Superactually

Ian Bogost - NOTE: Ian sent a few ideas, as indicated here.

I was tempted to send you this endorsement:

"I'm like, fuck yes."

I'm still tempted to send you that one. Here's another idea:

> This is the book both Jonathan Franzen and Slavoj Žižek don't want you to read, because it's going to put them both out of business.

Here's a more serious one. Maybe it's too bellicose or too weird:

> Chuk Moran fuses prose poetry, critical theory, blogging, essays into the dense core of a fusion weapon that will annihilate your understanding of all those genres and replace them with fresh moss and tiny octopi.

> Theory today is not dead, but perhaps it should be euthanized. We can no longer hear signal over the noise of its predictable wheeze, its message long since shrouded by an illness borne long ago from youthful indulgences. Chucking aside this death mask, Moran asks, what if theory arose not from the obsessive study of meaning, representation, sexuality, economics, culture, and so on, but from the real ordinariness of chicken salad and ultimate fighting and hoodies and automobiles.
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