One of the things I love about reading metameat is guessing whether pica or paul wrote the piece I'm reading (my newsreader doesn't tell me). I had a bemused moment today wondering which one "couldn't be bothered to code the diacritics" in Hélène Cixous' name. I guessed Paul, wrongly.

One of the things I don't love about reading metameat is that I have no idea what they're talking about, half the time. But it makes me feel smart to think that I have friends that read books.