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the stereotypes of star trek
The following is a totally serious and hard-nosed semiotic analysis of the totally wrong and evil racial stereotypes underlying the dominator culture narrative of the Star Trek universe. If you derive any entertainment value from it, you're a bad person.
Clearly, being the good guys, humans = anglo-saxons. We are the normal, and all else is either ( Read more... ) -
you are being watched
Also, if you're starting to feel like things make sense and everything is normal, read this:
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It's been a good day. This morning I woke up from a dream in which the search party found where the bodies were buried in the wintry forest. And when we got back, I met a very pretty girl whose name meant "all is gone wrong ( Read more... ) -
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I'm either sick or lazy. It's not entirely clear which. Or there is a third possibility: I may be feeling intensely nostalgic for a sickness long past ( Read more... ) -
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Ugh...too much homework. My brain is thumping. I think I'm allergic to Descartes. This is going to be a long ass year.
But I finally have a long term career plan. I'm happy to announce that I'm now accepting investments in a new philosophy themed restaurant. Our signature dishes will include:
Platonic Pasta - never quite as good as the idea of the ( Read more... ) -
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Copper is finally putting up new comics. There's only about one a month (if we're lucky).
And you know what?
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For two nights now, dream visits from an old friend. The first dream, I ran into her in some in-between time in a darkened diner, caught her up on a shared project and said I missed her. I woke up from that, and then had another where having had that dream was so distressing that I couldn't drag myself to work the next day, preferring a red wine ( Read more... ) -
fight for the fringes
Usually, I don't give a wet slap about particular political issues. I stopped keeping track of provincial or even federal politics as a teenager, when I began to realize the sheer quantity of energy required to get anything done ( Read more... )
