Sadie's rants, raves, rants about raves, and perhaps some occasional whizzes of nerdom.
Friday, March 01, 2013
Every day is the beginning of the end. Sometimes the end of the day is just the beginning.
March 1, 2013: I'm in a post-industrial city, it's grey and snowing,
and there are students in acid washed jeans; my brain insists on playing
Bon Jovi as the soundtrack. The IMF declares that the US failure to
resolve budget issues is going to change the world's economy, and not in
a good way. Strange objects have started appearing in my office: a
piece of circuitry last week, hand-penned invitations, a new-in-box dry
eraser this morning. Is this a Gibson novel?