Posted by on Dec 14, 2012 in News & Events | 0 comments

Definition of the Day – Philosophy: 1) A form of ethereal waste known
to clog the head. See, Pornography, Conceptual Forms of.

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I actually have several announcements to make, but first I would like
to thank Benjamin for a discussion every bit as cool and incisive as
his post. By all means continue: the comments never close ’round these
parts.

Otherwise, I want to officially announce that I’m now officially
official. To whit:

The Official Website: The changes are in. Thanks one and all for your
feedback. If all goes well, these very words should be glowing there
at this very moment now.

The Official Facebook Page: Apparently, this is something that has to
be done. Apparently, ‘word o’ mouth’ ain’t enough anymore, it’s gotta
be word o’ face. Apparently, your attitudes regarding Facebook ‘say
alot’ about your attitudes to the human race as a whole. But I can’t
help it. I can’t help looking at Facebook in neuroprosthetic terms,
like an informatic tapeworm exploiting a variety of subpersonal
systems, not the least of which the occipital and fusiform face areas.
If anything proves that I would be a wild-eyed hermit dressed in
putrifying goatskins in any age other than this one, my totally
irrational antipathy to Facebook has to be it. The World loves it – so
of course it has to be poison! And then there’s the Book of
Revelation. Maybe the number that had Jack of Patmos twisting in his
goatskins was a Hamming number, the ugliest number of all.

The Devil’s Chirp: Okay, so the ‘Devil’s Tweet’ was already taken, but
I’m actually glad in retrospect. Ambrose Bierce’s The Devil’s
Dictionary is one of my favourite books, the near pitch-perfect
combination of sarcasm and wisdom. My hope is to turn the Devil’s
Chirp into a worthy homage to his assay into Satanic redefinition of
the hypocritical human soul, but I’ll settle for a cheap knock-off.
Now I just gotta figure out how it works. I have a hard time
restricting myself to 140 characters in my novels, for Chrissakes. At
the very least it’s proof I’ve sold my soul to the lowest bidder.

CBC Ideas: I’m due at the studio this morning.

And I felt wired already…