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Friday, August 24, 2007
So I'm finally back in Providence. A couple of pictures of my apartment in the early morning (thanks to jetlag) to whet your appetite.

One of my crazy housemates was still sleeping, while the other was rolling in the mud.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007
So I decided to rearrange my Bookmarks Folder in Safari today. I don't heavily use bookmarks, and rely fully on URL completion to complete my internet itinerary.

I like giving my folders techno-slick, poly-syllabic names. Wanna guess what they hold inside them?

Friday, August 10, 2007
Here's killing three birds with that lone proverbial stone.

Hot on the heels of the international release of Gibson's latest novel Spook Country (see the last post on Aug 1), a day after Singapore's 42nd year of independence, and on the day I turn 23, I dig up a gem from the vaults of Wired.com - what if a cyberpunk guru did a travel diary on Singapore?

Hit it up here. Like my brother quipped, Singapore's come a long way from 1993, but Gibson's smuggled some kickass phrases past the MICA censors that make me chuckle.

He complains that music stores have been "vetted by Mormon missionaries", and shudders to report that Singapore is "all infrastructure". Gibson acutally gets a pretty good (albiet truncated) angle on the pervasive government control from dating to outdoor dining, and (in a pleasant surprise) for an angmoh baby boomer, he actually manages to wield Singlish with the seh of any government-educated middle-class kid.

Now 10 years on, as I type this blogpost via the high-speed government-sanctioned broadband pipeline that Gibson himself cast a typically dystopian doubt upon, I'll finish with this: yes, it is possible to "flourish through the active repression of free expression", because man doesn't live on bread (or free expression) alone.

Sadly, man doesn't live on peace, progress, or prosperity, either.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007
William Gibson has a new novel coming out next month. I have to admit, he's one of my favourite writers still living. I am rather miffed that I miss his book tour in the US, but that's OK - I'll probably get my hands on the new book here in Singapore. Eat that, Harry Potter.

Watch the embedded QuickTime clip on Gibson's website till the end. Isn't it oddly ironic that a man who's made his living creating literary universes whose inhabitants wouldn't survive a day without a keyboard - isn't it odd that he can barely hit 40 WPM?