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a blog by Paul Graham Raven
science fiction / social theory / climate futures / infrastructure / utopian narratology / sometimes cats
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structure [and/of] structurelessness
I am thinking a lot right now about my work: what it is, certainly, but also what it’s for—where it fits not only in the now, but in times to come. Given that my work is focussed on futurity, this meta-level thinking frequently falls out of and/or collapses back into the more day to day…
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22NOV23 / accessions
Slow times in the accessions department of late—the institution is working on a number of large projects which are constraining budgets both fiduciary and temporal—but here’s a handful of new acquisitions. Frankfurt’s On Bullshit. One might argue that the time to acquire this book was immediately after its publication; certainly, the years since have only…
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she invites us in and holds us back
Stephanie Burt (at Strange Horizons) on John Plotz on Ursula K Le Guin; my emphasis. Leaving blank spaces for readers to see how well, and how often, we fill things in, Le Guinβs prose is (Plotz writes) βthe antithesis of the well-rendered verisimilitude of a high-end video gameβ? (p. 48). Those games show us everything,…
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who are you trying to impress? McDonald’s Hopeland and skiffy diasporae
It’s yer man ADH, who else? “Space is dead”, sez he: The moon landing happened because capitalism and American empire actually had a rival. These forces had to prove they could outrace, outplan, and outspend communism and Soviet empire. It was probably the biggest PR campaign of all time, if you donβt count our bloated…
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Brightbourne is a coy house
Coming up on halfway through Ian McDonald’s Hopeland, and I already have about a dozen quotes of similar size to this one that I might have held up, as I’m doing now, as a way of saying that is how you do it, that is great writing. The music accompanies them up the drive, heard…