I’ve never been a “movie person.” Stories of all kinds compel me, but I’ve never had any particular interest in, nor attachment to, film. The most commitment I’ve consistently shown is shushing people for talking in a theater, but that’s more about preserving the experience rather than any reverence for Read more…
I’ve spent the past couple of weeks getting my heart torn apart (and stitched back together) by animated series. First, there was the seventh and final season of The Clone Wars, which steered the series to the pitch-perfect and devastating conclusion that fans had given up hoping for after six1Can Read more…
Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy? I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a Read more…
All these clocks, like the whole information industry today, run the risk of no longer communicating anything because they tell too much. But they also possess another characteristic of the information industry: they no longer speak of anything except themselves and their internal functioning. Eco, Umberto. “How Not to Know Read more…