Daily Archives: October 21, 2014
Photos taken yesterday, October 20, 2014.
Another bookstore in Manhattan is dead.
These sites are running identical press material from the companies:
Both are identical at base: Intel Z3735F, 2GBs of RAM, 32GBs of storage, 1920 x 1200 8.9-inch screen.
I hope people are buying these tablets China is turning out. So many companies are spitting out so many that if they don’t sell, I think some companies might disappear in the wreckage.
Poisoning the Well [link fixed]
So where are we now? Have we finally turned the final corner into complete corruption and chaos? Is there nothing for readers to do but evacuate the community completely, leaving it to those who refuse to do something to keep reading safe? As I said initially, I have always been a fighter, but I am at a loss at this point. I do know that our book community still has many important voices, and it wasn’t too long ago that we saw a powerful communal stand against the silencing of book bloggers. As inspiring and awesome as that was, we’re clearly dealing with something that manifests destruction in myriad ways and from multiple directions at once. Just yesterday a UK reader reported being physically assaulted by an author. How many more have been threatened, stalked, harassed, or even assaulted?
And the attack: What Really Happened
ROB lives in London. I live in the East of Scotland (not Glasgow as everyone seems to think – I’m North of Edinburgh). There was no way he would come all the way from London to hit me and leave.
I went home, and another officer came out to see me that night to read me my statements and ask if I wanted to add anything. I mentioned ROB and showed her pictures of him. Immediately, she called her boss and investigations into him went underway immediately. The next day, as I was preparing for my holiday to Zakynthos (still went and had fun, despite my sore head) when two detectives came to confirm for me it was indeed ROB who had hit me. They explained that he had come from London on Thursday, and arrived in my town on Friday morning. He came into my place of work to look for me, but couldn’t find me, so left and came back later when I was working. He hit me, and went back to London shortly after.
Boldfaced emphasis added by me.