clothes were black and close-fitting, with many folds and pockets, buckles and buttons and a belt, all of which gave the impression of being very practical but without making it very clear what they were actually for.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" asked K., sitting half upright in his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The Trial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-2062030880284053797?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/2062030880284053797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/2062030880284053797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_06_01_archive.asp#2062030880284053797' title='FRANZ KAFKA, MEN&apos;S OUTERWEAR DESIGNER'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-455580994619015519</id><published>2009-06-10T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:09:03.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FESTO AIR JELLY</title><content type='html'>I have become a huge fan of all things &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_citFkSNtk&amp;feature=related"&gt; Festo &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-455580994619015519?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/455580994619015519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/455580994619015519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_06_01_archive.asp#455580994619015519' title='FESTO AIR JELLY'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-4769097784959604043</id><published>2009-06-05T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:01:55.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CIVILIZATION</title><content type='html'>Video mural art for the elevator in New York's new branch of &lt;a href="http://motionographer.com/theater/marco-brambilla-civilization/"&gt; The Standard &lt;/a&gt;. Stuff's finally starting to look like the 21st Century. Next, your shower curtain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-4769097784959604043?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/4769097784959604043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/4769097784959604043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_06_01_archive.asp#4769097784959604043' title='CIVILIZATION'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-4904087656615292589</id><published>2009-06-02T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:50:35.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRADITIONAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/p4qdsk"&gt; The License &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-4904087656615292589?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/4904087656615292589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/4904087656615292589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_06_01_archive.asp#4904087656615292589' title='TRADITIONAL'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-1526901290760748936</id><published>2009-05-31T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:00:20.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME OF THE WHOPPER</title><content type='html'>The most common human act that writing a novel resembles is lying. We lie daily, very complexly, and at great length. If not for our excessive vanity and our over-active imaginations, we would be quite difficult to deceive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-1526901290760748936?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/1526901290760748936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/1526901290760748936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_05_01_archive.asp#1526901290760748936' title='HOME OF THE WHOPPER'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-7632535059368757089</id><published>2009-05-30T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:30:26.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, THAT'S STILL REALLY ME</title><content type='html'>On Twitter, as GreatDismal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get it hooked up here, eventually. Too busy in the gomi-strewn book-building hangar at present to sort that out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-7632535059368757089?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/7632535059368757089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/7632535059368757089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_05_01_archive.asp#7632535059368757089' title='YES, THAT&apos;S STILL REALLY ME'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-6652525735883249748</id><published>2009-05-27T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:37:48.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMINATORS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/129cNE"&gt; No problemo. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-6652525735883249748?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/6652525735883249748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/6652525735883249748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_05_01_archive.asp#6652525735883249748' title='TRANSFORMINATORS'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-7724117628662385582</id><published>2009-05-26T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:35:07.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S IN A NAME?</title><content type='html'>Zero History, a novel in progress, by William Gibson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.shaw.ca/wxy123/Whole_Foods_Dystopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.shaw.ca/wxy123/Whole_Foods_Dystopia.jpg" width=95%&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image: Alan Nazarian, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-7724117628662385582?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/7724117628662385582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/7724117628662385582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_05_01_archive.asp#7724117628662385582' title='WHAT&apos;S IN A NAME?'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-6629729353343377833</id><published>2009-05-22T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:58:48.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY MODERNISM WAS GOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/snD9g"&gt; ?????-????? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-6629729353343377833?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/6629729353343377833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/6629729353343377833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_05_01_archive.asp#6629729353343377833' title='WHY MODERNISM WAS GOOD'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-8224890264320971734</id><published>2009-05-15T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:15:05.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>140 CHARACTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://infocult.typepad.com/infocult/"&gt; Tweet &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-8224890264320971734?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/8224890264320971734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/8224890264320971734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_05_01_archive.asp#8224890264320971734' title='140 CHARACTERS'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-4771832245737531839</id><published>2009-05-12T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:52:26.