At some point on William Gibson's now defunct micro blog*, he's about to embark on the book tour for Pattern Recognition (so circa 2003). I'll butcher his insi

At some point on William Gibson's now defunct micro blog*, he's about to embark on the book tour for Pattern Recognition (so circa 2003). I'll butcher his insightful phrasing, but he remarks to the effect of > I think I'm going to stop blogging. The act of sitting at a laptop and writing these posts seems incompatible with my life as it exists on a book tour. The only free moments available for it to occupy would be ones where I'm sitting, momentarily caught between two scheduled activities and staring off into space. I have a suspicion these moments are crucial for my soul. So, until we meet again. The comingled ambiguousness and specificity of the observation stuck with me. * https://web.archive.org/web/20070123212506/http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/archive.asp https://web.archive.org/web/20070123212506/http://www.willia...