The Mind of Alex

Paul Carr just released his book for free on the internet, and my somewhat bemused self decided to download a copy and burn through it this fine Sunday. You indeed are reading this on a Monday, given that I decided to drop sledging this review to go gamble my small brains out at a poker table. But I digress.

This review is a bit self-reflective, but I shall try and keep my ego from intruding overmuch. It is, after all, about Paul’s book.

Paul Carr is a bit like a better, older, and somehow wiser version of your humble reviewer. Especially if you think about him before he recently stopped drinking. That cease-fire on his liver made little sense to me before I read his book. Allow me space to explain.

Drinking and technology have long been bunkmates for a wide number of reasons. Some personal favorites of mine include the philosophy that we internet people seem keen on being full of shit (it cannot just be me), and that drinking helps us do that, but with more confidence and hiccoughs. Also, many people have pointed out to me that we internet folk tend to move a touch faster than other people (perhaps), and that alcohol slows us down a notch (a still larger perhaps).