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Occasionally someone writes something that you feel sure you would have written, given enough time. Frank Black's "Blast Off" includes the lines "I'm in a Beckett trance" and "I'm wearing Beckett's pants."
Alert reader Peyton points out TriSenx, whose slogan is "The Internet Finally Comes to It's [sic] Senses." Their apparent crusade is to bring smell to the Internet. They have recently lauched Aromafest, "the world's first online scent chat," and you can now download a "Scent Design Studio." In addition, New Scientist reports that the company
...is unveiling a desktop printer that "prints" smells and tastes. The printer will be loaded with a cartridge that holds 200 water-based flavours that can be "printed" in various combinations to create thousands of different smells. The company is also planning on producing edible paper, allowing you to print out tastes.
For perspective on the intelligence of this venture, I refer you to the fate of Smell-O-Vision in 1960s movie theaters.
If you thought I was doing a public service, rather than just being an asshole, by correcting TriSenx's grammar above, you may be interested to know that the David Foster Wallace grammar essay from a couple Harper's ago is now available online. There was a period about a month ago where every time I went to Marlowe's he made me a copy of the article, which I then lost before leaving. Actually, I think Vu took them all. Anyway, the essay is now up for all to see, though it appears to have been scanned in by a program with occasionally questionable OCR and it's kind of a pain to navigate the footnotes. I'd recommend opening two windows if you want to read it off the screen. And for God's sake skip the first paragraph: it's not actually part of the essay.
