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    Timelines

    Lines |shared via CC license by laprimadonna on Flickr – Photo Sharing! 1. Okra When I think of how life used to be, the okra summer comes to mind. There was a big crop the year I turned three and a bumper crop of new rules to learn, as there is with every year of growing. Even though I know nothing that shade of green can taste remotely pleasant, I was not allowed to say so.  Even though I didn’t eat hairy food or green food or slimy food, and even though okra fit all three of those categories, I had to eat it or no one could have ice…

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    Three Vooks for iPad Reviewed

    1. Promises, by Jude Deveraux Video + Book = Vook. But does it equal an advance in storytelling. I’ll be straight with you — no one wants to see interactive forms of fiction succeed more than I do. So if there’s something good to say about technology applied to storytelling, I’m going to find it. Did I find anything good at the Vook store? Let’s start with my first Vook. I purchased Promises several months ago to read on my iPod Touch. It’s an interesting idea, but the application was buggy and the platform too small to do it justice.  This week I updated the app and loaded it on…

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    Virtuality

    The Arches Glasgow on Flickr – Photo Sharing! Corporations are a virtuality, that is, they exist, somewhere on the scale between the real and the virtual. If you’ve ever tried to get past a robotic phone system to solve a problem, you know it’s not possible to have a conversation with one. Like vampires, they are made from human parts, but have superhuman powers. They are born and they die, but you can’t shoot one. Once they have their teeth in your life, it’s hard to tear free. Sarai chewed her lip and considered the closing of her paper. Maybe it was theghost of Bond’s tongue between her legs, but…