I’m in my thirties. I’m rapidly losing my hair. I do not live with my parents.

My training is as a historian of science and technology, among other things. Currently, this blog is as much a place to dump my ideas as it is an outlet for self-expression. I think many of the laity’s frustrations with the blogosphere and online culture at large comes from its insistence that all inner lives are worthy of attention, that my thoughts and creations merit a worldwide platform. They don’t. This is not a journal. My experiences are immaterial unless they offer insight into the technological landscape that defines our shared past. Instead, whatever readers find their way here are as likely to encounter old book reviews, snippets of fiction, and reflections on antique furniture as they are expressions of acute anxiety over the technological choices made by a culture unaware that it ever chose in the first place.

I’ll mention this here. The inspiration for this work comes largely from the exquisite blogging of one Nicholas Carr. Rough Type is a brilliant and lucid critique of technology and culture and I wish, fervently, that I was half the writer he was. Leave this page immediately and check it out.