There's a very old joke about a man driving a huge Cadillac through the sticks in the southern States. He stops at an ancient service station for 'gas' (to buy some, not because he has it). The young hick serving him has never seen such a vehicle – sorry – 'vee-hickle', and is awestruck. He... Continue Reading →
There are obvious signs that the species, far from being 'sapiens' (wise) is as dumb as a bag of hammers. Item the first: ignoring climate scientists and biologists for the last three decades (or more), and continuing to burn fossil fuels as if there were, um, no tomorrow. Item the second: building up nuclear weapons... Continue Reading →
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening The old saw goes 'give a man a fish and you have fed him for a... Continue Reading →
This was a superb event. A diverse audience of somewhere between 80 and 90 attended a truly excellent event on 'algorithms of oppression' yesterday in Manchester. The event, hosted by Open Data Manchester with the support of The Federation and Manchester School of Art, was centred on a lecture and q and a with Dr Safiya... Continue Reading →
Musing #1 on Molotch, H. 1970. Oil in Santa Barbara and Power in America. Sociological Inquiry, 40, 131-144. In January 1969 the first big Oil Slick That Mattered washed up on the beaches of rich people in California. Sure, there had been the Torrey Canyon in 1967, where someone took an ill-advised shortcut and hit... Continue Reading →
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