Books

Reading is a solitary pleasure, but what exactly does it do to you as a human being? Make you better, worse, same? Salon has an article up about the topic and I’ll just quote the subtitle, which I think should be enough for

And it’s in. Do not disturb this weekend.

I recently finished reading “Choke” by author Chuck Palahniuk. And while I do suspect that Palahniuk’s mind is a scary thing, I liked it almost as much as “Diary”. Now “Diary”, that one really is disturbing, and kept reminding me of Joyce Carol

Fantastic news just won’t quit: Messages from the Lost Continent, the book I helped write under the guidance of the ingenious speaking aardvark Horst has been shortlisted for the 2007 Blooker Price (ah, yes, it’s a pun…weblogs turned into books = blooks)

Found this on the Thingology weblog. Hilarious! Update: So this one is gone. But fear not, for I have found it on MySpace video as well.

I’ve written about LibraryThing a couple of times already, and somehow I just can’t stop. In case you’re still unfamiliar with the service, the basic premise is that it gives you the ability to catalogue your book collection online. The exciting

The namesake of my late alter ego and overall best science-fiction author of his time, Stanislaw Lem, died today at the age of 85. Which is sad, but I’m not really good at writing obituaries.