Hello World


Hello World

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Do I look like a writer yet? Maybe a philosopher? Like, a *real* one?

Y’all remember that time that i bartered the *idea* of my book for a great afternoon of beer and discussion? And a *really* shitty football game?

I remember it, like it was yesterday. All of it. Sometimes it just takes a little hint, or 50,000 of ’em.

I’m selling copies of my book for $100 each/and you get to pick the title. Taking pre-orders now.

Delivery should be by the end of the month (of January). Let me know if you have any questions, I came up with a good way of answering them.

Oh, and just to whet your appetite, part of the book is a proof that P=NP (and the obvious corrallary P != NP) and another part of the book is a “graphic novel”.

Oh, and there’s some sex and violence and romance in there as well.

I’m hoping it has rather wide appeal.

Thanks for listening.
peace,
-Roy

UPDATE: I’m giving away the first three chapters for free.  Look up if you can’t find them.  Errr, scroll up.  There is also pre-order information around here somewhere.

Kottke on Wallace

This post is more for me than usual. I’ve got all these tabs open in my browser and need to close them to get some work done so I’m going to put this stuff here for now to revisit later. Any emphasis is mine.

Remembering David Foster Wallace.

I wasn’t nearly as familiar with is work.

It does seem to confirm one true and final rule on great writing.

You have to give your life to it.  Which is to say, you have to be one selfish son-of-a-bitch to get it right.

Or something like it.

One time I told him that a student had come into my office that day and informed me that some of my work on irony had become standard research material for the high school and college debating circuit and that the local debaters were especially excited that David Foster Wallace had joined the Pomona College faculty because his work constituted the anti-irony position–and now the local team, getting an edge on the competition, could claim direct access to the authors of both the irony folder and the anti-irony folder. To which Dave quipped, “You mean like matter and anti-matter?” At that moment, I kid you not, I swear on whatever book you’d have me swear on, that Alanis Morissette’s “Ironic” came on as the background music in the gym. We just glanced at each other and didn’t acknowledge it. I had the definite sense, though, that I had just experienced right then and there a creepy-funny David Foster Wallacesque moment, something weird you’d read about in one of his essays–yet there he was in person, in the flesh, while it happened.

[full homage]

Hmm, looks like I need to read him more.  This stuff happens rather constantly to me.  I’ve written about it a few times.  Even taken pictures and video.  Curious.