
Tried and failed to sleep in due to the mancub smacking me around the face, staggering around like a zombie, with too much to do. So here’s yesterday’s newsletter if you didn’t see it.
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Tried and failed to sleep in due to the mancub smacking me around the face, staggering around like a zombie, with too much to do. So here’s yesterday’s newsletter if you didn’t see it.
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so i said, “but cultural appropriation is my spirit animal” and nobody got the joke
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One CommentI love this so much.
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Something else that seems to have vanished off the streams. Playing a rip off the original CDr from 2011, I think.
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There was a lot of news yesterday.
OPERATIONS: Having to do a firmware update on the Bee Pioneer. This is the first update since Amazon bought the company, so I have the strong suspicion that this update will either strip out crucial function or brick it entirely. The newsletter is in the pipe for tomorrow morning, and I’m already thinking ahead to the next one.
STATUS: slept for 9hrs and woke up exhausted. Official burnout warning. Not expecting to get much actual work done today. Inbox 67 – I am doing correspondence again.
READING: CHOKEPOINTS, Edward Fishman (UK) (US+)
LISTENING: GABON, High Wolf – which I can no longer find linked anywhere online. It’s maybe fifteen years old? Seems to exist only as a page on Discogs now.
MISSION CONTROL: I can be contacted via the Cheng Caplan Company or Inkwell Management. Link in masthead to join my free newsletter.
Comments closedWhen I took over the running of a small bookshop in the late 1980s, I wrote to Savoy Books in Manchester, publisher of all kinds of weird and poisonous stuff, to ask them how to order for retail from them. Because I was 20 and didn’t know anything about anything. A lovely guy called Martin Flitcroft wrote me back a long and wonderful letter, which was stuffed into one of two giant boxes containing a wide selection of Savoy productions. This included their reprint of Harlan Ellison’s GLASS TEAT, which became a favourite and influential book for me. I was lucky to have had the kind of life where, twenty years later, I could meet Harlan – I stood up from the table when he arrived and he said, “Jesus, you’re huge!” – and thank him directly for that book.
THE GLASS TEAT is largely about love for what television could be and hate for what it was. It was written from 1968 to 1970. A lot of it probably seems quaint now.
Harlan also wrote a story called “Demon With A Glass Hand,” which could also stand in for television, and for QUATERMASS AND THE PIT.