Notes for the Lifebox, the Seashell, and the Soul - Rudy Rucker
Notes for the Lifebox, the Seashell, and the Soul - Rudy Rucker
Notes for the Lifebox, the Seashell, and the Soul - Rudy Rucker
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<strong>Notes</strong> <strong>for</strong> The <strong>Lifebox</strong>, <strong>the</strong> <strong>Seashell</strong>, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Soul</strong>, by <strong>Rudy</strong> <strong>Rucker</strong><br />
Journal<br />
(15) More bragging.<br />
(16) Fit modularity into scale free networks. More bragging.<br />
March 26, 2003. Hiking in Big Sur, Waiting <strong>for</strong> Inspiration.<br />
I keep wondering what to do next, now that Frek <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> Elixir is all but done. The<br />
rewards <strong>for</strong> my SF novels are so meager. I feel like giving up on SF. I can’t face <strong>the</strong> tedium<br />
of writing a popular science book about computation, though. And I don’t think <strong>the</strong>re’s a<br />
market <strong>for</strong> enlightenment books. If <strong>the</strong> reception of Bruegel had been less tepid, I’d say do<br />
my novel about Bosch’s life. Right now any of <strong>the</strong>se writing plans feels like beating a dead<br />
horse. Maybe polish <strong>and</strong> publish my journals? Write a third comic Silicon Valley novel, a<br />
bit less SF-ictional than be<strong>for</strong>e, possibly centering on Wolfram’s New Kind of Science? But<br />
<strong>the</strong>n I’d have to (ever more inaccurately) try <strong>and</strong> imagine young people. Maybe a non-book<br />
about computer science. Aphorisms. Everything I Need to Know My Computer Taught Me.<br />
Or <strong>for</strong>get about writing entirely. Paint. Take art classes <strong>and</strong> get better at it. Or get into<br />
computer programming again? No way. Maybe, yeah, paint <strong>and</strong> learn to paint like my man<br />
Jeroon van Aken a.k.a. Hieronymus Bosch.<br />
March 27, 2003. The Idea!<br />
By <strong>the</strong> ocean, sun going down. On <strong>the</strong> rocky Esalen beach, alone, below <strong>the</strong> house<br />
where Terence McKenna <strong>and</strong> I led a seminar five or six years ago, maybe in 1997. I have an<br />
urge to write <strong>the</strong> N. Y. Times Book Review a letter defending Terence against a reviewer who,<br />
last week, said that, in Terence’s last days, you couldn’t tell if you were talking to him or to<br />
his brain tumor. Actually Terence was <strong>the</strong> same all <strong>the</strong> time. A seagull looks at me, its eyes<br />
disappear when seen directly head on. I sketch him in five or six positions: staring out to sea,<br />
cawing, looking at me, looking down at his feet, glancing at <strong>the</strong> shore. Sulfur smell from <strong>the</strong><br />
stream raging into <strong>the</strong> sea. The sea here somehow wholly unlike in Santa Cruz. It’s Big Sur<br />
sea, nay, Esalen sea. How lucky I am to be here. I say, “I love you,” to <strong>the</strong> seagull. He<br />
bows. We do it again. Maybe <strong>the</strong> seagull is Terence.<br />
Book idea: Memoirs of a Crazy Ma<strong>the</strong>matician. Settling scores, taking credit. If I<br />
wrote a memoir, I wouldn’t have to learn anything new, <strong>and</strong> I could talk about myself all <strong>the</strong><br />
time. I’m old enough. Fifty-seven. That’s really, really old. If <strong>the</strong> book did well, I could<br />
trundle out my collected journals. There might be new interest in <strong>the</strong> novels as well. Book<br />
as press-kit.<br />
Patriotism is <strong>the</strong> last resort of a scoundrel. A memoir is <strong>the</strong> last resort of a writer.<br />
April 16, 2003. What?<br />
Today I noticed a Memoir directory on my hard drive, <strong>and</strong> failed to recognize it.<br />
Memoir? Huh? Then I found this notes document again.<br />
I’m leaning towards making <strong>the</strong> book less focused on being a memoir <strong>and</strong> more on<br />
<strong>the</strong> What is Everything idea.<br />
Cleaning out <strong>the</strong> physical stack of folders on bookcase, I noticed those Web Mind<br />
folders, containing my essays purporting to explain <strong>the</strong> Web as a fractal in cyberspace or<br />
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