We'll start briefly in the past, since we're talking about BLADE RUNNER. Set in 2019 as imagined from 1982, the film is a portmanteau of the past and present and future, so much so that it broke science fiction and became the genre film that academics talked about from the period (well that and ALIEN, for a similar set of reasons.) It is, for good and for ill, an iconic motion picture, one that became a template for a kind of imagination of the future. It is also hopelessly intertwined with cyberpunk (though BLADE RUNNER itself is painfully sentimenal and cyberpunk states clearly that it is not; of course it is, but its sentiment is its own.) I remember hearing William Gibson (who was workin
That's a mouthful, huh? So, let's consider the following, as posted by William Gibson on Twitter earlier this week. "Technology now enables the creation of imaginary worlds so detailed that viewers aren't allowed to be co-creators in some previous sense." An interesting proposition, given the detail creep that's been inescapable as digital technology (both software sophisitication and hardware power) has become more and more the cornerstone of our entertainments. And I know a little of what I speak, having been a special-effects junkie and digital animator in a previous life. And realism was alwas the goal (even if it wasn't clear how to get there.) We joked about the client only ever needin
This will not be here for too long. THROUGH THE LIMBS by Matt Maxwell maxwellm@pobox.com for Tim Maughan, who provided the germ "The Qloud tastes like suicide," Raisha said to the auditor, who was as pale as anyone she had ever seen. The only spot of color on her were her lashes, which had been grafted on and twisted, painted bright blue like coral polyps at the ends of her eyelids. Even her irises were colorless. She tried to let the moment flex and waited for the other auditor to process. The words would probably make sense, but her pale majesty wouldn’t know it to be literally true. She noted the answer and tapped out a sequence on the green square of glass at the ends of her fingertips.
Note that this was written last...Thursday? I've spent the time between then and now deciding on a host and going with Wix because simple and flexible and I have to do even less work than I did with Wordpress and I'm all about doing less work whenever I can. --- So things got strange this week. Oh, this has nothing to do with anything in news or politics. That's all strange now and it's going to be permanently strange. This has to do with fictions and outposts, no maps for these territories sorts of stuff. Went to fire up my web browser on Monday and got the message that the domain highway-62.com, which is where I've had my online writing and website up since 2005, is no more. Well, not no m
Seriously folks. It's not ready yet. Don't even look here. I put the cheat codes somewhere else.
