This book is a mixture of Neal Stephenson's short fiction and non-fiction pieces. It's dominated by Mother Earth, Mother Board, but contains a fair mix of other stuff too. It was a rather lovely Christmas present.
Having worked through the Baroque Cycle, I'd stopped reading Stephenson, feeling somewhat overdosed. This book was an entertaining was of getting back into it, containing as it does many rather short pieces. It reminded me of the way his mind works, and why I enjoy reading his stuff. Moreover, his writing just reminds me of the turn of the millennium - that point where the cool kids were hacking on Linux, and Web 2.0 and iOS and faffing around in skinny jeans in fancy coffee shops just wasn't happening. I appear to be nostalgic.