Archive for December, 2003

requisite resolutions

In a society so fixed on dates to dictate their emotions, this is the time of year when everyone thinks about how they will improve themselves and their lives in the time to come. In reality, we all do this everyday, but the dominent media of our society tell us that now is the time when we really must think about changing ourselves. Whatever, even a stopped clock tells the correct time twice a day.

So here they are for 2004:

1. stop using cliches in my ‘infant blog’ – to steal a term from chandrasutra

2. write more.

That’s it.

As a writer, these resolutions will surely put me on the path to prosperity (however you define it). It follows that writing more will bring more success, which will bring more happiness, which is the ultimate goal of all resolutions anyway.

So, to ensure the fulfilment of this resolution, last week I set out a challenge to myself. I have already failed it on several occasions, but actually typing it out will put me under more pressure to succeed.

My challenge is to write a chapter a day for my new kids book.

I have the idea and I’m ready to spit out a first draft, which are always terrible and should never be fretted over. The book will be an ‘easy reader’ running about 15 000 words, over 12 chapters. So each chapter is only about 1000 words. 1000 words a day of a first draft is doable (I’m telling myself this, not you).

Since throwing down this challenge, I’ve written three terrible chapters and I’m well on my way to finishing a dispicable fourth. It’s painful to read, but I see the nuggets in there and know where it needs work.

I’ll describe the story in greater detail in a future post, but right now I should get back to writing! And if you’re a writer reading this: Close this window and get back to it!!

Have a good end to ‘03. Be seeing you in ‘04.

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Economists grow the future feed

As the old saying goes “Today’s science fiction is tomorrow’s science fact.” (I don’t know if this is really an old saying, but it’s so apt that there is no way I thought it up – I must have heard it somewhere.)

As this article from the PLoS Biology website explains, scientists and economists are working hard to ensure the M.T. Anderson’s sci-fi device known as the “Feed” becomes tomorrow’s marketing reality.

Yesterday’s feed, mentioned M.T. Anderson’s book also called “Feed“. The Feed in the book is an all encompassing computer network that is implanted in everybody’s brain, transmitting, or “feeding”, a constant stream of intimately customized advertising messages to everyone on the planet. These messages react and anticipate the user’s feelings – “Hey, just get dumped? Check out these new cargo pants! They’ll cheer you up!” With a neural flash, users can purchase those cargo pants and rejoice in that fleeting consumer-rush we all get when we buy something new.

Your brain discovering a great deal! photo courtesy: PLoS website

That orange blob in the brain on the left is that consumer rush. Scientists and behavioral economists are working together to find out how the brain reacts to economic stimulants – like discounted shoes, or sales on cargo pants. Right now they’re working with monkeys and juice rewards, but that’s only a few Boxing Day sales away from getting this info into the hands of WalMart execs.

This sort of teaming up between scientists and economists isn’t new but they are starting to make some big discoveries in determining how our brain works and why we buy – and it’s more effective than chocolate bars at the check out or those stupid ads for crackers on the supermarket floor.

The Feed is coming and this is its ultrasound. Get ready to resist – unless, of course, you actually need a new pair of cargo pants.

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Feed on feed

This is a new blog, so it?s still evolving into whatever it?ll be when it?s done evolving, which won?t be anytime soon. One thing I have thought about is the name of this page, feed. I was proud when I came up with it and started building the page in merry isolation.


I figured feed would be a great title because that?s what I was doing with this page: just sending stuff out for others to consume. I was happy with the positive slant to the title feed.


But then, as with all ideas in this wired (and not wired) world, I figured I?d give it a google and see who else had thought of it (I?m not na?ve enough to think that I was the first). And that?s when I found M.T. Anderson?s book ?Feed?.


I?ve been a big fan of Anderson since 1999, when I read ?Burger Wuss? during my shifts at a major Canadian bookstore that bought out the other major Canadian bookstore. Anyone who has ever worked in a fast food restaurant or was ever 16 must read “Burger Wuss”.


And anyone who has ever interacted with the internet must read ?Feed?. The plot, while very good, is to me, less important than the frame with in which the whole story is set.

