If you are reading this blog-post, it is because I have been kidnapped by my family and whisked away to a cottage on a Canadian lake, from which vantage I will be contemplating the loons, catching up on my reading, teaching Poesy to swim, going to the drive in, and lolling about in the grass or lazing on the dock.

Three things I will not be doing is looking at email, answering the phone, or blogging!

I’ll see you all again on August 29th — and if you’re in Australia, I hope to see you at the World Science Fiction Convention and Melbourne Writers Festival in early September.

Likewise, I hope to see my German friends on my September Little Brother tour, and my Dutch friends on my PICNIC and Bits of Freedom Makers launch.

(Image: more view, a Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial Share-Alike (2.0) image from jtrant’s photostream)

A quick reminder: Canadian teens have one month left to vote for their favourite YA novels in Chapters/Indigo’s Best Canadian Reads series. You can vote every day, and I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that my latest novel, For the Win, is eligible for your vote!

I’m incredibly gratified to see Canada’s largest bookseller putting such a sustained, high-profile effort into promoting YA reading and YA literature. Please participate and show your support!

BEST CANADIAN READ NOMINEES

My latest Guardian column, “Curated computing is no substitute for the personal and handmade,” looks at how a curated computing experiences (like the hand-picked apps in the Apple App Store and the Google Android Marketplace) offer undeniable value, but can be configured to be coercive traps or helpful starting points:

Two categories in particular won’t ever be fulfilled by a curator: first, the personal. No curator is likely to post pictures of my family, videos of my daughter, notes from my wife, stories I wrote in my adolescence that my mum’s recovered from a carton in the basement.

My own mediascape includes lots of this stuff, and it is every bit as compelling and fulfilling as the slickest, most artistic works that show up in the professional streams. I don’t care that the images are overexposed or badly framed, that the audio is poor quality, that I can barely read my 14-year-old self’s handwriting. The things I made with my own hands and the things that represent my relationships with my community and loved ones are critical to my identity, and I won’t trade them for anything.

Second, the tailored. I have loads of little scripts, programs, systems, files and such that make perfect sense to me, even though they’re far from elegant or perfect. There’s the script I use for resizing and uploading images to Boing Boing, the shelf I use to organise my to-be-read pile, the carefully-built mail rules that filter out spam and trolls and make sure I see the important stuff. I am a market of one: no one wants to make a commercial proposition out of filling my needs, and if they did, your average curator would be nuts to put something so tightly optimised for my needs into the public sphere, where it would be so much clutter. But again, these are the nuts and bolts that hold my life together and I can’t live without them.

Curated computing is no substitute for the personal and handmade

Reminder for Londoners! I’m doing a live event tonight at 7PM with China Mieville in Exmouth Market (EC1R 4QE), through the excellent Clerkenwell Tales bookstore. We’ve outgrown the store, so Pete, our host, has booked the Church of the Redeemer next door; but we’re nearly full there, too! If you’d like to come, RSVP (quickly!) to info@clerkenwell-tales.co.uk or tweet @booksellerpete. We’ll be emceed by the wonderful Rob Sharp of English PEN.