fry onions till fragent, add one clove of finely chopped garlic... Err, haha! Gomen, Soooooo where were we, yes neal stephenson's snowcrash. Again i must say 'WHAT IS THERE NOT TO LIKE!'. neal's world where everybody is connected through the web (by pure virtual reality or what neal calls the metaverse, more on this later), where stereotypes ARE pure stereotypes (big ass chinatown which is just one big ass chinatown, government land which is just err.. Full of red tape and etc). in this world where pizza = big bucks and there is a deadly virus online which basically delete your memories and installs some ancient babelling language or in other words just fucks you up. Here is the insanely cool thing about this book, the metaverse that the characters go into to escape reality. Its fully customizable, like users code thier own vehicles (ah but there's also public transport cus the world is just huge), codes thier houses(imagine a big ass waterfall feature in the livingroom), money in this world is real currency, avatars(which characters use in the virtual world) are just AWESOME just like a massive mmorpg. HELL YEAH! there are also sword fights which are world ranked PHOWAR! D; i'm such a geek. So what else can i say about this book? Massive geek factor - check, cute skater chick - check, huge badguy that dresses in black and kills people with shards of glass - check.
"Ng's Metaverse home is a French colonial villa in the prewar village of My Tho in the Mekong Delta. Visiting him is like going to Vietnam in about 1955, except that you don't have to get all sweaty. In order to make room for this creation, he has laid claim to a patch of Metaverse space a couple of miles off the Street. There's no monorail service in this low-rent development, so Y.T.'s avatar has to walk the entire way. He has a large office with French doors and a balcony looking out over endless rice paddies where little Vietnamese people work. Clearly, this guy is a fairly hardcore techie, because Y.T. counts hundreds of people out in his rice paddies, plus dozens more running around the village, all of them fairly well rendered and all of them doing different things. She's not a bithead, but she knows that this guy is throwing a lot of ôomputer time into the task of creating a realistic view out his office window. And the fact that it's Vietnam makes it twisted and spooky. Y.T. can't wait to tell Roadkill about this place. She wonders if it has bombings and strafings and napalm drops. That would be the best. Ng himself, or at least, Ng's avatar, is a small, very dapper Vietnamese man in his fifties, hair plastered to his head, wearing military-style khakis. At the time Y.T. comes into his office, he is leaning forward in his chair, getting his shoulders rubbed by a geisha."