Author: PGR

  • and not a drop to drink

    This, I presume, is why Amdahl was out there in the Gulf, hanging on at the trailing edge of the business: Big Blue was focussed on the big-ticket players, and a fading rival could still pick up some gigs on the fringes of its interests.

  • who loves ya, baby

    Signs that a) you’re getting old, and b) you don’t follow the news too closely: on seeing a picture of Jeff Bezos on the deck of his yacht, you think “whoa, I never realised Telly Savalas spent so much time at the gym”.

  • mining our collective childhood for wistful cultural trinkets

    Metaphor is a powerful tool, and I’m a big fan of it, but metaphor is also a magickal working; if you keep describing an angry, capricious god, you’ll sure as shit get one.

  • vibeshifty: on Adam Curtis

    It’s as if he has elected to haunt his own work, which—for someone who is very much a part of the extended Fisherverse—is a curious choice, almost a voluntary diminishment.

  • the pivot

    the pivot

    As the darkness gathers, it’s hard to see where the light might be coming from.