“I did not know people your age still read books,' Penumbra says. He raises an eyebrow. 'I was under the impression they read everything on their mobile phones.' 'Not everyone. There are plenty of people who, you know--people who still… — Robin Sloan Copy Share
“Anyway, sorry,” Jad says to me quietly. “We’ll be fine,” I say. “People still like the smell of books.” — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“But it will make mistakes," she says. "Hadoop will probably get us from a hundred thousand buildings down to, like, five thousand." "So we're down to five days instead of five years." "Wrong!" Kat says. "Because guess what--we have ten thousand friends. It's called"--she clicks a tab triumphantly and fat yellow letters appear on the screen--"Mechanical Turk. Instead of sending… — Robin Sloan Copy Share
You can go as far back as fifth grade, and you will find me tinkering with media and computers, making things that are a… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
He has the strangest expression on his face- the emotional equivalent of 404 PAGE NOT FOUND. — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“Baking, by contrast, was solving the same problem over and over again, because every time, the solution was consumed. I mean, really: chewed and… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“I tell him, and I write it down as I go. It makes me feel better, as if the weirdness is flowing out of… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
There's just no escaping it: The half-life of media on the Internet is super short. Tweets flow and fade; pages that look great today… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
Imagination runs out. But it makes sense, right? We probably just imagine things based on what we already know, and we run out of… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“My limbic system has grown accustomed to a certain (very low) level of human (female) contact. With her standing right next to me, her… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“The shelves were packed close together, and it felt like I was standing at the border of a forest--not a friendly Californian forest, either,… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“How was New York?' Ashley asks politely. I'm not sure how to respond. Something like: Well, the mustachioed master of the secret library is… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
We range widely, we readers of fiction, but I think we all need a home. Mine is science fiction. It's my home shelf, my… — Robin Sloan Copy Share Image
“Neel cuts in: "Where'd you grow up?" "Palo Alto," she says. From there to Stanford to Google: for a girl obsessed with the outer limits of human potential, Kat has stayed pretty close to home. Neel nods knowingly. "The suburban mind cannot comprehend the emergent complexity of a New York sidewalk." "I don't know about that," Kat says, narrowing her… — Robin Sloan Copy Share
