Friday, February 09, 2007

Lately I've been choking on the brittle jargon and regurgitated screeds of narcissistic techno-pundits. For the self-proclaimed futurist elite, the zeitgeist is little more than a list of "must-know" buzzwords, its contours delineated and sterilized until the World of Tomorrow -- once lush and colored by promise -- assumes the charm of a hospital waiting room.

The Church of the Singularity has arrived, only its adherents will of course never dare call it that.

5 comments:

platts42 said...

Whats a "zeitgeist?"

You need to read some escapist crap. Give that big Gibsonian brain of yours a vacation.

Justin said...

You do have me wondering what's piled up under your reading lamp at the moment.

Shouldn't you be researching the biology of nocturnal animals for The Cryptoterrestrials, or something?

During particularly far-ranging brain quests, Norman Mailer's wife would often 'ground' him by talking to him about his favourite food.

Maybe you need an artificially intelligent breadmaker with a sexy British voice. Oh wow, imagine how good fresh bread is going to be after the Singularity.

I don't know about you, but *I'm* excited.

W.M. Bear said...

Mac -- That a brilliant little piece of hatchet writing. More in that vein. More! (I especially like the phrase "Church of the Singularity.")

Mac said...

That a brilliant little piece of hatchet writing.

Actually, it was the caffeine talking!

Mac said...

During particularly far-ranging brain quests, Norman Mailer's wife would often 'ground' him by talking to him about his favourite food.

Mmmm ... anchovies!