i need all the friends i can get

The Social Network has got a new teaser poster, and I must say it makes things rather intriguing.

Based on the novel The Accidental Billionaires: The Founding of Facebook by Ben Mezrich (which I’m reading now), my initial reaction to the film was one of apathy. Really? A movie about Facebook? But that was until I heard the names attached.

Jesse Eisenberg plays Zuck. Justin Timberlake plays Napster co-founder Sean Parker. Aaron Sorkin writes the screenplay. And David Fincher directs (WTF!).

Plus, say what you will, but Rashida Jones stars in what would probably be a minor role. Still, Barns likes this.

Like I said earlier, I’ve been reading The Accidental Billionaires: The Founding of Facebook A Tale of Sex, Money, Genius and Betrayal.

Quite a mouthful for a title noh? But at least, it makes things easier for us to judge the book by it’s cover title.

I picked up this book solely because of issues surrounding Facebook these days. Mainly privacy related matters, but you can also add that I’m quite terrified with their aspirations of world domination.

But I digress. I think with an understanding of the history of Facebook and Zuckerberg, I’d be able to get a clearer grasp of what it wants to do in the future and how it intends to do it.

With that would hopefully come information to help me decide whether I’d really want to finally quit Facebook. (And be back on it after a mere week’s absence. Again. Sigh.)

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I picked up Rafe Bartholomew’s Pacific Rims yesterday and never did I think I’d finish the book and be writing about it a day later.

I admit, my fanaticism with Philippine basketball has fallen by the wayside since the advent of cable, where NBA games are aired on TV on a regular basis. I can’t even recall which players are playing for what teams anymore.┬áSo it’s kinda embarrassing to see that Bartholomew, an American with no Philippine roots, has become truly passionate about our national pastime like a full-blooded native.

The book is a page turner, delving into the core of why the Philippines is a hoop obsessed nation, despite Filipinos being ungifted in the height department. I also like how it weaves not only basketball, but politics and show business into the mix as well. The historical accounts, and I don’t mean how America introduced the game to the Philippines in the early 1900s (it is there), but instead, the battles of Crispa-Toyota and the legend of the black Superman, Billy Ray Bates, give the book added flavor.

And following a similar formula to :07 Seconds or Less, the book is also a documentary inside the Alaska Aces dugout, following the team through games and practices in an effort to unmask the team’s psyche. Written from a foreigners perspective does the book wonders. It probably would be a hard sell to see the corruption and other forms of deceitful acts committed by teams (cheating on height, lopsided trades, etc) if some local author wrote it. But Bartholomew writes it with a matter-of-fact attitude that would make the veracity hard to doubt.

More than a book, it is clear that Pacific Rims was written as an act of love. And I think this is a must read for anyone who at one point in their lives, shared the same intense love for the game.