Tuesday, June 18, 2013
This was an awful lot of fun. C.S Soong is a genius at his job. It airs at noon pacific time.
Against the Grain on Pacifica Radio airs on KPFA 94.1 FM in the San Francisco Bay Area and beyond, and on KFCF 88.1 FM in Fresno and California's Central Valley. It also broadcasts worldwide via kpfa.org.
The random citation check indicated that everything was as perfect as it could be.
This book is semiotically the shortest I've ever written at about 76000 words. But it won't be physically the shortest. With the color insert and index it will be about 220 pages. The press has nice big margins too.
Just out! With an essay by me on Barad, Irigaray and objects.
If you want to get into trouble, do write about Irigaray!
What I'm going to do today is drive to school with my small people and print it up. This also gives me a chance to do my ritual: the random citation check.
When I get proofs I choose at random several citations to check. If they are correct, I assume that the others are correct: they have of course been doubled and triple checked at previous stages.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
"A popular Communist Party-backed newspaper...has urged China’s leadership to milk Snowden for information rather than expel him, saying his revelations concern China’s national interest."
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Never mind though. The objection is largely irrelevant to my argument in my essay on ecofeminism, which is that quantum type phenomena are now observable in rather massive entities, such as fullerenes.
"Most researchers think a molecule's odour is determined by its shape, with smells triggered when the molecule enters a suitably shaped receptor in the nose, like a key entering a lock. Luca Turin of the Fleming Biomedical Research Sciences Centre in Vari, Greece disagrees, because some molecules with different shapes have similar smells.
Maitri Space Awareness (look it up)
What it's like to be dead, Tibetan style
The only trouble are the police like guards, who insist you not walk near the boundary of the work. It's like having someone poking at you at a concert, insisting that you be silent. It's private property gone mad. It has nothing to do with the nonconceptual immensity of Turrell's work, and Turrell himself is an enormously good humored man.