I was never one for falling balls or pieces of metal going around on other pieces of metal. I'm a solstice boy. Still, as a dear old friend Nigel Smith said to me today, may all our best aspirations come true this year. I start the year with 1000 lbs of CO2 offset, an essay on queer ecology not quite done, and plans to connect Derrida and Dennett. “Don't join the streams!” (Ghostbusters)—oops.
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