Here?s a quote from the blurb on the Candlewick website:



?For Titus and his friends, it started out like any ordinary trip to the moon – a chance to party during spring break and play around with some stupid low-grav at the Ricochet Lounge. But that was before the crazy hacker caused all their feeds to malfunction, sending them to the hospital to lie around with nothing inside their heads for days. And it was before Titus met Violet, a beautiful, brainy teenage girl who knows something about what it?s like to live without the feed-and about resisting its omnipresent ability to categorize human thoughts and desires.


M. T. Anderson has created a brave new world – and a hilarious new lingo – sure to appeal to anyone who appreciates smart satire, futuristic fiction laced with humor, or any story featuring skin lesions as a fashion statement.


Identity crises, consumerism, and star-crossed teenage love in a futuristic society where people connect to the Internet via feeds implanted in their brains.?

That dystopian view of the feed is much more accurate than my positive, hopeful, ?I?ll feed you and you feed me? crap. But I?m keeping the name and tipping my hat to M.T. Anderson, who is poised to become one of the next important writers for future young minds. Check out ?Feed? and pick it up for a young consumer close to your heart.

BTW: Did you know that word ?dystopia? isn?t recognized by the spellchecker in Word 97? Not surprising.

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Click friend and enter

Two words: Net Hack.

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Capture of Evil Santa paves way for a peaceful Xmas

With yesterday’s capture of Santa’s evil brother, kids around the world are excited at the prospect of an “incident-free” Christmas.

Good Santa has given strict orders to his troops in Iraq to dish out sackfuls of Christmas cheer to as many Iraqi children as possible, whether they want it or not.

“Regardless of their religion,” the man in red told a press conference yesterday, “these poor children need to learn the meaning of Christmas, goddamnit!”

Word is that many of Evil Santa’s rebel elves will continue their campaign of holiday disruption. But there is no doubt that the world is definitely a better place with this bearded menace knocked off his sled.

Evil Santa was last seen bundled in a sack, on his way to the North Pole to face some serious Klaus-Kickin’ justice.

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Retro-gaming as time-travel rebellion

With the big blowout of 12/25 looming near, new whiz-bang game consoles are dropping in price and flying off the shelves. But the games are staying put at nearly 100 maple bucks a pop. Whats a broke game addict to do?

Travel back in time.

Save your bucks this xmas and visit sites like Home of the Underdogs and download some classics. For a polite donation, youre 15 again cruising pixelated worlds of Cavewars or Entomorph(can you name another game where you can choose to turn into a bug while youre rescuing the princess?)

Better yet, crank back the clock and turn your PC into a Commodore 64 with a C64 emulator. Then check out BHLegend.

Current video games are too reliant on pushing their 3D engines. Many have forgotten what makes great games great: story and characters.

So, until the next great innovation in gaming comes along, give your P4, PS2, or whatever a break, save some cash and install a 20 mb wonder. Youll remember why you got into gaming in the first place.

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I’m Googled therefore I am

Are you a Googlebator? Go on, you know you are.

For many on the web (well, me at least) checking your Google ranking is as habitual as wiping your nose with your sleeve. And now finally somebody has given it a name. That means it exists now, right?

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Flat Stanley gets his war on

It’s hard to have political convictions when you’re a flat piece of construction paper.

With Flat Stanley author Jeff Brown dead less than two weeks, I think we can announce the Flat Stanley Project officially co-opted.

Mr. Brown’s idea of getting school children to write to each other and play host to his creation, is indeed admirable. But I can’t imagine an 8 year old saying, “Let’s send Stanley to hang out with Karl Rove!” But there he is, stuck to a chair, kickin’ back, sippin’ a cappuccino and talkin’ pre-emptive strikes.

I wonder if Mr. Brown is contemplating bursting from the grave, grabbing his flat friend and dragging him back under the soil. Maybe there he and Stanley will be safe from the grips of politicians aligning themselves with cute children’s characters and posturing about the need for strong education, when they’re letting schools starve and sending young men (who were Flat Stanley readers less than a decade ago) into war.

I can only hope that when politicians are finished with this flat fetish that Stanley gets recycled rather than dumped in the garbage or, shudder to think – shredded.

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