I'm still trying to understand how reading a book like
Stigmata: Escaping Texts by Hélène Cixous could ever be a parallel experience to playing Angry Birds. I've actually done both, but I've never thought to myself: "I feel the need to dwell in the corridors of a skeptical, scalpel-honed philosopher's cerebellum, examining/engaging in multi-leveled tergiversations involving writing, autobiography, linguistics, memory, death, gender and identity. On the nether hind, Angry Birds scratches that same itch!"