- Technoculture14 min
It’s a Mud, Mud, Mud, Mud World
Exploring Online RealityExploring Online Reality
Last spring, with the last few weeks of my thirties draining away, I drove back alone to San Francisco from a music conference in Seattle, where I had given a talk on The Tower Recordings and the paradoxes of experimental folk music. I crashed with some friends in Portland, and left early in the morning so that I could catch a Shakespeare play in Ashland that afternoon. It was a pretty attractive drive, especially once I left I-5’s rank papermill... - Quotes
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But what if the medium is the message?
But what if the medium is the message?
Last spring, with the last few weeks of my thirties draining away, I drove back alone to San Francisco from a music conference in Seattle, where I had given a talk on The Tower Recordings and the paradoxes of experimental folk music. I crashed with some friends in Portland, and left early in the morning so that I could catch a Shakespeare play in Ashland that afternoon. It was a pretty attractive drive, especially once I left I-5’s rank papermill... - Quotes
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“Messages from beyond” are forms of information, and information is a trickster
“Messages from beyond” are forms of information, and information is a trickster
Last spring, with the last few weeks of my thirties draining away, I drove back alone to San Francisco from a music conference in Seattle, where I had given a talk on The Tower Recordings and the paradoxes of experimental folk music. I crashed with some friends in Portland, and left early in the morning so that I could catch a Shakespeare play in Ashland that afternoon. It was a pretty attractive drive, especially once I left I-5’s rank papermill... - Subcultures16 min
Klingon Like Me
Travels into the Dark Side of TrekkerdomTravels into the Dark Side of Trekkerdom
Last spring, with the last few weeks of my thirties draining away, I drove back alone to San Francisco from a music conference in Seattle, where I had given a talk on The Tower Recordings and the paradoxes of experimental folk music. I crashed with some friends in Portland, and left early in the morning so that I could catch a Shakespeare play in Ashland that afternoon. It was a pretty attractive drive, especially once I left I-5’s rank papermill... - Diary5 min
Liking It, As Is
Catching Shakespeare at the cuspCatching Shakespeare at the cusp
Last spring, with the last few weeks of my thirties draining away, I drove back alone to San Francisco from a music conference in Seattle, where I had given a talk on The Tower Recordings and the paradoxes of experimental folk music. I crashed with some friends in Portland, and left early in the morning so that I could catch a Shakespeare play in Ashland that afternoon. It was a pretty attractive drive, especially once I left I-5’s rank papermill... - Quotes
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Terminal. What other journey, you might ask, begins at the end?
Terminal. What other journey, you might ask, begins at the end?
Last spring, with the last few weeks of my thirties draining away, I drove back alone to San Francisco from a music conference in Seattle, where I had given a talk on The Tower Recordings and the paradoxes of experimental folk music. I crashed with some friends in Portland, and left early in the morning so that I could catch a Shakespeare play in Ashland that afternoon. It was a pretty attractive drive, especially once I left I-5’s rank papermill... - Quotes
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There is a difference between psychedelic experiences and psychedelic people
There is a difference between psychedelic experiences and psychedelic people
Last spring, with the last few weeks of my thirties draining away, I drove back alone to San Francisco from a music conference in Seattle, where I had given a talk on The Tower Recordings and the paradoxes of experimental folk music. I crashed with some friends in Portland, and left early in the morning so that I could catch a Shakespeare play in Ashland that afternoon. It was a pretty attractive drive, especially once I left I-5’s rank papermill... - Quotes
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It is too close, too far-out, its sacred transmissions too muddled with the scandalous grit of its concrete historical unfoldment
It is too close, too far-out, its sacred transmissions too muddled with the scandalous grit of its concrete historical unfoldment
Last spring, with the last few weeks of my thirties draining away, I drove back alone to San Francisco from a music conference in Seattle, where I had given a talk on The Tower Recordings and the paradoxes of experimental folk music. I crashed with some friends in Portland, and left early in the morning so that I could catch a Shakespeare play in Ashland that afternoon. It was a pretty attractive drive, especially once I left I-5’s rank papermill...