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Highspeed Internet at the Sheraton Vancouver Hotel. This is lux.
Quite a change from the erratic dial-up on the island where we live in Desolation Sound.
Seems apt to be launching my website and entering my first blog from Vancouver, here in WilliamGibsonland.
I wonder who is out there. I hope this will be fun.
The book tour for my new novel, "All Over Creation," starts tomorrow,
and I'm excited/anxious/scared...
It's always hard to make the transition from private to public,
hard to leave the cats and the chickens behind,
and it's really hard to be contemplating a month and a half of air travel right now.
Spent the ferry ride reading a great article by Jonathan Schell, in the new Harper's, entitled "No More Unto The Breach: Part 1: Why War if Futile."
Not that I needed any convincing, but if you know anyone who does, tell them to read this. Excellent historical perspective on the past century of war-making.
More on this later.
For now...I just want to get this blog thing happening. I hope to see my friends out there. Check out the tour schedule on the website, and drop by and say hi. It's an excellent time for solidarity.
As will be gathered
from these notes of mine,
I am the sort of person
who approves
of what others abhor
and detests
the things they like.
—Sei Shonagon, The Pillow Book
circa 1000 AD
Clearly,
if Sei Shonagon had had access
to the Internet,
she would have had a weblog
instead of a Pillowbook.
—Ruth Ozeki, Weblog
circa 2000 AD
It starts with the earth. How can it not? Imagine the planet like a split
peach, whose pit forms the core, whose flesh its mantle, and whose fuzzy skin
its crust - no, that doesn't do justice to the crust, which is, after all, where
all of life takes place.
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