A book is chosen at random. From the first ten pages the writer must only use the words contained therein to write an entire novel (minimum 50,000 words).
Play. A room is made to be as pitch black as possible. All light sources are extinguished after the patrons have found their seats. A one man play is performed. The setting is a man describing his experience in Hell. He keeps the audience for as long as he desires and says as much as he wants.
Conversation 1 included the discussion that the reason larger smart phones are popular, especially for lower income areas/countries is because the smart phones are used, quite reasonably, more as computers; therefore the bigger screen is necessary. Some people don’t use them as phones or don’t need them to function as such. The word “obsolete” comes to mind, but it’s incorrect. The phone function lacks a certain utility so that screen size is as important or more important to the smart phone product as a whole.
Conversation 2 involved me learning that the Apple Watch was going to be a thing. Perhaps I’m wrong in my surmising, but watches, no matter how much you technoligize them and sexify them are still operating under the rubric of being watches. Obviously the watch won’t be just a watch, but at some point it is still, you know, a watch. My generation doesn’t keep time with watches. Watches are more of a fashion item than a utilitarian one. And besides why am I buying a watch that’s a lite version of a smartphone when I already have a smartphone?
Last week Skye said, “Not thinking about sex these days is like not thinking about what goes into hot dogs.” I guess seeing Eddie is, in a way, like seeing the inside of a hot-dog factory. The general consensus seems to be that it’s best to think of modern sex as a uniform, abstracted snack—and not to dwell too heavily on its manufacture.
Shampoo Planet. Douglas Coupland