Long live the death of print
Distribution inquiries, rights inquiries, and press requests set our hearts aflutter.
Thanks for writing, but hold up: A second ago, you were filling in the blanks and then you clicked a button, but not really a button, was it? The perception of a button, yes. The offering of the idea of a button. But, and I think we can both agree on this, we have collectively agreed that something that can’t be a button is now a button. We know what a button is, or we did before this icon of a button on a computer monitor became the new button. The meaning of a button has gone through a number of permutations. Authors: We are unable to reply to unsolicited book proposals. Please have your agent write to us if you would like your work considered for publication. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, button is the dung of sheep; button is a pimple; button is the point of a chin; button is the leather projection on an oar, by which it is kept in position in the rowlock; button is the testes of an animal. And yet, here we standsit, shaking our fists, defiant to etymology, and declare nay nay for we know what a button can be, dear sirs, dear madams, dear madamsirsifyouplease, for the new button is yet defined by our precious OED—it is a button of the mind, made of bits and bytes and fractal lights, and just think, think damn you, that only one minute ago you clicked the button the button the button.