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MACHINE VISION 028: Drunken Fist
These arrived on Friday. The first box of GUN MACHINE hardbacks. I just got back from London, where I gave the first copy off the top to urbanist and information architect Adam Greenfield. The first time I met Adam was at Cognitive Cities in Berlin, where I gave the talk that is the basis of the non-fiction book I’m writing after I finish the novel I’m currently on.
Also I am quite full of whisky and wine and beer and I don’t know I think there was something else.
The first time I ate here was with Joss Whedon. We’d been recommended the place by his hotel’s concierge. The walls are covered in cow hide. In those days, the lighting in the lobby was red. So it was a little bit like entering a haute abattoir, or perhaps some insane architectural conceit wherein a steak restaurant was staged inside a large cow that some bastard had helpfully turned inside out first so you didn’t your feet wet.
Joss was a little nervous. And may have said "Good god."
When you get the copies of your book, the first, horrible thought you have — or, at least, I do — is, "well, shit, it’s a fixed thing now. God only knows what mistakes I missed."
Adam took a photo, laughed at it and said, "We’ll fix it in post."