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990913 : Remember the Crackdown |
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Some things... some things are forever changing, like my personality, like the way I view the world through the eyes of people who fascinate and scare me at the same time. Other things stay the same, like friends, whose looks alter but I can still smell them under there somewhere and all those lovely memories flood back. Tonight I went through my first listening of the Eminem album in 2 months and found it absolutely brilliant, like the first time I played it. Except it was less about the punchlines this time. I also think Bruce Sterling has gone a little nuts. I'm remembering 1994 and me so desperately trying to print out the entirety of the Hacker Crackdown, pouring through alt.cyberpunk archives and puzzling over circuit diagrams for red-boxes. What did I do? I read Gibson didn't I? I'm still inlove with Gibson's words, his sentences that weave and run on forever with lyrical descriptions of the beautiful things in his head. It was a time of wanting to feel on the edge, I started a sci-fi novel and lost it somewhere amongst piles of coloured floppies. There was excitement in my head. Now there is white-boy rap. Placebo runs backwards and side-ways. I am always falling in love with the wrong boy. TJ has an action-packed guestbook, too. |
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