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I would actually watch Mr. Sterling, a new NBC drama best…
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I would actually watch Mr. Sterling, a new NBC drama best described as The West Wing on Capitol Hill, were it to star Bruce Sterling. A few nights ago I met, conversed with, and listened to Bruce Sterling when he spoke at Cody's Books. He just wrote a book of blatant futurism, Tomorrow Now: Envisioning the Next Fifty Years. (You can find it in Aisle 8 at Cody's, New Social Sciences and Humanities, despite Sterling's pronouncement that "the future is a form of history that happens to be in the future rather than the past," which would place it in Aisle 1, New History and Politics.)
Sterling read a very funny excerpt comparing vendor-customer relationships to romantic relationships, especially with reference to vendor techniques to snare customers. I recommend it.
He said all sorts of interesting things in the Q&A period, predicting that a really effective global civil society would look "kind of like Al Quaeda, only not murderous," and that [liberal paraphrase] fetal-control technology will be hot.
He dismissed a questioner's optimism/pessimism paradigm, noting that futurism is about looking into one's own grave, an endeavor best performed without optimism or pessimism. His words: "Mr. Sterling, you're going to be mouldering in your grave for about 13, 14 billion years before the universe implodes on itself. Do you plan on mouldering in a hopeful, positive fashion?"
Tossed-off controversial comment: the idea that existence comprises life, an interregnum (death), and then an eternity of praising the Creator: "a psychotic misapprehension of the nature of reality," said Sterling.