I've been rereading Douglas Coupland's microserfs for the past week. To say it inspired me to start up this blog is an understatement. I'm loving the book again, and I'm about 30 pages until the finish. Definitely one of those novels that you hate to see end. Excerpt:

It's late at night. Basketball on TV; computer and fitness mags everywhere. Let me talk about love.

Do you remember that old TV series, Get Smart? You remember at the beginning where Maxwell Smart is walking down the secret corridor and there are all of those doors that open sideways, and upside down and gateways and stuff? I think that everybody keeps a whole bunch of doors just like this between themselves and the world. But when you're in love, all of your doors are open, and all of their doors are open. And you roller-skate down your halls together.

Let met try again. I'm not good at this.

Every time I read an author I admire, I invariable adopt their writing style, their voice. When I read David Foster Wallace for the first time... my sentences turned into these serpentine monstrosities. Hmmm... maybe I should footnote this paragraph.