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAQUETTE</title><content type='html'>Bigend’s office, when Milgrim was finally ushered in, was windowless and surprisingly small. Perhaps it wasn’t that specifically his office, Milgrim thought. It didn’t look like an office anyone worked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swedish boy who’d brought Milgrim in put a gray folder on the teak desk and left silently. There was nothing else on the desk except for a stubby combat shotgun that appeared to have been made from solidified Pepto-Bismol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-4771832245737531839?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/4771832245737531839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/4771832245737531839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_05_01_archive.asp#4771832245737531839' title='MAQUETTE'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-6760032248540644141</id><published>2009-05-03T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T07:58:50.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWITTER...</title><content type='html'>Is one of those phenomena that don't easily yield to journalism. Its experiential nature is participatory. People tend to like things like that a lot, to the annoyance of journalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Twitter factoid: bbcbreaking has (this morning) 90023 followers, but is following only 1 (one).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-6760032248540644141?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/6760032248540644141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/6760032248540644141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_05_01_archive.asp#6760032248540644141' title='TWITTER...'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-3141653427536660155</id><published>2009-05-01T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:50:52.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWITTERING</title><content type='html'>I've been on Twitter for a little while now. Under the nom-de-twit GreatDismal (no space). I had not much of an idea what Twitter was, when I first went there, so signed in under a flag of convenience. Still have no idea what it is, or where it's going, but will hang on to GreatDismal for simplicity's sake. At some point I might figure out how to incorporate it here, but then again maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit self-conscious, pausing in the course of my day to recommend a particular make and model (and color) of Swiss ballpoint, but it's how my mind works (and a great pen, for around $20). Browsing Twitter, I think it's how a lot of minds work. (Or recommending a brilliant Scientific Armerican piece on reverse-engineering the human penis. That's a good one. Deeper, as it were.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have never been attracted to "social networking" sites before. They all seemed too clunky, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-3141653427536660155?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/3141653427536660155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/3141653427536660155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_05_01_archive.asp#3141653427536660155' title='TWITTERING'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-8343362972038295301</id><published>2009-04-30T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:52:45.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE REAL HISTORY OF SCIENCE FICTION</title><content type='html'>Not the usual embarrassing small town boosterism, but the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orbitbooks.net/2009/04/30/i-have-seen-the-future-and-it-is-me/"&gt; true quill &lt;/a&gt;, as extracted from the shelves of the Womack Library. Ongoing. And sorely needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-8343362972038295301?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/8343362972038295301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/8343362972038295301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_04_01_archive.asp#8343362972038295301' title='THE REAL HISTORY OF SCIENCE FICTION'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-7532920502108148789</id><published>2009-04-29T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:10:20.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STAND BY ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2539741"&gt; Yes indeed. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-7532920502108148789?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/7532920502108148789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/7532920502108148789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_04_01_archive.asp#7532920502108148789' title='STAND BY ME'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-982379920251038932</id><published>2009-04-28T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:17:11.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEEP THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>"If you live in Scotland and you get swine flu, your life expectancy actually goes up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Warren Ellis, on Twitter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-982379920251038932?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/982379920251038932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/982379920251038932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_04_01_archive.asp#982379920251038932' title='DEEP THOUGHT'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-849922943833045083</id><published>2009-04-28T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:56:49.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAPTAIN TRIPS AND THE YEAR OF THE COUGHING PIG DEATH</title><content type='html'>...and all that other exciting we-got-your-'pocalypse-right-here shit aside, &lt;a href="http://www.vancouversun.com/Health/much+knowledge+exaggerate+danger+pandemic/1540616/story.html"&gt; Stephen Hume &lt;/a&gt; makes a case that reminds me strongly of how believing you can win the lottery and believing you'll be killed by terrorists have so very much in common.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-849922943833045083?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/849922943833045083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/849922943833045083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_04_01_archive.asp#849922943833045083' title='CAPTAIN TRIPS AND THE YEAR OF THE COUGHING PIG DEATH'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082085.post-1983769666247063046</id><published>2009-04-24T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:29:13.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DETAINEE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJSXbA9j0Js"&gt; Song #109 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4082085-1983769666247063046?l=www.williamgibsonbooks.com%2Fblog%2Fblog.asp'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/1983769666247063046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4082085/posts/default/1983769666247063046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/2009_04_01_archive.asp#1983769666247063046' title='THE DETAINEE...'/><author><name>Bill</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10091319542093200609'/></author></entry></feed>