A Rough Hodgepodge of Good Reads That Partially Reflects My Current Mental State
I’m coding a lot these days, so I’m reading more about tech and San Francisco and leaving New York. A higher percentage than normal of these live on Medium. Sorry.
Starting to be OK with my Hatred of New York
New York Doesn’t Love You — “No one ‘wins’ New York…You will lose. Everyone loses.”
The Expat — “To live in New York is to constantly be a borrower.” God, I fucking hate it here.
San Francisco Sounds Like a Silly Place
Bay Watched — I kind of dig it, but it sounds like too much “hustling” for my tastes.
Go West, Young Bank Bro — … and die.
Silicon Valley’s Youth Problem — Still don’t trust anyone over 30.
But “Tech” Has Some Good Things Otherwise I Wouldn’t Be Learning a Part of It
The Values of the Web — I don’t want to be a hustler. I don’t want to be a salesman…
We Don’t Sell Saddles Here — … But the good ones can give a hell of a speech sometimes.
Hackers and Painters — I’m still not sure about these Paul Graham essays as a whole, but here’s one I dog-tagged that isn’t directly about how to get money out of his start-up incubator.
Netflix’s Chaos Monkey — Netflix created a program that randomly takes part(s) of its system down as a test of its strength when things inevitably fail. And it’s got a great name.
Facebook is an Anomaly — Some good nuggets on how communicating on the internet works, and how Facebook will soon be a ghost-town (fingers crossed).
James Salter’s A Sport and a Pastime — “Less important was the idea that I should give it to this guy, who was like, so busy and so tired all the time, so that before I walked away for good, for better, I would have let him know—if he wanted to know—what I had wanted from sex: Not another game, but a sport.” Fuck, need to re-read this book.
I finished Chandler’s The Big Sleep and thought it kind of sucked. On to Norman Rush’s Mating, which is fun so far (one-third in) and an adventure (both in plot and word choice) and talks about gender relations through what I’d realize is a totally fucked-up lens if I had any fucking smarts and has, more generally, kindled in me a nostalgia for a time when I was regularly instructed by educators to read novels written by white men in the 1980s. Sigh.