Strange.

So. Right now i`m sitting outdoors aboard the ferry. THe sun is shining and i`m enjoying the fact that i can sit with my laptop and geek the fuck out. THis reminds me of two/three/four years ago, when i sat on this ferry and read John - Brunners - Squares of tho City. That is a really good south american thriller with a technological bent. Really well written, and enjoyable from end to end. (I think i`vi mritten about it before, but hey, repetition is alteration. Damn, i used to work here. Strange days at sweet valley salmon fishery. Anyway. In my bag i have three books, which i assume I`ll finish pretty soon. The first is George Dyson`s "Darwin Amongst the Machines." I must admit that it was p(r)etty nationalistic reasons which caused me to trigger on that book. Since i have an uncle who formerly plyed his trade in the field of informatics, and who also is an italo-freak, i found the character of Aall Baricelli pretty irresistible. There were some old articles over at edge which i read with great interest, which focused on his work, and i figured this was something i needed to read more about. (As the proper little Stand Alone Complex Lain that i am.... or pretend to be, or whatnot.....) Anyway. It is an interesting tal eof the limits of computational devices and the programming thereof. I just can`t get over the logical hangup involved in treating anything as an independent device. But then again, i`m accustomed to very unscientific beliefs regarding the potential hidden aspects of material reality. That is just my way of being. I could alter that, but why bother. Anyway, one chapter left. Then there is Rudy Ruckers autobiography, which is as cozy as such memoirs get. When it comes to modern science fiction, and just sheer playfulness in literature, Rucker is hard to beat. He`s also in possession of a thouroughly optimistic bent in his literature. Realistic about the adversaries one can be expected to face in such imaginary worlds, hardly sugarcoating some of the horrors of th eworld, yet creating a vision of hope and joviality. (Which has caused me to give him the title of "My personal Dr. Opir. Now pass me one of those slugs, cuz i gotta get hiiiigh!) His biography is a good read, though i do notice i`m a far away from home in his land. Not that i feel it matters (though it probably does...). The third book is Matthew Josephson`s "The Robber Barons". Also something i`ve mentioned here before... It`s a book I`ve been reading for ages. It`s nice to see that Josephson is still being mentioned, though that was for his "Politicos" work, which is viewed as more immediately relevant to current political systems. Though "The Robber Barons" paints a thorough picture of the corrupt interrelations between ostensibly private and ostensibly public structures. Anyway, this ferryride is almost over, so i should wrap up. Oh, I`ve also brought Dave Sim`s "High Society". After having read my way through the entire Cerebus-saga up to the first "Form and Void"-book I`ve decided that some other people should get to enjoy this incredible exploration of the capacities of comics as a medium. So, the story as such is more immediately recognizable to me than to dad, since i have, after all, lived the high life at the Regency Hotel for the past five years, but I`m sure he can relate. At least to a certain extent. This calls for a certain celebration. Namely some Ibogaine. Mostly just to stop the nicotine-cravings for a couple of days. Since i need to quit smoking again if we are to get anything done this summer. I`ve only got a month, and i want some results to show at the end of it. Ever since the Nattjazz I`ve been on a bender. Though I have been at work most of the time, so that`s all right. Time to step it up. Unfortunately it`ll start to rain soon. Let`s hope that the weather brightens when Henriette and Geir shows up, that would have been ideal. Time to go. G out!