A blog post, like a signpost, is itself an indication of direction: here we are, at the beginning of something new.
So you’re a Canadian traveling abroad: Congratulations! This is something to be celebrated by you and envied by all others; everybody knows that the best way to travel abroad is the Canadian way.
My first trip to “Tuhronna.”
I believe that postmodern literature was born in the shadows of WWII. Proceeding from these shadows is a parade of western literature imagining that the human species is experiencing its death throes. Certain post-WWII, postmodern writers communicate an overwhelming sense of powerlessness in response to the technological and scientific innovations that contribute to these fatal conclusions.
Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
I’m here in April and all the other months are crashing down around me.
Oil sustains a level of urban modernity and culture throughout North America that collapses as quickly as it is constructed when oil production and value suddenly vanish. Are the people whose lives are affected by oil in unobvious ways aware of these consequences? And would they consent to the use of oil as a primary economic, social, cultural, and environmental influence if they were fully aware of the vice grip oil has over all of these factors? In order to address these questions and determine how oil is an invisible influence in many parts of contemporary North American urbanity, it is necessary to discuss how the uncertainty and negative potential consequences of oil prosperity is erased from the public consciousness.
Two philosophers walk into a bar. One ducks and the other says “Ow!”
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