BurningSmell

About

Not a trend-watcher or bleeding-edger, nor even a wry technology commentator, Brewster occasionally crawls out from the grubby crevice between abused user and amused observer to present petty personal themes and grievances trumped up as the big issues affecting an era utterly dependent on the untrammelled spread of ideas, capital, electrons and the use of the word awesome.

Observations in this journal should be treated with caution, if not downright suspicion. Brewster’s thoughts tend to be formed, not at the cutting edge of technology or on the glowing meniscus of Science’s crucible, but in the wiry thicket beneath his desk as he grapples with the problem of obese power adaptors that straddle not one but two sockets of his eight-way extension strip.

If you read something here on Burning Smell that strikes you as pithy, perceptive, apposite and right on the money, rest assured that this is the result of nothing more than a momentary lapse in concentration on Brewster’s part, or of an over-generous evaluation on yours. Relax, only the silly parts of Burning Smell are intended to be taken seriously.