There is a creek-bed running into the river, filled with fossils. Bivalves and plant stems, shells and weird brachiating ferns. “I could make a table,” I told my brother, “where you have pictures of all these, with the estimated age, type, location…” We were sitting by a fireplace, itself made out of fossil-infused limestone. I […]Read more "Mongol Empires, Mongrel Swarms [3 of 3]"
In William Gibson’s newest novel, The Peripheral (2014), wealthy elites from a distant future are able to contact their past via a quantum server. By doing so, they transform the contacted reality into a “stub”: a dimension whose future is no longer convergent with their own. The inhabitants of this now diverted time-line can then […]Read more "The Peripheral Also Rises"
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"
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"