Chongqing is often called “A Chinese city for Chinese people.” Well, if it’s not often called that, it’s as least called that occasionally. In a roundabout way, I’m really just plugging the Chongqing chapter of the Arsenal Gooners — an informal (but very lively) worldwide organization
Southwestern China’s Arsenal Gooners
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Real life Peeps for sale. 81 Cents each (5 RMB).
- Shapingba, Chongqing, China
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Amazon’s purchase of Goodreads, a social media site built around sharing books, would give the online bookseller more power in determining which authors get exposure.
Thanks auto-summary — what Amazon’s purchase of Goodreads will also do is take its power over me to soul-crushing levels.
Goodreads is, without a doubt, the one site that could singlehandedly ruin my years as a senior citizen — whatever is left of ‘em after what Chongqing weather has done — by taking years off of my life via direct-body-hunched-over-laptop-for-hours-on-end syndrome.
I’m currently reading five books at one time (all of which I am enjoying but also forcing myself to read for geographic reasons), with three other books (which I salivate over) positioned just so on my counter so I have to walk by them every day as a reminder of how many pages I have to flip through before I get my reward.
…and it’s all Goodreads fault. Before they came along I was reading like one book per month. Now I’m reading 4-6. I don’t even like hanging out with my friends anymore. I stopped studying Chinese. Soccer feels like a chore. New releases get shelved worse than The Nacerima Dream did. Women? Who has time for women when those slender spines are waiting for you to crack them open.
Good lord, Goodreads, when was enough enough?
When were you just going to be like — OK, we’ve led him to enough books. His stack is high enough. He’s got his work cut out for him. He’s learned the error of his previously TV watching ways. He won’t neglect reading again.
But now, Amazon comes and bankrolls your war on my livelihood?
It takes a lot of book buying to break a guys bank-account but if there is a halfway house for book-shopping addicts, you might as well book me a room now. Whatever extra process I used to have to go through to become interested in a book on Goodreads before having to go ALL THE WAY to Amazon to buy it is surely going to be removed after this acquisition is over. I will barely have to think I might like a book and it will be charged to my credit card.
This is a dark day for book lovers everywhere and I pray that others will be able to muster the willpower to resist the temptation to visit our old playground as the nostalgia burns into our minds and up through our limps towards our finger tips and the mouse’s friendly clickity-click of that comforting interface (and its inevitable improvements).
Fingers are often referred to as scallions in Nobeller Mo Yan’s Pow — which I was led to by Goodreads — where I prefer the more Western greedy, piggy metaphor of sausages for phalanges. Either way, now that Goodreads in the scalliony, sausagey grips of the Internet mammoth, I might as well quit the internet all over again.
Maybe then I’d actually have time to read.
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Chongqing Tea Party.
“What metro Boston AAs are trite but correct about is that both destiny’s kisses and its dope-slaps illustrate an individual person’s basic personal powerlessness over the really meaningful events in his life: i.e almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because you engineer it. Destiny has no beeper; destiny always leans trenchcoated out of an alley with some sort of Psst that you usually can’t even hear because you’re in such a rush to or from something important that you’ve tried to engineer.”
- David Foster Wallace
Anxietyanxietyanxiety. Capital STEEZ, a Pro-Era-er.
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