Looking Back at the Future

Inside the head of science fiction writer and critic Derek Austin Johnson.
Tonight’s dinner: pan-seared pork chops, seared apple, steamed green beans, Caprese salad (not pictured).

Tonight’s dinner: pan-seared pork chops, seared apple, steamed green beans, Caprese salad (not pictured).

Like so many other nerdy, disaffected young people of that time, I dreamed of becoming an ‘artist’, i.e., somebody whose adult job was original and creative instead of tedious and dronelike.

—David Foster Wallace; The Pale King (via wordpainting)

Strelkov explains that civilian passengers on MH17 were dead before they boarded the plane

brucesterling:

*I knew the guy was a dark fantasy novelist, but that is truly an impressive imaginative stretch. The plane took off from Amsterdam full of zombies, somehow? The rotting corpses got past security, and all that?

*I’m a science fiction writer myself and I hate to spoil a good yarn by a fellow…

BruceS writes: “I knew the guy was a dark fantasy novelist, but that is truly an impressive imaginative stretch. The plane took off from Amsterdam full of zombies, somehow? The rotting corpses got past security, and all that?

"I’m a science fiction writer myself and I hate to spoil a good yarn by a fellow author, but how was that supposed to work, exactly?"

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.

—William Gibson, Neuromancer (via starfellharrier)

My laptop watches me as I work.

My laptop watches me as I work.

Art in the bar at Wildfire.

Art in the bar at Wildfire.