This American film is 33 years old! That’s one hell of a long-fermenting shock doctrine. I toyed with the idea of spewing out a tedious rant about the Hegelian dialectic at work, but this is better, for everyone’s sake:

Flying visit. Whoosh! Please accept these links with my compliments: Putting the human back into humanity: Tweenbots You’ll have seen this before, but it remains a delight: Chris Applegate’s Daily Mail-O-Matic Stitch hikers guide: Knitted Landscape. That’s all for now, but there’s a glittering video treat lined up for you tomorrow. I’d go as far [...]

or Why I’m not paying into my pension any more, in three easy steps So what is postculturism? I promised you an explanation and, dash it all, you shall have one. The Derrick Jensen quotation in the sidebar says it all, really: “The age of grotesque exuberance is over.” You don’t have to empathise with [...]