"Thought: one day the word ‘gigabits’ is going to seem as small as the word ‘dozen.’"
Douglas Coupland, Microserfs
"…randomness is a useful shorthand for describing a pattern that’s bigger than anything we can hold in our hands. ‘Letting go of randomness is one of the hardest decisions a person can make.’"
Douglas Coupland, Microserfs
"It’s like male geeks don’t know how to deal with real live women, so they just assume it’s a user interface problem. Not their fault. They’ll just wait for the next version to come out — something more ‘user friendly.’"
Douglas Coupland, Microserfs
"‘They’re called _emoticons_ — I read about them in _USA Today_. They’re like sideways happy faces.’ We all ganged up on her: ‘We _hate_ those things!’ Everyone except for Bug who, as it turns out, loves them. And then Susan ‘fessed up that she liked some of them. And then Todd. And then Karla. i guess emoticons are like _Baywatch_ — everyone says they don’t watch it, but they really do."
Douglas Coupland, Microserfs
"She was fetal and I had my left hand underneath her feet and my right on top of her head. I cupped her closer and pressed her against my stomach and said, “You’re my baby now: you’re a thousand diamonds — a handful of lovers’ rings — chalk for a million hopscotch games."
Douglas Coupland, Microserfs
"Q: If there were two of you which one would win?"
Douglas Coupland, Microserfs
Forgot about this little contribution to the holiday canon. Love it!
(Source: Spotify)
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In my universe there are drinkers and dancers. And the two should never intermingle. I have always been with the drinkers, self-conscious introverts who crack wise about the music and sneer at the dancers while at the same time they are consumed with envy. Dancers love their bodies and open themselves to the music. Gravity is my enemy. It conspires with my body to make me look stupid on the dance floor. Why did she have to ask me to dance?
“I’d be happy to go to the dance,” I said and never took my eyes off the carpet.
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John Straley, The Angels Will Not Care
"I wanted to tell him that this wasn’t my life here tangled up like half a mile of snarled fishing line in the trees. That this was just the story of my life. The story I was telling myself, and the story my friends told about me. But my life, my actual life, had to be somewhere else."
John Straley, The Angels Will Not Care
Read this book a few months ago. Just finding these snaps of notes.
