I have defnitively figured out how to fix the BCS. Read my solution here.
Of Archival Interest
David Foster Wallace, The Pale King, and the Anxiety of One’s Own Archive
D.T. Max has just published “The Unfinished” in the New Yorker, probably the best biographical account of David Foster Wallace I’ve yet read . Check it out.
Thought: Possible Chapter Title on Infinite Jest: “The Inverted Bomb in the Garden.”
A Node
A node. Nothing more. This is simply an attempt to establish a definable point w/in the interstices which have now been claimed to be inaccessible to hermeneutics, to give reiteration to a past that is always repeating itself w/in the unstable moment, w/in the hyperarchive. We are not all hypertopians. There may still be a little Neil Perry[1] in us just yet. Let us open the doors.
[1] “Nine Minutes of Nonfiction,” Lineage Situation (Level-Plane Records, 2003); or, Dead Poets Society (dir. Peter Weir, 1989), played by Robert Sean Leonard.
The Hyperarchival Parallax 