Friday, August 15, 2003

Kepler's has a lousy poetry section but a devastatingly good magazine section--I picked up jubilat, Fence and 580 Split before tearing myself away.

Looks like Neal Stephenson is going to be reading there in September, which means I won't get the chance to show up and throw rocks at him. I mean, Snow Crash was all well and good but I still haven't forgiven him for the first couple pages of Cryptonomicon.

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