“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Call and Contact Manchin and Sinema NOW

 We require massive outpouring of passion and rage in the direction of the two senators who are blocking the future. 

This Is Beautiful, Touching, Funny, Deeply Ecological--it's right

 If you haven't seen Over the Hedge yet...what on earth. 

Saturday, September 25, 2021

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Sunday, September 19, 2021

Every Trick in the Book

Dance is the default art. Everything is made of it. And I got almost all my eco ideas from being in the techno scene from 1988 to now, so listen up hahaha: 

If you haven't tried MDMA, this tune pretty much embodies the initial sensation--especially if you've taken slightly too much or you're taking some more slightly too soon  :)))))

I was at all the places in London in the late 80s and early 90s where everyone like Goldie and Bukem showed up and invented drum and bass. Makoto is doing this here, but also, he's pulling every trick I've ever heard of to make A Good Dance Tune in any techno format whatsoever. And he's gone and bloody used them in exactly the right amounts, in exactly the right places. To wit, in no particular order:

Double time (or even triple). You can dance to this very slow. Nothing like dancing slow motion in a welter. 

In particular, that delicious moment at which the bassline appears to be suspended above the tune, like bells, before we dive back in. That's just too confident, isn't it haha

The introduction of a second riff that is slower than the first one, and inverts. 

The sicky, detuned modulation down a tone for four bars, then back up. Serious MDMA imitation thing there. House music hugely favors bitonality, often by accident, for this reason. 

The sicky in general main tune on whatever non-percussive keyboard sound that is. Modulated. Too much bliss, you're about to throw up unless you figure out a way to channel it out of your body. 

The use of that "I'm turning a key in a clockwork toy, I'm winding this up and soon..."

The initial sinister "alert, alert, something is coming..." sound. Warning: Emergency Exit. You Will Activate Pleasure Alarm. 

The gentle versus brutal. The chords versus the rhythm. 

That, coupled with the "this record is malfunctioning, a riff is stuck" on the high Rhodes piano-like minor third oscillation. 

Alarms are always always good. I remember outside Trip in central London, the police turned on the sirens and we just danced to them. 

The way the voice is a siren, or either, or neither. And the way in the end it's gated to the cymbals. 

The This is just a bouncy piano riff or is it the Mothership descending above Devil's Tower

The major/minor oscillation, the feeling of This is demonic intense...or is this beatific intense, that ambiguity. 

The suspension, the fact that in general the rocking back and forth doesn't resolve ever, and the endless pedal points, not just one but maybe three at times, in the treble, and the reinforced bass. 

The one and only sudden stop of the brutal drums. 

The reverb: on the one hand, we're in a very small room; on the other hand, we have just pushed out of orbit and look, there's the hyperspace tunnel opening. 

Makoto's colleague Mr. Wheeler, who is said to be collaborating, but you can't hear him sing or speak, you only hear his voice going "huh" in the way you do when you're slightly impressed by something slightly unexpected, "curioser and curioser" as Alice would say, this "huh" being placed almost inaudibly during gigantic tsunamis of tune. Thus imparting a feeling of "This gentleman is so deeply interwoven in the music that he doesn't need to stick his ego out, he's got a nerdy trip master intellectual vibe that is frankly very sexy because he is in fact In Charge, but of what? Just the 'record and observe' kind that you are reduced to when you're sliding down a wormhole at superluminal speeds." "Fancy that, this is a fucking belter masterpiece." The dandy approach. It's the end of the world but I'm going to be so polite and wear the best suit. James Bond. 

Did I miss anything out LOLOL

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Watch Laurie Anderson doing her incredible thing

I helped her out with the second one of these.  

Primitive Accumulation at the Supermarket

 Primitive Accumulation. It's Marx's term for colonialism, whereby capitalism accumulates gigantic piles of wealth via slavery and other forms of colonialist violence. 

Cut to this Monday, in the supermarket, with a tropical storm rolling in. 

White men, young men, whom I never ever see in the supermarket (I got lots of times a day), piling their shopping carts full of almost random stuff. Depriving others. 

It's primitive accumulation, still in effect. 

When white men panic they seem to go straight to pure plunder. 

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 For Aarhus University

Monday, September 13, 2021

Register Here for Amitav Ghosh Lecture

 Here at Rice today, Amitav Ghosh will be wondering why on earth there aren't more humanist scholars working on global warming. He loves my stuff. You can register here for the zoom. 

Saturday, September 11, 2021

Thursday, September 9, 2021

Support This Amazing Film

 Clem Goldberg is a genius friend of mine and you should totally and utterly support this project. Look. How can you not support something to do with human-mushroom symbiosis! 

Wednesday, September 8, 2021

A Fascist Poem about Fascism

 ...sort of accidentally. Eliot was dreaming of a fascist solution to this hollowness. Unfortunately (have you read Hannah Arendt? Why not!), the hollowness is a consequence of it. The nihilism. The longing for a big bang. Whole poem here

We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men

Leaning together

Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!

Our dried voices, when 5

We whisper together

Are quiet and meaningless

As wind in dry grass

Or rats' feet over broken glass

In our dry cellar 10

Shape without form shade without colour, 

Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed

With direct eyes to death's other Kingdom 

Remember us--if at all-- not as lost 15

Violent souls, but only

As the hollow men

The stuffed men.


This is the way the way the world ends 95

This is the way the way the world ends 

This is the way the way the world ends 

Not with a bang but a whimper.

Tuesday, September 7, 2021

Space Team Electra

 Blue Oyster Cult's producer and songwriter Sandy Pearlman said "This is the most important band in the USA," which is why he decided to produce them. If you haven't, please do: 

Saturday, September 4, 2021

"The Kindness Project"

 Head over to my Patreon to hear me giving the new psychological fad of researching kindness a stiff talking-to, on behalf of abused people everywhere. 

Friday, September 3, 2021


 Why is gravity so weak over the tiny distances in which the other forces are really really powerful? Yet extremely powerful over larger distances? 

Because there is only one graviton.