It’s what we do, and we’re adept at it. Competition in life frequently comes down to who can consume more, to earn the right to consume more. It isn’t just our culture or our society urging us to consume, it’s our very biology. Consumption is hard-written into the very essence of life.
Aside from the obvious physical resources we also consume art and media. We watch television and movies, we buy mp3s and concert tickets, we read books and magazines. The internet has been the greatest consumptionist enabler the world has ever seen; now we don’t have to even leave the house to watch movies on youtube, to download music from the iTunes store, to read books, or communicate, or play games, or whatever. We don’t have to leave it at home – we can take this world of consumption with us when we go out, texting and tweeting and browsing the interconnected web of human consciousness on the bus, or while driving, or while in the bathroom.
We’re cyborgs, hooked up to a digital IV that pours media directly into our brains with a steady syrup flow. When we’re done consuming, we regurgitate. We might socialize and talk about what we’ve seen, recommending mental virii to one another over facebook or twitter. Others craft a synthesis from ideas that were in turn inspired by earlier ideas, creating “new” art from elements as old as language itself.
That’s what this site is about. Sharing media that we’ve consumed with others, in one form or another.
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James Wainwright always considered himself a working-class engineer playing at detective, never taking the vocation for more than an idle hobby and opportunity to test some of his steampunk inventions. His investigations have always been more of a means of humoring his business partner, idle toff Alton Bartleby.
That was before his adopted daughter Xin Yan was taken.
Bartleby and James (Galvanic Century 1)
Alton Bartleby is a social savant and the foppish toast of Edwardian London's upper crust. James Wainwright is a brilliant but socially stunted working class engineer with a fialr for invention and a propensity towards violence. Together they solve the mysteries that Scotland Yard cannot.
This novel is the first in the Galvanic Century steampunk series of mysteries set in Edwardian England.
Dreams of the Damned (Galvanic Century 4)
Detectives Alton Bartleby and James Wainwright’s latest case will take them to the boundaries of Edwardian psychiatry and beyond. There’s been a murder in the Bedford Mental Hospital, and the patients have taken over to ensure that justice is done.
March of the Cogsmen (Galvanic Century 3)
It's been a rough year for gentlewoman Aldora Fiske -- airship battles above London, doomed expeditions in the jungles of Mexico, and even a kidnapping in Istanbul -- and now her bridegroom Alton Bartleby has shown up drunk to their wedding. Yes, it's a marriage of convenience and not one of love, and everyone knows it, but when an old foe decides to strike, things go from bad to worse.
A Gentlewoman's Chronicles (Galvanic Century 2)
Edwardian society insists Aldora Fiske be ever the proper gentlewoman. The Empire demands she be a credit to her family name. Her heart demands she seek adventure, and the further from London she travels, the louder its drumming becomes.
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- Inner Potential
on Jan. 16, 2014
I obtained a copy of Inner Potential from the author. This review contains mild spoilers.
Inner Potential is a darkly comedic modern fantasy short about Horace, a socially awkward and mildly delusional loser who discovers that he has a dangerously destructive, yet awkward and inconvenient, superpower. Our milquetoast protagonist looks for meaning behind this developing while trying to win the attentions of his coworker Marci.
The strongest aspect to Inner Potential is Nikki M. Pill’s gift for characterization, giving us a clear idea of who even the minor characters are within the constraints a short story gives her. It only takes a few lines to know exactly what kind of people Horace and his coworkers are. Her pacing is excellent as well, particularly with regards to our protagonist, and I found myself re-evaluating exactly what sort of person he was on a regular basis, constantly underestimating how pathetic he truly was.
The story works, particularly for its length, as I doubt I’d enjoy spending more than a few thousand words in Horace’s company. A little of him goes a long way, and Nikki M. Pill hit that pacing perfectly, revealing Horace’s character arc in a way that while I didn’t tire of him too quickly, when I get to the end of the story I’m relieved to see him gone. True to the black comedy that Inner Potential is, Horace provides the reader with a few truly cringe-worthy moments.
In a good way.
If you have a slightly twisted sense of humor or like stories about bad things happening to terrible people, I sincerely recommend Inner Potential as a quick quality read. I give it four stars.