The Journey of SILVER BROWN

The Technology of SILVER BROWN

Somebody brought up genre-bending on Twitter the other day. I tweeted something back at her which I think sums up the cybermagickal arts featured in Silver Brown quite nicely. I’ll just let the tweet speak for itself…


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The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

The Convenient Overview of SILVER BROWN

For the benefit and convenience of those folks who surf the web primarily via smartphone, I present this hypertext version of the main menu of this website. Now you can see an overview of all the sections right under your nose and don’t have to tap on diddly-squat. At least up until this blog post fades into obscurity.

Don’t get me wrong, those blooming smartphones that everybody and his grandma carries these days are handy as all shit. The Swiss Army knives of communication. I’d just never want to use one as my main workhorse. Did that for a few weeks after my previous laptop suddenly retired to the great network in the sky. There are certain specialized computing tasks that smartphones were simply not designed for, eventually leaving me with little choice but to cut my losses and mosey on down to Staples to pick up the current lady in my life, Black Betty…


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She’s so rock steady, bam-a-lam and she’s always ready.

SILVER BROWN: A Forwarpendix
Part I: The Introduction of SILVER BROWN
Part II: The Birth of SILVER BROWN
Part III: The Gist of SILVER BROWN
Part IV: The World of SILVER BROWN
Part V: The People of SILVER BROWN
Part VI: The Warring Factions of SILVER BROWN
Part VII: The Language of SILVER BROWN
Part VIII: The Dashing Prince of SILVER BROWN

SILVER BROWN: A Novel
Part IX: The Opening Chapters of SILVER BROWN
Part X: The Author of SILVER BROWN

SILVER BROWN: A Blog
Part XI: The Journey of SILVER BROWN
Part XII: The Soundtrack of SILVER BROWN
Part XIII: The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN
Part XIV: The Green Grass of SILVER BROWN
Part XV: The Oddities of SILVER BROWN

The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

Let Me Rub My Juices All Over You

A peculiar attribute of the technological zeitgeist of this decade (whatever we end up calling it in the end, which will likely be either the #MeToos or the Avocado Toasties) which sets it apart from the Nineties and Noughties is that people today are too lazy to actually surf the Internet. There’s no longer an incentive to do the gruntwork of visiting online forums or Usenet, when technology has evolved to a point where people no longer have to actually do anything to get their daily dose of memes. Now the Internet comes neatly packaged directly to the people, in the form of their Facebook timelines and Twitter feeds, to say nothing of the seemingly endless parade of smartphone notifications.

In recognition of Western civilization’s bold new devotion to intellectual sloth, I would like to remind everybody I have left behind the obligitory urine stain on both Facebook and Twitter. Not Instagram, though. Instagram is just one big digital high school. With a very impressive yearbook. Which is fine, except I graduated years ago.

As much as there is to dislike about social media as a whole, one of its useful aspects is as a supplementary energy to an organization’s already existing web presence. Like an appendage growing out of your website, reaching out to fondle people so it can coat their hair and clothing with its juices.

My twin social media appendages have indeed been doing a lot of fondling. I occasionally do this thing where I take an entire chapter from the book and post one page from that chapter a day, on one platform or the other. I don’t do it all the time, and which platform I end up posting it to depends on a complex schedule based on the time of year and the phase of the moon and the current coordinates of the magnetic north pole. But I do it occasionally, and love to drink the essence of the people’s reactions. The concept started on Twitter and gravitated towards Facebook a few months later. I have way more followers on Twitter †, so it’s a useful avenue for conducting grand sociological experiments. The Facebook page was more of an afterthought.

† I somehow gained a followership of over 1000 people on Twitter without being young, female or pretty. In this day and age, that’s an accomplishment.