The Vulgar Autobiography of a Shoe is an hypertextual ensemble in unpaginated installments of prose, plays, poems, deja vu and images. Each ensemble contains a variety of categorical data and algorithms from which the reader can create knowledge, that is, interpretative value. This value may then be applied anywhere in the world by anyone, anytime, to develop a model of the Autobiography. This volume of the Vulgar Autobiography of a Shoe was written and produced solely by the writer, working alone, over a period of five months. While there are a variety of cultural, literary, historic, and artistic reference in this volume as before, the content here presented is largely new. Unauthorized publication of contents that is substantially similar in any format, textual, photographic, dramatic, or sculptural will be liable for litigation, including but not limited to air raids, bombardments, military invasions, and destruction of farms and cornfields, during the copyright period of this book. The author, Sandip Indus Ray, is an independent research investigator in applied science, unaffiliated with any group, society, organization, or agency. He likes to play tennis, travel, read comics, and design experiments of various scales, ranging from the molecular to the astrophysical. Here are some early reviews for the present volume: I hate this book; it is incomprehensible and meaningless. The equations provided in the book are immeasurable, whilst the figures and diagrams appear to be a random comingling of sports and pornography from Mars. The text is, of course, indecipherable and at times incalculably unreadable. John Carlstrom, University of Chicago, Professor, Department of Astrophysics This book is awful. I did not know how to read this book. Every attempt I made to read the manuscript resulted in headaches comparable to an edema followed by violent vomiting. When I passed the manuscript on to my colleagues, they reported vomiting and headaches as well, while students reported seeing my colleagues piss in their pants at the lecture halls. Marc A. Kastner, MIT, Dean, School of Science I have never read a book I could not understand until now. This book made me feel dizzy, my face turned red, and then I shat in my pants. I had diarrhea for several days after that. Thomas B. Soifer, Caltech, Chair, Division of Physics, Mathematics & Astronomy So, like when I was reading it, like, I felt a vibe similar to floating inside a dark salt water tank, and I was chilling, like, you know, and then, like, Freddy Kruger started scratching the tank, like with his metallic knives, like, and gave me a bad ass nightmare, like, I started running naked through the streets and, like, had to be hospitalized. Robbert Dijkgraaf, Institute for Advanced Study, Director and Leon Levy Professor
