When I am beset by abjection, the twisted braid of affects and thoughts I call by such a name does not have, properly speaking, a definable object. The abject is not an ob-ject facing me, which I name or imagine. Nor is it an ob-jest, an otherness ceaselessly fleeing in a systematic quest of desire. […]Read more "abject and abjection are my safeguards"
As spring increasingly asserts its will in a back-and-forth battle with winter, the temperature swings are creating wild effects here at Paul Lake. A couple weeks back, a long stretch of very warm temperatures had melted an inch of water on top of the lake’s ice sheet. A quick plunge in temperatures, unusual in that […]Read more "Dispersion"
Closed until further notice shared CC by simon.hucko I may not get a lot of readers here in my cozy little lovenest of ed tech subversion, but I couldn’t ask for a better class of visitor to drop by… Witness the comments I received on my most recent missive. Affirmation from the Bava, an offer […]Read more "The velveteen touch of a dandy fop"
With the exception of the web browser itself (and I have three different browsers open right now as I write this, as I often do), it’s hard for me to think of a digital tool more integral to my life than Google Reader. I probably do the majority of my online browsing inside Reader, I […]Read more "Someone took my feedbag"
“There looms, within abjection, one of those violent, dark revolts of being, directed against a threat that seems to emanate from an exorbitant outside or inside, ejected beyond the scope of the possible, the tolerable, the thinkable. It lies there, quite close, but it cannot be assimilated. It beseeches, worries, and fascinates desire, which […]Read more "Neither subject nor object"