Let’s say that you’re the type of person who like to wax nostalgic about the time when writers like Ernest Hemingway pecked away at a typewriter inside an unfurnished hardwood flat, while mercilessly pounding whiskey and chain-smoking. But let’s also…
The Typewriter Dies, the Electronic Autograph is Born
Every so often things happens in such a perfect, complementary fashion that it shakes the arguments against predetermination to the core. Alas, where one once bright star is slowly flickering out another is bursting with new light. And one might…