The line runs between non-commercial and commercial, public and profit, what we grow for love and what we make for money. It divides (in my mind) society and capital, love and hate, play and competition. To trace this line, I will follow it here through an alien language in Mieville’s Embassytown, a secret brand in […]Read more "The Line Between Language: Embassytown, Zero History, and Continuity Drift"
Yesterday I walked into class with a pack full of books, and emptied them onto the table. I’d selected them the night before: non-fiction, poetry, collections of essays and stories, volumes that were for whatever reason important to me, and that I now hoped might dent my student’s apathy and antipathy towards the written word. […]Read more "Horizontal Learning: Two Bags of Books"
There is no moon now in the sky, only a black and artificial harvest. August 27-30th, 2011, there was a sociology conference, the largest in the world, held in Ceasar’s Palace. Here is an article in which sociologists talk about the city, where the conference was moved after a labor dispute in Chicago forced their […]Read more "Vegas Sociology"