Last semester, I had the good fortune to be the Teaching Assistant on fascinating third year/Masters course called Wildlife in the Age of Humans. Taught by Dr Aurora Fredriksen and Prof Noel Castree, it's a thorough exploration of issues of conservation (of what, by who, for what?), (de)-extinction and so much more. This semester, same... Continue Reading →
Of words words words, Machine Dreams, Pynchon and Holden Caufield….
Like any teenager of a certain cohort or three, I read The Catcher in the Rye. At one point its protagonist, Holden Caulfield observes: “I used to think she was quite intelligent, in my stupidity. The reason I did was because she knew quite a lot about the theatre and plays and literature and all... Continue Reading →
More apocalyptic word salad
A species corsuscating on thin ice, Snap, crackle, pop. Faster faster (or else), kill (the) pussycat. How I wonder what you’re at. Kill them all Let the gods we kept creating in our own image sort them out. A fetish for fish, a fetish For bondage, human bondage. Ah, a sondage would show -has... Continue Reading →
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